Semua Bab Turning Heads After Divorce: Bab 31 - Bab 40

"Mom, when are you coming home?"In the quiet of the night, the car moved steadily forward as Andre's childish voice came through the phone.Marisol replied flatly, "I still have things to do. I'm not coming back.""Oh." Andre was briefly disappointed before asking again, "Then will you be home in the next few days?"Marisol hesitated for a moment. Her lips were pressed together slightly. In the end, she hardened her heart and said, "I'm busy these days. I don't have time. Let your dad take care of you for now.""Okay."Andre's voice turned dejected. "Then, Mom, you have to call me when you come back, okay? I miss you.""Alright."After Andre hung up, Marisol stared at the darkened phone screen as her thick lashes trembled faintly. Her grip on the steering wheel remained tight.It had been a long time since Andre called her like this. He even said he missed her. That was the first time she had heard that from him in over a year.…The moment Andre ended the call in the Mulle

At the Apex Union Bank's tech department, someone said to Marisol, "Ms. Speight, do you really have to leave? It's so hard to find a boss as good as you.""Yeah, Ms. Speight! This is too sudden!""Can't you stay?"Marisol had just finished a meeting when several of her closer team members gathered around. They were all talking over each other about her resignation.Though she was serious and strict at work, she had a decent temperament. When she did get stern, it was always work-related and professional. She often gave out personal bonuses during and after projects, treated her team to meals and drinks, and applied for rewards like prizes and trips for them.As long as the work was done well, she was flexible with time-off requests, making the office environment relatively relaxed. Combined with her high technical skills, her team members respected her deeply. It was no surprise that they were reluctant to let her go now that she was leaving."Don't worry, I vetted your new manag

Inside the opulent, spacious private room on the N Laugh club's second floor sat over a dozen young men and women dressed in tailored suits and luxurious evening wear.At the center of the gathering, Lucian and Nevaeh sat close together. Everyone in this room of young elites was Lucian's childhood friend—Nevaeh's as well. They had all grown up together and maintained close relationships.With such familiar company, their conversation flowed freely. They covered all manner of topics."Lucian, that new tech subsidiary you recently established—Fanco Tech, right? How's it coming along? Have you selected your technical team yet?"A handsome man sitting beside Lucian swirled his wine glass as he asked the question. His query immediately drew everyone's attention.Muller Group, primarily an industrial conglomerate, didn't just dominate Everton's market. It stood at the pinnacle of global heavy industry with its influence spanning worldwide.The established industrial giant was suddenly

The moment Nevaeh spoke, silent laughter rippled through the room. Truly, no one regarded Marisol—the legitimate wife—with any respect.This crowd had always been like this. But Marisol had never considered them worth acknowledging either. She ignored them all. Her gaze pierced straight through to Lucian.She didn't speak. She simply watched.She knew Lucian had deliberately forced her to come here. This entire spectacle in the private room had been orchestrated solely to humiliate and disgust her.Even so, Marisol no longer cared. She had no intention of making a scene—it would be undignified and ugly."Lucian," she said. "You know why I'm here. If you refuse to talk, then... fine. Let it be this way."She'd rather go for mutual destruction.She could endure losses. She could tolerate humiliation. But she would not stand by while her friends suffered from being threatened and bullied into submission because of her.The reason Marisol had survived this long—despite her family,

Heavy breathing echoed through the opulent private room as Marisol lay limp across the crystal table. Her white sweater was disheveled, and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes glistened with unshed tears from the pain in her back.She forced herself to stay conscious as she trained her gaze on the man above her.Lucian's tailored black suit was equally rumpled. His sharp, aristocratic features flushed with unrestrained desire.His face hovered close to hers as his scorching breath seared her delicate skin. His mesmerizing fox-like eyes, usually enough to make her weak with longing, were now clouded with lust. It was a sight that would have once enthralled her completely.She had to admit that Lucian possessed a face capable of stirring desire with just a glance. But now, that face held no allure for her.Perhaps her back hurt too much. The pain just kept her lucid."My dear…"Lucian pressed down slightly, the bridge of his nose brushing her cheek as he spoke in a low, breathless mu