All Chapters of THE REMARRIED HEIRESS : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

CATALINAThe air in the house has been thick enough to cut with a knife for days. Days. Dante and I haven't talked for days.It's like he's a ghost walking through the rooms, and honestly, that's exactly how I'm treating him. He talks, but his words bounce off me. He tries to meet my eyes, but I'm suddenly fascinated by a speck of dust on the ceiling or the intricate pattern of the floorboards.I move around him, not through him, but as if he simply isn't there. When he asks about dinner, I might grunt, point vaguely at the fridge, or just keep chopping vegetables as if he never spoke. If he touches my arm, I tense and subtly shift away, pretending I'm reaching for something just out of grasp. It’s exhausting, this silent treatment, this constant performance of indifference, but the anger is still a hot coal in my chest. He knows why. He just… isn't doing anything about it. So, neither am I.He knew I didn't want to see Karen around here, so I heard from Abby that Karen was staying i

DANTEIt’s 10:43 p.m., and the office is finally quiet.The lights in the conference room have gone out one by one as if they were little dying stars. All that’s left is the soft buzz of the aircon and the glow of my monitor reflecting off the glass. The team’s done for the night, another twelve-hour day trying to resolve the issue with the postponed project because of the recent events. That shouldn’t have happened in the first place. The crisis team handed me a thick stack of reports. I've read every page, and I still feel like I’ve missed something. But it’s not the mess at the company that’s weighing on me. Not really.It’s her.‘But it's what you made me feel, Dante.’The pain, disappointment, and sorrow in her voice echoed in my head. Even hearing those remarks from her made me feel like shit.I made her feel like she’s not important to me. Really? After all I did? After all I have been through for her, to win her, to protect her, to keep her by my side. And yet, she doesn't fe

CATALINAOur feet met the sand as we made our way across the shore. Chen skipped ahead as his small arms stretched like wings. He was smiling widely and lovingly, and though he made no sound, the joy on his face was so loud that it almost made me teary-eyed.It's been a while since I came out of New York and everything hits deeper here. I embraced the warmth of the breeze and inhaled the salty smell of the ocean as the lingering anxiety in my chest and mind slowly disappeared as if the weight I didn’t realize I was carrying was finally settling down. I stroll while gazing at Chen, who’s playing at the seashore, while Abby follows him at ease. It’s good to see him back. His wide and shy smile, his sparkling eyes, as he slowly opened up, not only to me but to Abby and Dante as well.“You alright?” Dante suddenly asked, coming up behind me.I nodded but didn’t look at him. “Yeah. Just… tired,” I softly said. “But this feels good. It feels different.”Us three, like a family.I caressed

CATALINAIn the faint light of morning pouring through our tent, I saw Abby's pale face as soon as I zipped open the entrance. Her usual calm demeanor was completely gone. I instantly alerted, and Dante stirred beside me, groaning softly at the sudden commotion."What is it, Abby?" I asked, my heart beginning to pound nervously. "It's Chen, ma'am! He's gone!"My throat tightened with each breath. A sudden, chilly panic shot through me. “What do you mean, gone? Where could he possibly go?” I reached for my clothes as I got out of my sleeping bag. Dante immediately alerted and grabbed for his shirt with wide, worried eyes. “Ma'am, we have no idea. We've searched everywhere around the camp. I woke up without him beside me, and he wasn't by the fire pit. We've called out, but... nothing.” Abby's voice was tinged with desperation.My thoughts were racing. With the vast ocean on one side and dense jungle on the other, Chen is nowhere to be found. A rush of fear came over me. “He wouldn

CATALINAThe airport was a blur of motion– wheeling suitcases, crying toddlers, and announcements echoing through the cavernous terminal. But my focus was not on them, it was on the frantic thrum in my chest thinking of Chen’s safety.My eyes scanned every face. Tiny sneakers, a boy’s blue hoodie, the sound of a humming child—anything. But nothing fits.Dante suddenly grabbed my hand, ignoring the announcements echoing from the speaker. The airport was massive, with people swarming past, families laughing, and bags clattering. But all I could see were faces that weren’t hers or his.We searched until our legs felt like sand and my voice turned hoarse from asking strangers if they’d seen a woman and a small boy. Every security officer, every vendor, and every gate attendant, we showed photos, described her in detail, and begged them to remember. But it was like they’d vanished into the air like ghosts trailing outside our reach.I stood near the terminal exit with Dante and Abby, watc