บททั้งหมดของ Divorce After Betrayal Ex-Wife Revenge : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

The studio lights shimmered softly across the surface of the worktable as the night unfolded in quiet calm. Amid scattered sketches, rough-cut diamonds, and color swatches, Evelyn sat with a serious yet peaceful expression.Across from her, Haruki tucked a pencil behind his ear. “I still prefer this one,” he said, pointing to a design—two rings with asymmetrical cuts that completed each other when joined.Evelyn offered a faint smile. “You like things that aren't perfect, huh?”“Because only the imperfect can ever be truly honest.”That answer made Evelyn look at Haruki longer than she probably should have. Then she turned back to her sketches and murmured, “Maybe that’s why I can finally work with you.”This collaboration hadn’t been planned. It started as a casual conversation about the next exhibition, and Evelyn proposed an idea she had kept to herself for a long time: healing and acceptance. A theme so personal, she was surprised she dared to share it.“It’s not just about forgiv

“Guests are kindly asked to proceed to the main hall. The exhibition will begin in five minutes.”The voice of an event coordinator echoed from backstage at the international design exhibition held at the Tokyo Art Center. Crystal chandeliers reflected soft light across the room, shimmering against the glass panels that displayed jewelry designs from around the world. But tonight, all eyes would soon turn to one name—Evelyn.Backstage, Evelyn stood in front of a full-length mirror. Her elegant black gown contrasted sharply with the nervous glint in her eyes. Beside her, Haruki wore a dark suit with a pale gray tie, calm on the surface but brimming with anticipation.“Are you ready?” Haruki asked, glancing toward her.“Technically, yes. Emotionally… not entirely,” Evelyn replied with a small, nervous laugh.She smoothed the hem of her gown, took a deep breath, and looked at Haruki through the mirror. “This is the first time I’m introducing someone else on stage with me.”Haruki smiled

The papers lay scattered across Evelyn’s wooden studio table, mingling with the fading aroma of cold coffee left untouched since late afternoon. Beneath the dim glow of the hanging lamp, Evelyn remained awake. Her eyes scanned through each document William had given her—email transcripts, media archives, excerpts of contracts, and even legal complaint records from previous years.Her hand trembled as she read the details of the first case—a project titled Reflections in Silence, a collaborative art exhibition between Haruki and a female artist named Mizuno Rika. It stated that the project had been unilaterally canceled by Haruki, and most of the copyright was filed under his name alone.“He never told me about this…” Evelyn murmured, her voice nearly drowned by the slow ticking of the wall clock.She ran a hand through her hair, trying to recall their conversation from a few weeks ago about the philosophy of collaboration.“I believe that good art is born from trust,” Haruki had said

"I'm not looking for who's better. I just want to know... who's more honest."Evelyn whispered the words as she stared at the blank design screen in front of her. In a studio that had always been her escape from the weight of life, tonight it felt unfamiliar. Every stroke of her digital pen felt rigid. Every line she drew seemed lifeless.Her mind wasn’t on the screen. It was caught between two names.William.Haruki.One marked her with wounds. The other came offering light. But as time passed, Evelyn began to ask herself—was it really that simple?William had never truly left, even when he tried to stay away. In every major decision of her life, in every crisis, he was there. Silently, from a distance, or under a spotlight that burned.Haruki… he brought peace. But lately, Evelyn felt like she was walking on glass floors. She couldn’t see what lay beneath, yet she could hear the faint sound of cracks forming.The chime of her phone snapped her from her thoughts. A message from Haruk

"I didn’t come here to place blame," Evelyn said softly.Raindrops pattered against the café window as she sat across from William. The aroma of coffee and toasted bread filled the air, but neither of them touched their cups. The table was quiet, yet heavy with the weight of unspoken truths.William gave a small nod, his eyes locked on the woman he once loved deeply—and maybe, still did.“Then why did you come?” he asked, his voice calm but tight with restrained tension.Evelyn looked down, gently rubbing her fingers together as if trying to soothe the storm brewing in her chest. “To listen. To try... forgiving. And maybe, to find the part of myself I’ve lost.”William let out a small, bitter laugh. “You were never lost, Evelyn. But I understand why it feels that way.”He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “I probably shouldn’t interfere in your life anymore. But when I heard about Haruki… I couldn’t stay silent.”Evelyn lifted her gaze. Her eyes were red, but no tears fell. “