Lahat ng Kabanata ng Turning Heads After Divorce: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Lucian's eyes flashed with panic the moment he saw Marisol fall. He instinctively reached out to catch her, but before he could, Nevaeh suddenly shrieked. As she stumbled and nearly tripped on the hem of her gown, Lucian immediately pulled back to catch her instead.Marisol's outstretched hand froze in mid-air as her body toppled helplessly toward the stairs. She locked her gaze on Lucian and Nevaeh, who were now clinging tightly to each other at the top of the steps.The image of them embracing and her impending fall was seared into her memory. She clenched her jaw and braced for the inevitable pain. However, just as her body pitched forward, an arm wrapped firmly around her waist and pulled her back in one powerful motion."Careful." A deep, velvety voice sounded near her ear, and she felt a beating heart nestled in a strong chest at her back.As Marisol realized she had not hit the ground—no shattered her bones or spilled blood on marble—she exhaled shakily. Then, she noticed th

Theodore snapped, "I'll leave the country too! I'm going to find Mom!"Ronan tapped the bat on the floor with a light knock. He did not say a word, but the sound alone was enough to silence the entire room. After all, they were brothers, and Theodore knew exactly what Ronan was like beneath that polished exterior.He looked like a gentleman, but he could smile while backing someone into a corner and leaving them with no way out. With their parents no longer around to shield him, Theodore did not dare act out anymore.However, Ronan was not done. Once he saw that Theodore had finally shut up, he dragged him over and dropped him in front of Marisol."Apologize," Ronan ordered. His voice was calm and direct.Theodore glared at her. Forget apologizing. He wanted to spit in her face. Even at this time, he still believed this was all her fault.He had always toyed with Marisol before, but now he had made a complete fool of himself in front of her, and he hated her for it. His jaw clenc

Marisol placed her hands on her knees. Her fingers trembled as she gripped her knees tightly. Her knuckles were turning white. Her voice shook slightly as she asked, "H-He's back in the country?"Marisol had lived with integrity toward most people throughout her life. But if there was one person she had truly wronged, it was him. That person had left the country seven years ago, and she had not heard a single word from him since. Or maybe Marisol had deliberately avoided hearing anything about him. He was the only person she had ever felt real guilt for—guilt that ran so deep that she could barely face the memory without flinching.And now, at this moment, he had come back. He returned right when her marriage was falling apart. Marisol could not help but wonder if the man was here to watch her crash and burn, to mock her for insisting on marrying Lucian, only to end up like this.Then again, if someone were to ask her if she regretted her decision, she would say no. She did not

Marisol did not want to say any of it because saying it out loud felt pathetic. Besides, she believed that Lucian would not care anyway. Their seven years of marriage had taught her one thing loud and clear: everyone and everything else in his world came before her. In other words, everyone else was more fragile, important, and deserving of his protection.That had always been Lucian's version of love. So, saying it out loud would just be humiliating.Just then, a sudden knock echoed from the door, fast and frantic. A woman's soft, breathy voice followed quickly behind."Lucian? Are you in there? I'm coming in, okay?"...Marisol almost laughed when she heard Nevaeh's voice. She thought, "Of course, it's Nevaeh. Speak of the devil."She turned her gaze back to Lucian with a half-smile. Her expression was cold and cutting. She said, "Think about it—the second you sign the divorce papers, your sweetheart can finally get the title she wants."The knocking grew louder, more panick

Zayne stood tall at the doorway. His voice was low and cold. "Mr. Lowell, you do understand that there will be consequences for what happened today, right?"Ronan's smile did not waver as he folded his handkerchief and turned toward Marisol. "Ms. Speight, allow me to walk you out."Only after the two of them had left did Zayne take out his phone and call Lucian. "Mr. Muller, Mrs. Muller left with Ronan. I'm sorry—I couldn't stop her."There was silence on the other end for a few seconds before Lucian finally spoke. "If it was Ronan, then it's no surprise you couldn't. Don't blame yourself."Zayne asked, "What about Mrs. Muller?""Have someone keep an eye on her, but don't interfere. She really thinks that Ronan and the Lowells are the kind of people she can rely on? What a joke.""Understood, Mr. Muller."..."Mr. Lowell, thank you so much for today," Marisol said as they walked toward the parking lot. She hesitated for a moment, thinking about what Zayne had said earlier. T