Semua Bab Divorced: Dear Ex It's Your Loss: Bab 51 - Bab 60

•Edward's POV•"I'm sorry, Eddy," Raya apologized again as I parked in front of her mother’s mansion. "This means a lot to me, and if it didn’t, I wouldn’t have listened to my mother.""You don’t have to explain anymore, Raya," I said quietly, my gaze fixed on the windshield. "You’ve made your decision. There’s nothing I can do to change it now.""No, Eddy, please, you have to understand," she cried, her voice trembling as her eyes welled up with tears. She reached for me, but I still wouldn’t look at her. I couldn’t.The words were lodged in my throat. How could I tell her I was exhausted from everything? That whatever bond we had was dragging me down? I didn't want her to react dramatically like she always does. Things were already bad enough.I stayed silent in the car, letting her fill the silence with broken explanations and sniffles. Her hand found mine, warm and trembling, but I didn’t move, didn’t squeeze back. Even when her phone started blaring again, and she yanked it out a

•Juliet’s POV•“Jace, my love,” I said happily as I pushed open the door to Jace's room and stepped inside. My eyes immediately darted to his bed, hoping to find him still curled up under the covers, that would explain why he hadn’t come to my room this morning to interrupt my sleep like he usually did.But the bed was empty.My heart skipped. “Jace?” I called softly, walking further in. No answer.I checked the bathroom. Empty. Then I moved to his walk-in closet, identical in style to mine, still nothing. His clothes were all neatly arranged on the rack, untouched.Confused and beginning to feel the first prickles of panic, I stepped out of the room, forcing myself to stay calm. Don’t jump to conclusions, Juliet. Don’t panic yet.Maybe he was in the kitchen with Mrs. Carl… or in the gym, watching Eric do his morning workout like he often do. I picked up my pace and rushed downstairs.The sweet, warm scent of vanilla hit me the moment I entered the kitchen. Mrs. Carl was just pulling

•Juliet’s POV•I followed her closely, glancing around the lounge at the people seated in pairs. Their soft, humming conversations added a sense of elegance to the space. My gaze drifted to a seat in the farthest corner, near the glass wall window. A man dressed in a black shirt and what appeared to be gray pants sat there alone. He was the only one in the lounge without a partner, and in that moment, I knew he was the one I was supposed to meet.The man had his back to the front entrance, where I had walked in with the waitress, so I couldn’t get a good look at his face. My heart jumped slightly, the weight of my decision settling in my gut as I silently asked myself if this was truly the right thing to do.Brushing the thought aside, I reminded myself that getting to know this guy was my priority. Then, I could introduce him to Jace and everyone attending the March party, including Edward. I could already picture the expression that would twist his face when I did. That alone gave m

•Juliet's POV•Why didn’t I know that Edward would go to such extreme lengths to prove his claim? First, he pretended to be someone else, and now he’s secretly undergoing a DNA test to prove Jace is his son.I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I walked out of the lounge hastily, anger and fear seeping into my bones. When I left New York years ago, I thought I’d never get involved in any drama relating to Edward or my family. I thought I was finally free to live my life and take care of my child. I never considered the consequences of coming back, and now everything I’ve spent four years nursing is on the brink of breaking, and Edward just might be the one to destroy it all.Once I was outside the lounge, I reached for my phone to call Eric. If only I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have asked him to leave or even encouraged this date.I bit my lower lip angrily as I brought the phone to my ear. “Eric, can you come pick me up now?” I said, my voice laced with anger. I was s

•Juliet POV•I slowly placed my hand in his and stood up, my gaze drifting over his muscular chest and the tattoos that stretched across it.“I... I don’t have anything to change into. I can’t wear this gown into the water,” I stammered, my eyes meeting his.“Then take it off,” he said, his voice low and seductive, softer than I’d ever heard it. It felt like a whisper that clung to the space between us. His gaze dropped to my chest, but as if realizing his mistake, he turned his head toward the shirt lying on the sand. “You can wear my shirt.”“Okay,” I mumbled. As he released my hand, I bent to pick up the shirt. Glancing in his direction to ask for privacy, I saw he was already looking away.“I’m not looking,” he said quickly.I smiled softly at the sight of his back, his broad shoulders framed by moonlight. Even without an embrace, they looked inviting, strong. I could already imagine his arms wrapped around me. Reaching behind me to pull down the zipper of my dress, I realized it