บททั้งหมดของ Divorce After Betrayal Ex-Wife Revenge : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

"This studio feels too quiet," Evelyn murmured softly, placing her design pencil on the table.It had been two weeks since William left. Since he laid down the apartment key and the contract termination papers—both of which Evelyn hadn’t touched. Everything remained exactly where he left it, a silent testament that someone had once chosen her… even when she didn’t choose him back.Evelyn’s days were now filled with work. She woke before sunrise, worked on designs, accepted small orders from local clients, and sometimes sat in silence for hours, staring at a blank screen. But nights—nights were always the hardest.Because night reminded her of William’s voice. Of the warmth she had refused. Of the embrace she let go in pursuit of a freedom that now felt too quiet.---Tokyo City Park – Late AfternoonEvelyn sat on a long bench facing a small lake. The autumn breeze scattered brown leaves that had started falling from the branches above. In her lap was a sketchbook—new designs for a jew

"Do you have a moment to talk, Haruki?"The voice came without warning as Haruki was closing his laptop in a quiet café in central Tokyo. He looked up and found William standing in front of him—dressed in a dark suit, sharp features, and eyes that carried a storm.Haruki stood politely, though his expression tightened. "Of course. Please, have a seat."William pulled out a chair without smiling. He didn’t touch the coffee or water. His gaze was steady, and his voice cut straight through the air.“You know Evelyn still loves me, don’t you?”Haruki took a slow breath. He didn’t look intimidated, but he also didn’t turn defensive.“That’s not my business, as long as she chose to sit across from me, and not you.”“She sat with you because she’s trying to run from me,” William shot back. “Not because she was looking for you.”“I never forced Evelyn into anything. But if my presence gives her the peace you couldn't, then maybe… she needs someone different.”William clenched his fists. “Don’

"Hurry up, we’re late!" Haruki called out as he glanced at his watch, rushing down the Shinkansen station steps in Osaka.Evelyn let out a small laugh, adjusting her pace to keep up. “You’re the one who said we had time for a second coffee.”“That’s because I forgot Osaka taxis run as efficiently as a Swiss watch,” Haruki replied, lifting their work suitcase. He turned to her. “You okay walking to the hotel? It hasn’t started raining yet.”Evelyn nodded. “It’s only a few blocks, right?”The Osaka sky hung gray and heavy, clouds low as if threatening to break at any moment. And sure enough, just five minutes into their walk, raindrops began to fall, quickly turning into a steady downpour.“Oh no,” Evelyn murmured, hugging her work bag to her chest.Haruki swiftly pulled out a large black umbrella from his side bag. “Here.” He popped it open and stepped closer, shielding them both beneath it.Evelyn held her breath. The closeness came so suddenly. The rain had forced their distance to s

"I'm sorry, but this design... it's too emotional, too personal."The client’s voice across the table was cold and stiff. Evelyn stared at the presentation screen still glowing before her—a concept ring titled “Wounds That Heal”, inspired by her own life journey."I thought we commissioned a product, not a therapy session," the man added sharply, sliding the folder back with a finger adorned in luxury diamond rings.Evelyn took a long breath. She wasn’t a stranger to criticism. But this time, the words pierced deeper.“I understand,” she finally replied, keeping her voice steady. “Thank you for the feedback. I’ll consider the revision.”The meeting ended without applause, only the scraping of chairs and retreating footsteps. Evelyn remained seated, gazing at her work that no longer looked beautiful in her eyes.“It happened again?”Haruki’s calm voice came from the doorway. He leaned against the frame, holding two bottles of chilled tea.Evelyn gave a small nod. “Second time this week

Rain fell gently that night, painting the studio windows with soft streaks of water. Evelyn sat in silence, a cooling cup of jasmine tea before her and a blank sheet of paper waiting to be filled.She stared at the page for a long time before finally beginning to write. Not because she intended to send it—this letter wasn’t meant for anyone. But her heart felt full, and the only way to breathe tonight was to let it spill onto paper.Her hand trembled slightly as the pen touched the white surface.> "To anyone I’ve ever loved… and maybe, still do."She exhaled. The rain continued to fall. Soft, steady.> "William, you once meant everything to me. A comfort, a savior, and a wound that refuses to heal. I don’t know when the feeling turned from love into a war between hope and reality."Raindrops slid down the side of the glass like they were racing to the bottom.> "I hate myself for still remembering how you held my hand when I was on the verge of giving up. But I also hate how, even wh