บททั้งหมดของ Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

The van hummed low as it carved through the darkness, headlights cutting pale tunnels into the night. The city was behind them now, swallowed in the rearview, yet its ghosts still lingered in every breath inside the vehicle.The air was thick with gunpowder and sweat, clinging to their lungs, to their clothes. Voss gripped the wheel like it was the only thing tethering him to reality, his knuckles bone-white, his eyes fixed dead ahead. He had been driving without speaking for twenty minutes straight, not even sparing a glance at the others.In the back, Adrian sat rigid, Alina curled against his chest. Her small body twitched with every pothole, every shift in the road. Her face was smeared with dirt, lashes clumped with tears, lips trembling even in sleep. The toy phone was still clutched tight in her hand, as though it was the one thing that could keep her tethered to safety.Adrian pressed his lips against her tangled hair, breathing her in like she might vanish if he let go. His s

Adrian returned home later than usual, his shoulders stiff with exhaustion though he made sure his face wore the same easy smile. Work still clung to him—the faint scent of coffee, city air, and the leather of his car—but his eyes softened the instant he stepped through the door. He loosened his tie with a practiced flick, draping his jacket over the back of the couch.He had barely sat when a knock came at the door.The nurse entered quietly, her white uniform crisp, her hands steady as she carried the small black case. Adrian’s lips twitched upward in a polite acknowledgment, but his body sagged with the familiar heaviness. She had been coming for weeks now, and though the ritual was routine, it never stopped being a reminder.He sank into the armchair by the window, where the light was fading, golden rays painting sharp shadows across his cheekbones. The nurse prepared the syringe with the kind of efficiency that came only from repetition. The smell of antiseptic bit into the air,

The morning sun poured into the kitchen in soft golden streams, catching on the glass vase of lilies Sienna had set out on the counter. The smell of butter and cinnamon rolls drifted through the air, but it wasn’t food that had Alina bouncing in her seat.Her eyes sparkled, cheeks flushed pink as she babbled about colors, ribbons, and balloons.The past week had been spent Birthday planning for Leo and Alina. Their birthday was in a few days and it’ll be the first he spends with them. He had to make it worth it. Alina held the catalogue pointing “ I want pink ones, and purple, and maybe silver too because silver looks like magic,” she said, swinging her legs under the chair. “And a big cake—two layers, no, three. With stars. Can we, Mummy?”Sienna laughed softly, brushing flour from her fingers. “We’ll see, baby girl. That’s a lot of cake.”Leo, sitting across from her, pretended not to listen, eyes glued to the tablet in his hands. But the faint tug at the corner of his lips betraye

The office still smelled of polished wood and faint ink, but the air was heavy—so heavy it felt like no one dared breathe. Adrian Hawthorne hadn’t raised his voice. He didn’t need to. His silence was a weapon sharp enough to slice the room apart.Mr. Nigel, who just minutes ago strode in with arrogance, was no longer the same man. His confidence had shattered under Adrian’s gaze, the kind of gaze that didn’t just look at you, it dismantled you piece by piece, stripping you of lies, excuses, and pride until nothing remained but the naked truth of your weakness.“I—President Hawthorne,” Mr. Nigel stammered, his throat bobbing, his once-slicked hair damp with nervous sweat. His hands shook as he nudged his wife, who still stood frozen in disbelief. “Apologize. Now.”Mrs. Nigel flinched as though the command came with a lash. She opened her mouth, but no sound came. Her hand twitched toward her pearls as if clutching them would shield her from the storm gathering before her.Adrian didn’t

The morning sun spilled through the tall windows of the Hawthorne estate, golden light dancing across the marble floors. The house hummed with life—staff hurried down the corridors with trays of balloons, rolls of ribbons, and polished silver platters that would later be piled high with cakes and sweets.But upstairs, the world was still quiet.Adrian and Sienna slipped softly into the children’s room, their steps muted against the plush carpet. They exchanged a smile, then began to sing in low, warm voices.“Happy birthday to you…”Alina stirred first, the song pulling her from her dreams. Her eyes fluttered open, wide and bright the moment she saw her parents leaning over her bed. “It’s today!” she squealed, throwing her small arms around Sienna’s neck.Leo blinked awake slower, rubbing his eyes and mumbling, “It’s too early.” But when Adrian bent down and pressed a kiss to his temple, murmuring, “Happy birthday, son,” Leo’s lips twitched into a shy smile.Within moments, Alina was