Semua Bab Dumped by Ex , I married his Uncle : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Ben sat in the dim confines of his study, a swirling abyss of chaos and regret. The once-pristine room—lined with shelves of books, leather-bound journals, and framed accolades—was now in shambles. Papers littered the floor like autumn leaves. His laptop lay on its side, cracked at the hinge. The whiskey bottle, once untouched on the corner bar, now lay nearly empty, tilted against a stack of discarded documents.The only light came from a small desk lamp flickering inconsistently, casting long shadows that danced on the walls like ghosts—ghosts of everything he had destroyed.Ben slumped on the cold hardwood floor, his back pressed against the mahogany desk, his shirt soaked in sweat and whiskey. His breath came in shallow, uneven pulls, his head spinning from the alcohol and the sheer weight of his grief.But none of that compared to the sound that haunted him most: Serena’s voice. Her sobs echoed in his ears as if she were still in the room, crying, broken. Her voice—once soft and

Ben’s heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would punch a hole through his ribs. He clenched his jaw and took a step closer to Stacy, lowering his voice in a desperate attempt to keep things contained.“Keep your voice down,” he hissed. “You don’t get to cause another scene. Serena is still here”Stacy rolled her eyes and flopped back onto the couch like a spoiled heiress. “And what? You’re afraid your little angel will hear the truth? That she’ll see the woman you really are when no one’s watching?” She let out a cold, slow laugh. “Ben, she’s already gone. She’s just too polite to slam the door.”“Stacy, please,” he muttered, trying to remain composed. “Just stop. You’ve done enough. I’ll handle it, but this this chaos you’re creating it won’t end well for anyone.”Before Stacy could spit out another venomous word, a familiar voice cut through the thick air like a blade.“I was wondering why the walls suddenly felt toxic.”Both Ben and Stacy froze.There, standing on the landing

Ben paced the length of his study, the soft glow of the desk lamp throwing golden light across his face, now gaunt from sleepless nights. His suit jacket lay crumpled on the floor where he’d thrown it hours ago. A half-empty glass of scotch sat untouched on the table beside him, its amber contents glinting like guilt in crystal.His voice, when it came, was ragged. Almost broken.“Find her,” he barked at the two men standing silently before him. “I don’t care what it costs. I don’t care what you have to do. Just find my wife.”He slammed his hand down on the desk, the impact echoing off the tall windows that looked out over a city bathed in moonlight. The world outside continued to spin cars moved, lights glowed, people lived but Ben’s had come to a grinding halt the moment Serena walked out that door.A door he never should’ve let her pass through.“Turn down the city if you have to,” he said, voice rising now, pushing past the lump in his throat. “Tear down every street, every alley

Ben slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing through the empty house like a final verdict. His footsteps dragged across the polished hardwood floors as he moved into the living room and sank to the floor, not bothering with the couch. The silence in the house was suffocating, broken only by the faint ticking of the antique clock Serena had once insisted on buyingthe one he used to find irritating, but now clung to like a heartbeat in the dark.He reached for the bottle of scotch left on the table from the night before. The glass was already there dusty, half-full. He didn’t bother pouring it. He drank straight from the bottle this time.Each sip burned.But it wasn’t enough to drown the ache pulsing through his chest.She had looked right at him and said she wanted a divorce. She had said no. No to fixing it. No to hope. No to him.Ben’s fingers trembled as he took another swig.He didn’t even hear the front door open.“Ben?”The voice came softly at first, but it was like nail

The grand house that once echoed with laughter, warm aromas from the kitchen, and the quiet intimacy of shared lives had become a museum of sorrow. Dust didn’t dare settle on the expensive furniture, thanks to the relentless hands of the overworked staff, but joy had long since fled the halls.Ben had become a ghost within its walls.Where once he would come home to Serena’s laughter filling the foyer, her arms wrapping around him with quiet affection, now he came home to silence or worse, to Audrey.It was the third time this week he came back later than he should have. The excuse was always the same: work. Meetings. Client dinners. The truth was simpler he couldn’t bear to come home. Not anymore.The house loomed in front of him now like a haunted monument. Lights blazed in almost every window Audrey liked it that way, claiming the darkness was "bad for the baby." Ben scoffed under his breath. The baby.The child she insisted was his.The one he never asked for.The one he wasn’t ev