Semua Bab Turning Heads After Divorce: Bab 351 - Bab 360

"I'm sorry," Marisol whispered, her voice breaking.Nick replied, "The fault is mine. If only I'd been stronger back then—" "No," she interrupted. A sob caught in her throat. "We never should've met. Then you wouldn't have suffered, and your hands wouldn't have been—" Nick pressed his fingers to her lips, silencing her. His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes were tinged red at the corners. With a gentle smile, he uttered, "Don't say such things, Sol. We met when we were young. My only regret is that we didn't find each other sooner. "During those seven years abroad, I kept wondering… What if I hadn't gone back to Everton with my parents? What if I'd just told you my name back then? Would things have turned out differently? But Sol, there are no what-ifs." Behind his glasses, his eyes shimmered with sorrow too deep for words. "We still have a long future ahead of us, Sol. It's never too late, isn't it?" Marisol nodded hard. Her eyes reddened. Yes. Their future stretc

In the evening, a gleaming orange Bentley Continental rolled to a stop outside a lavishly decorated, glittering restaurant. From it stepped a striking woman clad in a bodycon emerald velvet gown that shimmered softly under the lights. Pearl buttons fastened along the collar glowed with a gentle luster, while a white knitted shawl was draped lightly over her slender shoulders, gently veiling the curves beneath. The ensemble lent her an effortless grace with every movement. Her presence was elusive and enchanting, like a spring breeze gliding through a misty rainfall. Passersby were spellbound, yet none dared stare for long. They only stole glances from the corners of their eyes. After all, she was guarded by three hulking bodyguards in black. The vision of gentleness surrounded by menace drew attention. It wasn't until the woman stepped into the restaurant, which welcomed her with soft notes of music, that murmurs erupted among the crowd outside. "Wow, she's stunning. Is s

Andre frowned and remarked, "But you and Dad never fought. You didn't even yell at each other." Marisol wanted to explain that it wasn't some marital slump, but pure hatred. Yet, she had no clue how to explain that to a seven-year-old.After all, children shouldn't carry the weight of adult resentments. That kind of burden would only breed fear and leave emotional scars. Just as she was struggling to find the right words, a small figure came barreling toward them. A crisp and bright voice rang out. "Mommy!" In an instant, a child was in Marisol's arms. Before she could process this, Andre erupted in anger. His face turned red as he yelled, "Who are you?"He yanked at the child clinging to Marisol's waist. "Let go! That's my mom! Mine!"The little boy clung tighter, refusing to release her. He then burst into sobs at Andre's screams. "No, she's my mommy! I won't let go!" "Let go!" Andre yelled. "No!" "Let go right now!" "I won't!" The scene devolved into chaos, and

"Mom!" Andre yelled. Realizing what was happening, he bolted after Marisol, only to be caught by the bodyguard stationed at the doorway. Marisol didn't look back. "Take him back to Crimson Oaks Estate," she said faintly. That was his true home. …"Mom! Mom!" Andre screamed, thrashing fiercely against the bodyguards' hold with his fists flailing. Just then, a deep, commanding voice cut through, "Andre Muller." Andre froze mid-motion at once. He looked up at the approaching man with reddened eyes. "Dad," he choked out. "Go home," Lucian said in a cool voice."But—""Home."That single word, devoid of inflection, silenced Andre. With that, Zayne stepped forward to carry him away. "Your hand—" Lucian tried to approach Marisol, but the two bodyguards moved in unison to block his path. She stood behind them, and her face was turned to the side. Her expression was unreadable, and her silence was absolute. The tension stretched until Nolan emerged from the adjacen

Stepping into the bedroom, Lucian found Andre sitting on the floor. His back was turned. Scattered around him were shattered model pieces and the torn remains of a lantern painted with little animals. Lucian remembered. Back when Orion first started school, he and Andre had gotten along well. He'd even given Andre that very lantern adorned with hand-painted animals. Thinking back now, it was likely Marisol who had painted it for Orion, who then passed it to Andre. Andre had loved it back then, so much so that he'd stored it carefully in a box. Yet now it lay in ruins. He must've been truly heartbroken. Lucian didn't offer comfort. Instead, he pulled over a chair and sat there. He looked down at Andre's back with quiet detachment. "Did you cry?" he asked. "I didn't!" Andre shot back, his voice thick with emotion."Are you upset?" "No!" "It's okay to cry when you're sad. I'll allow it this time." "I'm not crying." Andre's defiance wavered, but hitching sobs escaped a