Semua Bab Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Suzanne’s pov:I inhaled slowly, I tried to keep my expression blank even as the panic clawed at my chest.Linda leaned against a metal table, she crossed her arms like she owned the place, looking far too pleased with herself.Then came in, looking as smug as ever, “how did I ever settle for this psychopath” I asked, myself. He started circling me, his steps slow and controlled, like he was savoring this moment."Not going to scream?" His voice dripped with amusement. "That’s disappointing."I met his gaze, refusing to flinch. "I don’t scream for pathetic men."Linda chuckled. "Ooh, she has a bite."Tavon’s smirk didn’t falter. "Let’s see how long that lasts."I clenched my fists, trying to test the restraints again. It was too tight. There was no room for movement.But I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of looking afraid.They wanted me weak and they wouldn’t get that.Linda stepped forward, tilting her head. "I have to admit, Suzanne, you always had that irritating litt

Linda’s pov:Suzanne was silent when we walked back in.Tavon leaned against the wall, arms crossed, studying her like she was a puzzle waiting to break.I watched too, waiting.Waiting for the moment her walls cracked.The moment she realized that Dominic wasn’t coming for her.Tavon exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "She’s stubborn."I smirked, tilting my head. "Oh, I know."Suzanne lifted her chin slightly, meeting my gaze with disgust, but no fear.That irritated me.She should be terrified.She should be falling apart by now.Tavon sighed. "I’ll be back. Let me know if she finally decides to cooperate."Then he was gone.I turned back to Suzanne, reaching for the tray on the table beside me.A simple meal.Bread. Water. A few pieces of fruit.I lifted the plate, stepping toward her. "Eat."She didn’t move. Didn’t blink.I sighed, setting it on the table in front of her. "It is not poisoned if that’s what you’re thinking."Still, nothing.I let out a soft chuckle. "You really ar

Dominic’s pov: The soft rustling of fabric pulled me from sleep.At first, I ignored it, I tried to dismiss the noise as part of the dream, my mind still heavy with exhaustion.Then there was a sharper movement.Something shifted in the room.I exhaled, blinking against the faint morning light, someone was going through my wardrobe.I pushed myself up slightly, my gaze narrowing, my pulse steady.And then, I saw her.My mother.Calm. Effortless. As if rummaging through my closet was the most natural thing in the world.I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face."Are you stealing my suits, Mother?"She glanced over her shoulder, the faintest smirk playing at her lips."You don’t wear half of these."I huffed, sitting up fully. "That doesn’t mean you get to rearrange them."She ignored me, pulling out a neatly folded shirt, and examining it like she was judging my entire taste in fashion.Then—she spoke, casual but knowing."You barely slept."I sighed again. "Not really."She placed the s

Dominic’s pov:The press conference had ended, but the storm it unleashed was only beginning.I stood near the entrance, speaking with the officers who had been monitoring the event.One of them, a senior detective, adjusted his badge and spoke firmly. "Mr. Khan, we need you to come down to the station to provide a formal statement. Everything you said today will be part of the investigation."I nodded, my expression unreadable. "Understood."Ford and Desmond stood beside me, listening intently, ready to move when necessary.But before leaving, I turned to Stella, who was still glued to her phone, scanning updates."How’s social media responding?"She let out a low whistle, shaking her head. "It’s wild, The entire thing is trending."She turned her screen to face me, revealing an endless stream of posts, millions of shares, and comments flooding in.#FindSuzanneKhan #JusticeForSuzanne #StopLindaBlackwood #TavonSinclairWanted #BringHerHomeLinda and Tavon’s faces were plastered eve

Tavon’s pov: The room was dark, the only light coming from the faint moonlight filtering through the window.I lay still, but sleep didn’t come.My mind raced, turning over everything—Dominic’s press conference, Richard’s greed, the escape plan.And then, Suzanne.I couldn’t let go of her image in my head, I looked at Linda who was deep in sleep. I exhaled sharply, sitting up, and glancing toward the hallway.Slowly, I got up, moving toward her door.When I got to her room She was awake.The moment I stepped inside, her posture stiffened, and her gaze became sharp, watchful.I shut the door behind me."You don’t sleep, do you?"Suzanne’s voice was calm, but her eyes held firm resistance. "Not when I don’t feel safe."I let out a short laugh, stepping closer."You don’t trust me."She didn’t blink. "Why would I?"“Is this how you speak to him, is this how you look at him??, I’ve seen the pictures, Suzanne, I see how you look at him, what do you even see in him, Money I guess”She let