All Chapters of Reclaiming Her Love: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Sylvia When Violet and Victor stepped out of the room, the door clicking softly behind them, the air changed instantly.It wasn’t just quiet.It was charged.I shifted slightly on the bed, adjusting myself carefully. Logan was still standing near the window, his broad back facing me. His shoulders were stiff, like he was carrying the weight of the whole world on them.“Are you planning to stand there all day,” I asked lightly, “or are you coming back to keep me company?”He turned slowly, one eyebrow raised. “You don’t look like someone who needs company.”“Oh, I do,” I replied. “Especially when I’m surrounded by serious men who don’t know how to relax.”He walked back toward me, pulling the chair closer and sitting down. “Relax?” he scoffed. “Sylvia, you’re in a hospital bed because someone wanted you silenced.”I sighed. “There you go. Mood killer.”He shook his head. “You joke too much.”“And you worry too much,” I shot back. “That’s why we balance each other.”That earned me a sm

SylviaWeeks had passed since the hospital incident.Weeks of pain, questions, whispers, and slow healing.I was better now, not fully healed, but strong enough to stand, to walk, to face the world again. The bandage on my head was gone, replaced by a faint scar hidden under my hair. The bruises on my arms had faded, but the memory of hands gripping me too tight still lived under my skin.Today was the second court proceeding.And this time, there would be no wheelchair.I stood in front of the mirror early that morning, staring at my reflection. I looked… different. Thinner. Sharper. Like someone who had been broken and forced to rebuild herself quickly.Logan stood behind me, adjusting his tie. Violet hovered near the door, checking her phone repeatedly. Victor was already outside, coordinating security.“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Logan asked gently.I met his eyes in the mirror. “If I don’t show up again, they’ll keep saying I’m hiding and there is nothing to hide.”He n

KateEmily arrived ten minutes late.I noticed everything, her careful steps, the way her eyes scanned the street before she knocked, the tension hidden behind her makeup. She tried to look calm, but I could smell fear on people like perfume. Fear always announced itself, no matter how expensive the cover was.I opened the door myself.“Emily,” I said with a smile. “You look thinner.”She rolled her eyes lightly. “Stress will do that to you.”I stepped aside to let her in. “Come in. You’re safe here.”She hesitated for half a second before walking in. That hesitation amused me.The house was quiet, warm, and carefully designed to look harmless. Cream walls. Soft couches. A small shelf of books I never read. Anyone walking in would think this was the home of a bored woman hiding from the world.That was the point.Emily removed her coat and sat down slowly, crossing her legs. “You really like disappearing, don’t you?”“I like control,” I corrected, pouring wine into two glasses. “Disap

Sylvia The night air was warm when I pulled up to Logan’s house, my hands gripping the steering wheel longer than usual. My heartbeat was loud in my ears, echoing a mixture of nerves and something else, something I hadn’t allowed myself to feel fully in weeks. Logan had been busy, of course, and I had been busy too, but something in me couldn’t ignore it anymore.I climbed out of the car and took a deep breath, adjusting my jacket. The streetlights cast long shadows on the driveway, and for a moment, I hesitated at the door. What if he wasn’t in the mood to talk? What if he was too tired? What if my presence… stirred something he didn’t want?But my thoughts ended as soon as his voice called out, deep and familiar, as the door swung open.“Well, look who decided to show up,” he said, leaning against the doorframe, a slow smirk pulling at his lips.I swallowed, trying to appear casual, though I felt my stomach tighten. “I wanted to see how you’re doing,” I said, stepping inside. “And…

Sylvia After the court session ended, I didn’t stop to speak to anyone.Not the reporters who suddenly shouted my name like they had always cared. Not the curious faces staring at me like I was a public exhibition. Not the people who had once doubted me and now pretended they had always believed.I kept my head high and walked straight out of the courthouse, my heels clicking steadily against the floor. Violet walked beside me, her presence firm and grounding. She didn’t say anything, and I was grateful for that. Words felt heavy right now.Outside, the sun was bright, too bright. It almost felt mocking, like the world was daring me to break. Cars passed. People laughed. Life moved on as if my entire existence hadn’t just been dissected in a courtroom.I breathed in deeply.“Hospital?” Violet asked once we were inside the car, her voice calm but observant.“Yes,” I replied without hesitation. “I have a meeting.”She glanced at me briefly before starting the engine. “You’re sure you’r