Semua Bab After Divorcing My Husband, I became His Boss: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Hannah's POV: The gun looked wrong in Lenora’s hands — too small, too ordinary, like something you buy in a shop window and never expect to need. But as she held it, all the cheapness of it disappeared. It became an extension of the way she’d always reached for things she wanted: sudden, precise, and without mercy. I remember the moment like a photograph — the way the light from the hallway cut across her face, turning the soft features I used to pity into something hard and animal-like. Her eyes glistened with tears that did nothing to soften the lines of fury. She blinked and the tears fell, glossy and wet, but they couldn’t wash away the hatred that lived under them. Just then, Hayes rushed in. “Lenora? Little sister? What are you doing with a gun?” He stood beside us, his eyes fixated on Lenora. “All I ever wanted was you, Hayes,” she croaked. Her voice had its old honeyed tone, the one people fell for when she wanted favors. Now the honey had curdled. “Just you. But you — y

Hannah’s POV: Hayes was lying almost lifeless on the floor. Adam could barely move. Lenora pointed the gun at me. “This is Hannah. This is your end.” She was just about to pull the trigger when… The shrill wail of sirens cut through the madness. Flashing lights painted the night as police swarmed the riverbank, guns drawn. “Drop the weapon!” they shouted. The words echoed over the roar of my own heartbeat. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. My eyes were fixed on the gun—on Lenora’s trembling hands, the weapon glinting under the red-and-blue strobes. Her face was pale, streaked with sweat, hair plastered to her forehead. She was shaking, almost convulsing, but her gaze… her gaze never left me. There was a frenzy in her eyes, a wild fire that made my skin crawl. “Lenora,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Please. It doesn’t have to end this way.” For a moment, I thought she heard me. Her grip on the gun faltered, her fingers twitching. The barrel wavered. I held my breath, daring

Hannah's POV: Time moved strangely. Fast and slow at once. Nurses changed shifts. The man who'd been coughing left. A new family came in, huddled together, whispering prayers. I kept seeing it. Adam throwing himself in front of me. The blood blooming on his sleeve. His face going pale. He'd taken a bullet for me. Hayes had taken one too, trying to stop his stepsister. His stepsister who'd been obsessed with him. His stepsister who I'd brought into my home because I thought I could use her for information. And now she had taken her own life rather than face what she'd done. Three gunshots. Three people bleeding. One dead. All because I'd made a deal with someone who tried to kill me once before. My hands started shaking. I stood up quickly, walked toward the bathroom. My legs felt disconnected from my body. Mechanical. One foot in front of the other. The bathroom was empty. White tiles. Fluorescent lights. A mirror that showed me exactly what I looked like. Blood on my shirt.

Hannah's POV: Hayes's surgery stretched into its eighth hour. I sat in the waiting room with Adam's confession still ringing in my ears. The nurse had given him more pain medication. He'd be asleep for a while. I couldn't stay in that room. Couldn't look at him without hearing those words again. ‘I'm in love with you.’ My phone buzzed. I'd turned it back on after leaving Adam's room. More messages from my mother. Nothing from Michael. One from Josh asking if I was okay. I didn't answer any of them. Hayes's parents sat across from me. His mother's eyes were closed, but I could tell she wasn't sleeping. Her hands clutched a tissue, twisted and damp. His father stared at the wall, face blank. We'd been in this room together for hours. Not speaking. Not looking at each other. Just waiting. The doctor finally appeared at the doorway. His scrubs were still stained. His face was drawn. Everyone stood up. "Ma, Sir," The doctor looked at them first. Professional. Careful. "Your son i

Hannah's POV: "Because you let me believe him!” "What was I supposed to do? Show up and say 'Actually, I'm the one who found you in that building, here's proof'?" His voice rose slightly, then dropped. "You were trying to heal, Hannah. You'd enrolled in university, joined our professor's lab, started reclaiming your life. Hayes was your anchor through all of that. You looked at him like he'd saved you from drowning. How could I take that away from you?" "You could have told me the truth." "When? When you were traumatized and fragile? When you were building your life around gratitude to him? When you were already giving him your endorsement money and helping him publicize that damn hairpin that never actually worked?" Adam's eyes were fierce. "Every time I thought about telling you, I realized it would only hurt you more. You needed to believe someone had fought for you while your family moved on with Maria." The truth of that cut deep. I had needed it. God, I'd needed so desperate