Semua Bab Ex-Wife's Rise From Betrayal: Doing Ex-Husband Over : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Mirabella Loud moans filled the room. Worse, my curiosity got the better of me. I should have knocked. But why should I have to knock in my own husband's house? Was it a crime to come back early? I stepped into the building, the sounds growing more intense as I pushed the door ajar. What I saw made my tear glands explode. My heart had fluttered at the thought of coming home to my husband. I expected many things when I arrived early, but finding him entangled in bed with my sister was not one of them. I should have knocked. I wished I had. But it was too late. I was already inside, my eyes wide as I tried to process the scene, my brain scrambling. My lips parted in silent realization as I stared at them, their bodies tangled beneath the sheets. You would think they would scramble to cover their shame, but they just stared at me lazily from where I stood at the door. I came home earlier than expected. Why wouldn't I? I had news to share, but now, seeing this… I stood rooted to the s

Ethan Robert “Sir, it seems you don’t understand how crucial this deal is to us,” my assistant, Aiden, said while standing in front of my desk. I barely heard him. My focus remained on the glass of whiskey I was slowly swirling in my hand, watching the amber liquid catch the light. A crucial deal. Vital. Whatever. I knew that already. Robert Enterprises had been aggressively expanding into the tech sector for years, and this partnership was our best shot at securing a dominant foothold. We could probably succeed on our own, but without the right software infrastructure, our ambitions were dead in the water. We needed innovation, something that could redefine digital security on a global scale. And we found it. An app called Haven. Or rather, she had found it. Miss Carter. The mysterious CEO of Haven. Her app had started as a small project, something grassroots and under the radar, but it had exploded into a revolutionary tool for women’s safety. It featured AI-powered, real-time

Mirabella Two hours later, I sat in the doctor’s office. My foot tapped anxiously against the tiled floor while Theo played quietly beside me, twisting the small teddy bear in his hands. Ethan had agreed to come in for the test. He was currently waiting outside, unaware of Theo’s presence, and I preferred to keep it that way. At least until we were certain. “Mum?” Theo’s soft, hesitant voice pulled me from my spiraling thoughts. I turned to him quickly. “Yes, baby?” I leaned forward, forcing a smile that did not quite reach my eyes. His gaze stayed distant, more focused on the toy than on me, but I was used to that. “Why are we here? You said no more hospital visits.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead, my voice gentle. “We are only here for a few minutes, okay? I just need to grab something.” He finally looked at me. For a moment, those blue-brown eyes locked onto mine with an innocent hope that squeezed my heart so tightly I almost forgot how to breathe. “I… I wanna go back to

Mirabella My heart drummed as I strolled down the hallway onto the outside pavement. I stilled and straightened myself when I saw Cole's car parked right outside the building. Even from afar, I could feel his gaze stripping me as I approached. It was a lingering, intense look typical of Cole. Normally, it would not bother me, but something else was eating deep into my soul. Cole leaned over to the passenger side and, before I could reach the handle, he had already opened it for me. “Thanks,” I murmured, pressing a thin lined smile. “Of course. Anything for my lady.” I shut the door as he clicked the central lock and revived the engine, though not without giving me that small, genuine grin I had grown accustomed to over the past few years and had come to love. As his hands moved, reversing out of the lot, I could not focus completely on the moment. My mind drifted back to Ethan’s face and the way it dropped when I told him I would not let him be Theo’s father. Next, my thoughts tur

Ethan Robert My grip tightened around the wheel, my knuckles pale against the leather. With a grunt, I yanked one hand free to loosen the suffocating knot of my tie. It had been a shitty, twisted, and relentless day from start to finish, and it was not even over yet. Theo’s soft, clogged snores drifted up, pulling my gaze toward him. He slept with his head tilted slightly, his chest rising and falling in a quiet rhythm. His little nose, which was high bridged and struggling for breath, twitched with each inhale. Leaning forward against the pull of my seatbelt, I gently adjusted his head, guiding it upright to keep his neck from straining. He looked so much like me that it was almost eerie. No test was needed to prove paternity; I knew, deep in my bones, that this boy was mine. My eyes caught the small birthmark by his nose and another by his left eye. They were in the exact same spots as mine. Even if Lena had never confirmed it, Theo's features alone would have silenced any doubt.