บททั้งหมดของ Reborn: I Give My Husband Back to His True Love: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

SydneyIt’s been three days since Bryce last spoke to me. So much for strategic partners.The silence from his end was deafening, a physical weight that pressed against my chest every time I checked my phone.After the gala, after the envelope, and after that stinging remark he’d left me with on the balcony—that I was the reason I was alone—he had vanished into the shadows of his own empire.I told myself I didn’t care. I told myself that Sydney Carter didn’t need a savior, especially not one who looked at me with that lethal combination of desire and disappointment.But as I sat in my home office, the glow of the laptop screen making my eyes ache, I realized I was lying to myself.Every time I closed my eyes, I didn’t see the documents or Eric’s smug face; I felt the ghost of Bryce’s touch and the way he had anchored me when the world felt like it was spinning out of control.“Focus, Sydney,” I whispered, rubbing my temples.I turned my attention back to the digital maze of Prestige

SydneyIt was barely 7:00 AM when I stormed into the penthouse, the air still smelling of the rain and salt from the night before.My skin felt tight, my nerves frayed to the point of snapping. I hadn’t slept; every time I closed my eyes, I felt the rough grip of those masked men on my throat and then the electric, bruising heat of Bryce’s mouth against mine.The duality of the night was enough to make my head spin.One man had tried to break me, and another had saved me—only to leave me more confused than ever.Eric was in the dining room, looking every bit the picture of corporate perfection in a crisp charcoal suit. He was scrolling through his tablet, a cup of black coffee steaming beside him. The sight of his calm, composed face of the man who had watched me die in another life, sent a surge of pure, unadulterated rage through my veins.“You really are a piece of work, Eric,” I spat, my voice cracking the morning silence like a whip.He didn’t even look up at first. “Good morning

SydneyI shifted my eggs on the plate and barely took a bite. Eric was sitting across from me, his face hidden behind a finance magazine. We hadn’t spoken since our argument last night and I was quite fine with keeping it that way.As I swallowed my eggs, my phone vibrated on the table. I stared at the screen.Bryce WestinMy heart quickened a beat and I dropped my fork abruptly. Ignoring Eric’s eyes, I swiped to answer, bringing the phone to my ear.“Good morning.”“Hello, Sydney,” His voice was smooth and the way he called my name sent a couple of tiny shivers down my back. “I’m guessing you’re ready for today?”I bit my bottom lip. Eric had lowered his newspaper. There was a frown on his face, that would have made me flinch in my past life but I simply held his eyes this time.“I am,” I leaned back. “What time do we leave?”“I’ll be at Teterboro at eleven.” He paused. “I’m assuming you’re comfortable with a private flight or would you prefer my assistant arrange for a commercial fl

SydneyThe door clicked shut behind Bryce as I stared at the phone. Sighing, I tapped Eric’s number, calling him. He answered on the first ring.“Sydney, baby, I was starting to worry.” His voice was warm. I almost laughed at how easily he was able to get me to do his will, sounding like that in the past.“I’m sorry,” I muttered, injecting just enough softness in my voice. “I was trying to get into my suite. How are you?”“Better now that I’m hearing your voice.”I rolled my eyes. Oh please.He continued. “How was the trip? Is everything alright?”“Everything’s fine. The suite is lovely. We’re heading to the welcome dinner soon.”“We?” His voice sharpened.“Yes, Eric.” I sighed in exasperation. “I’ll be going with Bryce.”He was quiet for a bit too long. I counted the seconds wondering how long it would take him to throw another tantrum.“Hm. Well, I sure hope he’ll be professional,” he murmured sorely. His voice quickly shifted back to its doting tone. “Are you comfortable with this

Sydney Something inside of me snapped and I stomped my heel on his foot. He yelped, his grip loosening just enough for me to wrench my wrist free.“Don’t you ever touch me,” I hissed, shoving him back. “Ever.”His face turned red, a vein pulsing at his temple. “You crazy bitch, I was just trying to…”He reached into the pocket of his jacket and for a second I was sure he was going to pull out the weapon he’d threatened me with when we heard a voice.“What the hell is going on here?”I looked past Marcus to see Bruce walking towards us in long strides, his eyes flashing. My breath caught in my throat.Marcus turned, his face still twisted in anger. “This is none of your business, Westin. I just want a taste of whatever pie you’ve been eating and…”He didn’t get to finish. Bryce moved his fist, smashing it against his jaw, his bones cracking. Marcus stumbled backward, crashing into the wall but everyone had heard his gasp and the entire room was slowly starting to freeze.“Jesus Christ