Semua Bab The Return of the Billionaire's Ex-lover: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Daryl’s apartment was silent now, with only the ticking of the clock filling the room. After throwing his phone against the wall, he slumped onto the floor. His head leaned back against the wall, his breath heavy. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. His heart felt like it was being torn apart.“Why did you leave me again, Cheesy…” he whispered under his breath.Then Daryl’s thoughts began to drift—back to six years ago. The day his life fell apart. The day everything changed.Six Years AgoThe campus was lively that day. Daryl and Cheesy’s classmates had gathered at the garden behind the faculty building—their usual spot for birthday celebrations or casual hangouts.Daryl clutched a small box containing a simple ring. His palms were slightly sweaty, but his smile was wide. Today marked exactly two years of their relationship. He planned to propose to Cheesy—symbolically—as a sign of his commitment.“Daryl, are you sure you want to propose to Cheesy in front of everyone like this?”

Cheesy stood frozen in the middle of Daryl’s spacious and cold apartment. She had just finished her shower. Her hair was still slightly damp.Daryl emerged from the bedroom with calm, measured steps. In his hand was a black box. He tossed it toward Cheesy.“Wear this tonight,” he said curtly.Cheesy stared at the box, then slowly opened it. Inside was a sheer black lingerie set—almost see-through.She looked up at Daryl, her brows furrowed. “Are you serious, Mr. Daryl? You really want me to wear this?”“Do I look like I’m joking?” Daryl replied sharply.Cheesy bit her lip. She knew how cruel Daryl could be when he was angry. But tonight, somehow, the shame cut deeper than fear.Without saying a word, she began to unwrap the towel covering her body. Daryl watched without blinking.“Hurry,” he said coldly.Cheesy changed right in front of him. Her hands trembled as she put on the lingerie, but her face remained expressionless. She was doing everything she could to hide the overwhelming

**When they arrived at the apartment, Daryl didn’t say a word. He slammed the car door open and grabbed Cheesy by the wrist. His eyes were cold, sharp.Without giving her a chance to speak, Daryl scooped her into his arms.“Daryl, I can walk on my own…” Cheesy whispered softly.“Be quiet,” Daryl replied flatly.Cheesy clung to his shoulders, trying to steady her trembling body. Her chest felt tight. Her breathing shallow. But she said nothing more.Once they reached the bedroom, Daryl kicked the door shut and laid her down on the bed. His eyes lingered on her body, studying her like a predator sizing up its prey.Cheesy lowered her gaze, unable to meet his.Without warning, Daryl leaned down and kissed her neck. The kiss was heated, urgent. His breath was heavy. One of his hands moved around her waist, pulling her closer.Then, suddenly—**“Cough… cough!”**Cheesy broke into a harsh fit of coughing. She covered her mouth with her hand. When she looked down at her palm, her eyes widen

“Stop it, Dad! I don’t want to!” Cheesy shouted, her eyes watering, her breath coming in gasps from her emotions.In the large office, Mr. Ethan, Cheesy’s father, stood behind a large desk. His body was sturdy, his face stern, his gaze cold as steel.“You don’t know what you’re doing, Cheesy! You’re ruining your future for that lowly man!” Mr. Ethan’s voice boomed.Cheesy stood in the middle of the room, her fists clenched. “I love Daryl, Dad! He’s not a lowly man. Daryl works hard, he’s honest, and he loves me!”“Love?” Mr. Ethan snorted. “Love won’t fill your stomach, Cheesy. It won’t earn you respect in the aristocratic world.”Cheesy stepped forward. “I don’t need money if my life has to be filled with lies! I’m happy with Daryl.”“Daryl will never be part of our family. Look where he comes from! A laborer’s son, living in a narrow alley, with nothing!” Mr. Ethan’s face turned red. “Do you know the consequences if you keep being with him?”Cheesy shook her head slowly, tears begin

The sound of the clock ticking slowly echoed through the quiet apartment. Cheesy sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly out the window. The afternoon sun slipped through the curtains, but it wasn't warm enough to clear his mind.Earlier that morning, after cleaning a small cut on her finger—a remnant of a broken plate that had briefly drawn Daryl’s attention—Cheesy fell silent again for hours, lost in her own thoughts.Her mind drifted back six years, to the day she decided to step back from the love she had fought so hard for. She left Daryl because of Ethan’s brutal threats.And now, Daryl hated her. It was understandable. He must think Cheesy was a traitor. A liar. Leaving him for another man, as if all their past struggles had been nothing but a game.Cheesy hugged her knees, then smiled bitterly. "I left you because I thought that way I could protect you... but now, you don't even want to see my face."Then she touches her chest. Beneath the thin fabric, just below her colla