Lahat ng Kabanata ng Betrayed By Husband And Son: Rise Of A Billionaire Wife : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Adele~She'd know I was pitying her, and that was the fastest way to make children like this shut down. No, if I was going to get through to her, it wouldn’t be with teary eyes and sad speeches. I kept my smile in place, even though all I wanted to do was blame anything and anyone for destroying a child. “Family is an important concept to me.” I paused, taking a deep breath. “I had none, so I tried to build the kind of family I would have loved to grow up in. Warm, happy, and safe. But unfortunately, things don't go as we plan.”I smiled again just as Ethan was about to cloud my mind. I didn't want to think about that child, even though I should be worried sick about him and what he'd be doing now that his father was likely hospitalized and would be admitted for maybe two weeks. “What’s the menu?” I snapped back from the thoughts I didn't want to have and smiled again, this time it was a forced smile. “Oh, you’ll see,” I said, trying to sound mysterious rather than utterly unpre

A team of lawyers pulled over at Eden Grace Restaurant. After the drama that happened earlier that day between Adele and Julia, the restaurant faced backlash and was accused of aiding a bully and bending over backwards for influential people over justice. However, the establishment was quick to put up a statement, claiming that the manager didn't understand the full context of the situation and had acted on partial information. They assured the public they were an inclusive space for all customers, no matter their social standing. Then, they rendered an apology to Adele. The post ended with a photo of their staff lined up in front of the building, smiling nervously, as if hoping their collective goodwill could erase the trending hashtags calling for a boycott.The group marched into the restaurant, faces stoic and unfriendly, save for the tall, silver-haired attorney in an immaculate three-piece suit, exuding the calm menace of someone who’d gutted corporations before breakfast. His

Ryan~ He was barely conscious on the hospital bed, machines beeping steadily around him, tubes snaking from his arms like pale, artificial veins. His head was swathed in thick bandages, broken nose held up with splints, and his swollen face was mottled with bruises in every shade from sickly yellow to deep, angry purple. His lips were cracked, a faint trail of dried blood crusted at the corner of his mouth. Each breath came shallow and ragged, his chest rising with the effort as though even oxygen had to be fought for. His right arm was suspended in a sling, while his left hand twitched weakly. But none of that was enough to make Julia give him a chance to breathe clean air. From the moment she arrived at the VIP ward, toxicity followed. “My life is a mess right now, Ryan! What am I supposed to do with you lying here hopelessly?!” Julia raised her voice, filled with anger and hurt as if that would make Ryan's condition better. She stepped closer to the bed, her heels clack

Adele ~ The drive to the market was exceptionally quiet and awkward. I mean, I had imagined the relationship between father and daughter might be… strained. But what I experienced in this ride was something else entirely. It wasn’t strained. It was frozen. Silver sat in the backseat, her little face turned toward the window, expression unreadable, as if she’d decided the passing streets were more interesting than the man sitting in the driver's seat. Detroit didn’t even glance at the rearview mirror once. If he wasn't answering me grumpily, he was staring straight at the road with a deep scowl on his face, jaw tight, like he was counting down the seconds until this was over. I shifted in my seat, suddenly very aware of how loud the car seemed without conversation. This was the kind of silence that wasn’t born from shyness — it was heavy, deliberate, like two people had learned long ago that talking didn’t get them anywhere. I tried to break it. “So… uh… what grade is your daughte

Adele~ Wherever we walked through, whoever we walked by turned to give us more than a second look. Some audibly gasped, others purred, and many couldn't even keep their admiration hidden. “They're so beautiful,” I overheard one woman whisper to her friend as we passed the spice stall. “Look at that child, she's so cute I want to snatch her. Aww.” “The mother is beautiful as well. She reminds me of Adele Ford. Her husband clearly treats her right. Look at how glowing her skin is.” “Oh my God, that's true! Sue does resemble Adele Ford a lot!” I pretended not to have heard them as we continued shopping. Silver gave me a knowing look and smiled, her meaning was clear: ‘leave them confused and guessing.’ “Wow, the husband looks like a greek god in a magazine cover,” another murmured, eyes following Detroit like he was a runway model disguised as a produce shopper. Detroit didn’t react, of course, just kept that perfectly composed, mildly irritated expression, the kind that probabl