Semua Bab Longing For My Ex-Wife: Bab 151 - Bab 160

After dinner, Maya walked slowly back to her room. She was quiet all through the meal. Her parents had noticed her mood but did not say much, and she was grateful for that.Inside her room, she let out a long sigh. Tomorrow she was going to the company. She had already made up her mind, she would submit her resignation letter. She could not keep working there. Not with the weight of Elias’s grandmother watching her every move. Not with all the whispers around her name.She closed the door and leaned against it for a moment. Her chest felt heavy. Leaving her work broke her heart, but she could not take the pressure anymore.The maid had already prepared her bath. Steam floated gently out from the bathroom. The scent of lavender filled the air. Maya entered the bathroom and saw the jacuzzi bubbling softly. Warm water swirled, small petals of roses floating on top.She slipped in slowly. The water embraced her body, easing her tense muscles. She leaned her head back against the edge and

The atmosphere in the Denovan estate was heavy with the echo of raised voices. Colton’s harsh words still clung to the walls, Elias’s anger still hanging in the air like smoke after a fire. The confrontation had ended with no resolution, only a storm waiting to break again.Maya stood frozen near the steps, her hands trembling at her sides. Her heart pounded so loudly she could barely hear her own thoughts. She wanted to run, to stop them, to hide from all of it—but before she could even move, a stern voice cut through the night.“Enough, what is going on here?”Mr. Denovan had stepped out onto the veranda, his tall figure framed by the warm glow spilling from the hall behind him. His sharp eyes scanned the scene—Elias tense and unyielding, Colton with his jaw clenched, and Maya caught between them like fragile glass about to shatter.Moments later, Mrs. Denovan appeared at his side, her silk robe wrapped tightly around her, concern etched on her face. “We could hear you from inside,”

The next morning at the Denovan estate was not calm.The maids moved quickly through the halls, preparing breakfast. The smell of fresh bread and coffee filled the air. Yet inside the dining room, the atmosphere was heavy.Maya sat with her parents and Colton at the table. She tried to eat quietly, but her hands kept trembling slightly on the silver fork. She knew they were all watching her.Mr. Denovan finally spoke, his voice calm but firm.“Maya, we need to talk about last night.”Her fork froze. She glanced at Colton, then at her mother. Both of them looked serious.Mrs. Denovan leaned forward, her eyes sharp.“We saw the fight between Elias and your brother. We saw how messy it became. Do you understand how dangerous this is? If you continue with Elias, it will not only hurt you but this entire family.”Maya’s chest tightened. She wanted to argue, but the words stuck in her throat.Colton crossed his arms. His voice was harder.“He doesn’t respect you, Maya. Did you see how quick

The sound of hammers, drills, and shouting filled the air as the sun rose higher over the city. In the busiest part of downtown, a grand building was being reshaped. Workers moved quickly across scaffolds, steel beams glinted in the light, and dust rose like smoke with every strike.This was not just another project. This was the beginning of something greater a future that would soon bear the Denovan name.Mr. Denovan walked across the site with his usual commanding presence. His sharp eyes swept over the workers, noting every detail. Beside him, Mrs. Denovan’s heels clicked against the newly polished tiles of the entrance, her face glowing with quiet pride. Colton followed a step behind, his hands tucked in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the high glass windows that reflected the morning sun.“This place will be magnificent,” Mrs. Denovan said, her voice warm. “Every corner should shine with elegance. Maya deserves nothing less.”Colton nodded once, his jaw set with determination.

The Denovan family returned home later that evening. The ride back had been quiet. Each of them had their own thoughts about the meeting at the Carter estate. The air outside was soft with the colors of sunset, painting the sky in gold and pink. Inside the grand Denovan home, Maya was waiting for them. She had been sitting in the living room, her hands folded in her lap, trying to stay calm. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she quickly stood up. Mr and Mrs Denovan walked inside together. They both looked tired but steady, their expressions calm. Mrs Denovan carried her shawl draped over one arm, while her husband set his walking cane against the wall. Maya rushed forward. “You are back,” she said softly. Her voice trembled with relief. Her mother smiled faintly and kissed her cheek. “Yes, my dear. We are home.” Her father gave a short nod. “The meeting went well. Everything went as expected.” They all moved into the living room. Mrs Denovan sat on the sofa and patt