The Rise of the Betrayed Billionaire's Ex-Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

A week had passed. The sound of metal doors opening and closing echoed through the hallways of Rikers Island Women's Prison. Damian's steps sounded steady along the gray tiled floor. His hand held a large brown envelope that he had not let go of since the beginning.Isabella sat behind a thick glass partition, wearing an orange prison jumpsuit that made her face look even paler than usual. Her once perfectly coiffed hair now looked messy, her face tired, but her eyes still lit up with emotion when she saw Damian coming."Damian," she said quickly, standing up from the bench and approaching the glass. "Oh God, you're finally here."Damian sat up slowly without returning her smile. His eyes were sharp, his jaw hardened."I didn't come to defend you, Isabella," he said calmly but coldly.Isabella immediately panicked. "Wait, what do you mean? Damian, you know I was set up. I just... I just wanted to warn you about Elena. I didn't know the video would get out.""Don't lie anymore," Damian

Morning sunlight filtered through a crack in the glass window of a café in downtown New York. The atmosphere is warm, the walls are covered with contemporary paintings, and the smell of fresh coffee permeates every corner. Elena sat on a bench by the window, wearing a soft gray coat, her hair neatly tied up. She looked calm. Although this woman had already given birth to four children, her appearance was even more stunning, and her weight was ideal. A few minutes later, Damian arrived. He looked more presentable than usual, though his face still held a weariness that could not be hidden. He stood by the table, for a moment just staring at Elena with a look that was hard to interpret."Elena," he greeted, his voice sounding careful, like someone who didn't want to disturb a dream.Elena nodded, smiling slightly. "Have a seat."Damian pulled out a chair, sitting down slowly. He watched the woman before him, trying to read the purpose of this meeting."I'm surprised you wanted to see me

The next day, Sebastian's mansion was livelier than usual. The little bell on the front door rings repeatedly as designers, florists, and vendors begin to arrive. The living room was filled with catalogs, fabric samples, and mood boards. Amidst it all, Mrs. Sonia sat tall, looking as enthusiastic as a general leading a great war-a war for the happiness of her son and daughter-in-law."Honey, you sit here. Let's start with the dress, shall we?" said Mrs. Sonia, patting the chair beside her.Elena sat down, her eyes sparkling. "Mom, I haven't even prepared anything yet.""Leave it to Mommy!" said Sonia as she opened a catalog of wedding dresses from her favorite designers. "Now, be honest with me, what kind of concept do you want?"Without hesitation Elena answered, "Garden wedding. But an intimate one. Not a grand party full of celebrities. I want a warm atmosphere, lots of flowers, and children laughing. I want Alva to be the ring bearer and Katty to drape the flowers. Olivia and Dely

Elena's steps were quick, her high heels clicking firmly along the marble hallway to the top floor of Nathan's building, the towering headquarters in the center of the city. Her eyes didn't look to either side. The receptionist tried to hold back, but Elena was already too sure of her destination."Excuse me, Miss Elena, Mr. Nathan is again-""I'm his wife," Elena cut in firmly. "And I don't need a schedule to talk to my husband."The elevator doors opened. Elena entered without hesitation. Her hands were clenched into fists, her breath coming in short bursts of emotion. Not anger, but fear. Afraid that Nathan would actually believe the photo. Afraid that Damian had managed to infiltrate doubt into their marriage.Once on the top floor, she didn't wait for her assistant to open the door. Elena pushed it open herself. With her breath catching, she burst into the CEO's office.Nathan stood with his back to the window, hands in his pants pockets. Steady. Silent. I don't know what was goi

It didn't feel like time had flown by. After all this time, Elena had finally decided to get married again-this time to the man who had been faithfully accompanying her, Nathan Drake Sebastian.There were only three days left before the massive reception party was held. All family members, friends, and business associates began receiving invitations sent directly by Elena and Nathan. The invitation design was simple yet elegant, with white and gold colors, decorated with small satin ribbons that gave a luxurious impression.That morning, in the mansion's powder room, Elena stood in front of a large mirror, wearing a graceful ivory-white wedding dress. The dress fell perfectly on her body-without too many sequins, just delicate lace accents on the sleeves and chest. Her hair was in a half bun, the rest left to flow gently. Her face looked calm, but the woman's small smile implied nervousness."Oh my God... you're so beautiful," Mrs. Sonia's voice sounded softly from behind. The middle-