Semua Bab Signed Sealed and Divorced. The CEO’s biggest regret: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The jet dipped gently, the hum of its engines softening as the runway lights came into view. Sienna stirred, her lashes fluttering open against the dim glow of the cabin. For a second, she didn’t know where she was. Then she felt it—the blanket cocooned around her, its faint cedar scent clinging to her skin.Adrian.Her chest tightened. He sat across from her, posture as controlled as ever, but his gaze was softer than she remembered. Watchful, steady, patient. He hadn’t woken her, hadn’t demanded anything, only sat there as though he had all the time in the world.It unsettled her more than his arrogance ever had.“You should have woken me,” she murmured, dragging the blanket off her shoulders.“You looked peaceful,” he said simply.Peaceful. The word landed sharp, almost cruel. She hadn’t been peaceful in years.“Don’t play the attentive husband,” she said, her tone clipped. “That role was buried with the divorce papers.”Adrian didn’t flinch. He only inclined his head slightly, the

The afternoon sun hung low, its light slanting through the wide glass panes and painting the walls in amber. Sienna stirred awake, head heavy, a dull ache clinging to her temples. Sleep had been fractured—snatches of shadows, of Layla’s words echoing in her ears:“He broke into my house and almost choked me to death asking for your whereabouts ”Why would he do that? She had never seen Leo violent with anyone, why would he go as far as breaking into Layla’s house and being physical with her just because he wanted to know her whereabouts? Isn’t that extreme? She pushed herself upright, dragging her fingers across her face before reaching for the phone on her nightstand. The screen was blank, no new messages. Relief flickered for a heartbeat, then was gone, replaced by unease.Her stomach grumbled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten properly since the jet. She tied her hair back with a careless twist and padded barefoot down the staircase, every step careful, deliberate, as though she migh

The drive was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the occasional chirp from Alina in the backseat. Sienna sat in the passenger seat, her cap pulled low, oversized sunglasses shielding most of her face. She couldn’t stop scanning the streets as they passed, watching every corner, every shadow as though paparazzi might leap out at any second.Adrian’s hands rested steady on the wheel, one arm stretched comfortably while the other guided them through the late afternoon traffic. His composure irritated her, mostly because she lacked it.“Relax,” he murmured without looking at her.“I am relaxed,” she snapped back automatically, though her rigid shoulders betrayed her.Alina leaned forward from the backseat, her excitement bubbling over. “Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream!” she sang, kicking her legs.They pulled up in front of the parlor, a pastel-painted corner shop with wide glass windows. The kind of place families flocked to after school. Sienna’s chest constricted. It looked so…

The office lights were too bright. Adrian had left Sienna’s house with the weight of her words carved deep into his chest, but no amount of steel and glass could strip them from him. Her voice—breaking, fierce—still clung to him like smoke, and the memory of Alina’s stick-figure family drawing gave him a feeling he could not explain.Life was so unfair. All he had wanted from the moment he knew Alina and Leo existed was to be in their lives, to be their dad and yet everythung he seemed to be doing was barely working. Did he really make a mistake by taking them out for ice cream?He had tried to kiss their heads last night, the soft curls of Alina’s hair, she smelt so good. Leo hadn’t let him though. The kid really had it out for him and then Sienna, He hated leaving her. Hated that she had asked him to go back to his own house. But the note—the photos—weren’t empty threats. She had been right. The closer he drew them into his world, the more danger pressed in.So he drowned in the on

Alina’s voice was the to cut through the quiet—off-key singing as she stood on a stool by the sink, toothbrush clutched like a microphone.“Brush, brush, brush your teeth, make them shiny bright…” she crooned, bubbles spilling down her chin.Leo sat on the floor nearby, lacing his sneakers with surprising precision. He barely looked up, though the corner of his mouth twitched. When Alina wobbled on her stool, he reached out without thinking, steadying her ankle before she could topple over.“Don’t fall,” he muttered.“I wasn’t going to!” Alina said, spraying toothpaste foam as she grinned.“You were,” Leo countered, wiping his hand on his shorts.Their nanny appeared in the doorway, already armed with a comb and a patience that only came from years of wrangling children. “Alina, you’ve got your socks mixed again—one pink, one blue.”“They’re friends,” Alina said proudly, hopping down from the stool with wet chin and mismatched feet. “They like each other.”Leo rolled his eyes but didn