Todos los capítulos de Sunrise After Divorce; The Comeback Queen : Capítulo 241 - Capítulo 250

Author's POV ~>The car moved through the city with a slow heaviness, as if even the night couldn’t make room for what had just happened. Jasmine kept both hands on the steering wheel while Charlotte stared at her profile from the passenger seat, searching for any flicker of doubt or suspicion that might betray what she was thinking. The silence in the car was thick, the kind that wasn’t peaceful but painfully aware, strained, and pulsing with unspoken thoughts.Charlotte studied the tension in Jasmine’s jawline. The way her eyes stayed on the road without blinking too long. The way she kept exhaling like she was trying to force something out of her chest. Charlotte wondered how much she actually believed, or if she had looked past the tears and the shaking voice and seen the truth that lay beneath the entire performance.The city lights blurred across the windows as they eased into traffic. Cars honked, people talked on sidewalks, buses hissed as they slowed, and yet inside the car n

Author's POV ~ Ethan turned the stereo knob until the music blasted through the car like a storm. The speakers shook, every beat hitting his chest with a force that matched the anger boiling inside him. He pressed harder on the accelerator, overtaking cars without thinking, his jaw clenched and his knuckles white around the steering wheel. He yelled once, loud and raw, the sound swallowed by the roaring music. His eyes burned but he blinked hard, refusing to let the tears fall. He told himself he had to stay strong. For himself. For his career. For Emily and Eric. His children came to his mind so clearly that it almost stopped him from breathing. Their smiles, their tiny hands grabbing his shirt, the way they’d clung to him last weekend. They’d asked him again and again if he’d really come early to get them for vacation. He’d promised. He had sworn he would. And he’d forgotten. The guilt twisted deeply in his stomach. He needed to see them now, no matter the hour. He switched

Author's POV ~Charlotte woke with the sun spilling through her curtains, a warmth in the room that contrasted sharply with the tension still hovering in her chest. She stretched, her eyes glittering with a strange excitement she couldn’t fully explain, and slid out of bed. Her hair was messy from sleep, but she barely cared. Today felt like a day she could control, like a small victory had already been won.She padded to the bathroom, brushing her teeth quickly, barely noticing the toothpaste foam on her lips. Her reflection looked the same as yesterday, the same as the day before, but inside, her mind was buzzing. She had planned everything carefully, rehearsed it perfectly. The attention, the chaos, the way everyone would look at her. It was intoxicating.By the time she reached the kitchen, she was humming softly under her breath, a tune that had nothing to do with reality. She grabbed a plate, poured herself some cereal, and sat down at the table.Her mother, Mrs Harper, was alre

Author's POV ~That afternoon, Dylan followed Charlotte secretly. He had one plan– confront her and get to understand why she accused Ethan wrongly. He wanted to know what she was up to and also get her to confess to her deceitful action and clear Ethan's name. He wanted to get her to confess to manipulating the situation and falsely accusing Ethan. Dylan pushed the door open and stepped into the dimly lit bar, scanning the scattered crowd until he spotted her. Charlotte sat near the far corner with a cocktail glass between her fingers. She looked relaxed, almost smug, as if she owned that small corner of the world.He braced himself and approached. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but certainly not the smile she gave when her eyes lifted to meet his.“Well,” she said, tilting her head. “If it isn’t Ethan’s loyal shadow.”Dylan stopped in front of her table and replied. “I’m not here to play games.”“You’re not fun when you’re tense,” she replied and gestured at the empty seat across

Author's POV ~Ethan slowed the car as the Scott mansion came into view. The tall iron gates stood open much quicker than they had yesterday. The security men barely glanced at him before allowing him through. He noticed immediately that they were less tense and less aggressive. Yesterday they looked ready to drag him out of the car if he breathed wrong. Today they nodded politely.Scarlett must have spoken to them. She probably told them not to treat him like an intruder. Ethan could not tell if that was a good thing or a complicated one. He parked near the entrance and stepped out. The front doors opened before he reached them. Two maids greeted him warmly and ushered him inside.The mansion smelled like polished wood and something faintly floral. It reminded him of the early days of his marriage, when he would come home and see Scarlett decorating in every corner just to make the house feel alive. He pushed that thought away as he walked deeper into the foyer.He heard footsteps on