Semua Bab Ex wife’s Revenge : Bab 51 - Bab 58

A loud gasp rippled through the room, followed by a collective murmur as everyone froze in stunned silence. The slap echoed like a gunshot, cutting through the elegant atmosphere of the auction hall. Shock painted the faces of the elite crowd—hands flew to mouths, fans fluttered in nervous gestures, and the rich aroma of wine and polished wood now mingled with the tension.Raina stood motionless, her hand instinctively pressed against her cheek. A sharp stinging sensation radiated from the spot where Jessica’s palm had landed. Her eyes widened slightly—not out of pain, but out of disbelief. She hadn’t expected things to go this far. Words? Maybe. A glare? Absolutely. But a slap?Across the room, Lucas observed the scene with a raised brow, curiosity piqued. He hadn’t imagined Jessica capable of delivering a public slap, especially not in front of high-ranking investors, billionaires, and elite socialites. But now that it had happened, he was oddly satisfied. Let’s see how Aaron handle

Aaron gave Raina—who stood silently behind him—a long, unreadable glance. Her posture was tense, her eyes fixed on the floor as though the weight of the world was crushing her. He remembered the time she told him about her former personal assistant. The betrayal. The heartbreak. How she walked in on her assistant and her ex-fiancé. Her voice had cracked with pain then, not the kind you could fake, and as he looked at her now, he could see that same vulnerability in her eyes.There were only two explanations: either Raina had lied to him from the beginning, spinning a perfect victim narrative—or everything Jamie was saying now was just bitterness dressed as truth.But deep down, he already knew.The way Raina looked at him—the flicker of shame, confusion, and quiet strength—wasn’t the look of someone hiding guilt. It was the look of someone being unfairly cornered again. And Aaron had had enough.“Enough,” his voice rang out, low but commanding, slicing through the sea of whispers and

The air buzzed with a thick mixture of excitement, envy, and satisfaction as Aaron settled back into his seat. The final number had been called—seventy million dollars. And the winning paddle had been his.A hush had briefly fallen over the crowd after the gavel slammed down, followed by a wave of murmurs and scattered applause. It wasn’t just a win—it was a statement. After the fierce head-to-head bidding war with Lucas, Aaron could finally exhale. This wasn’t about the car. It never had been. It was about pride, legacy, and drawing a clear line in the sand.He didn’t even glance at Lucas. He didn’t need to.Instead, his gaze drifted to the sleek car on display, bathed in soft golden lighting. The body of the car shimmered under the chandeliers—smooth, predatory, almost alive. It was a rare piece of engineering brilliance. Still, seventy million was a ridiculous amount to spend. He wasn’t blind to that.A quiet chuckle escaped his Lips. “Maybe next time,” he murmured to himself, “you

Raina sat quietly on the cold marble floor, doing everything she could to steady her breath—but her body had a mind of its own. Her chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven bursts, and no matter how tightly she pressed her hands together, they wouldn’t stop trembling. A chill had settled in her spine, sinking into her bones. The opulence of the auction hall—the chandeliers, velvet curtains, gold trimmings—felt so distant now, like the ghost of a dream.She wrapped her arms around herself tightly, drawing in as much strength as she could from the warmth of her own skin. Slowly, her hand drifted down to her stomach, resting gently over the soft satin fabric of her gown. It was an unconscious movement, instinctive—protective.And the moment her palm made contact, something inside her cracked.Fear, panic, helplessness.A swirl of emotions stormed through her all at once, nearly knocking the breath from her lungs. Her baby. Inside her. Vulnerable. Dependent.This can’t be happening.The words