บททั้งหมดของ Divorce After Betrayal Ex-Wife Revenge : บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

“I need time, Sandra. Not to run away, but to find myself,” Evelyn said softly, her eyes fixed on her phone screen, fingers hesitantly yet steadily typing a reply to her manager in Paris.She was at a small train station on the outskirts of Nagano, dressed in a gray wool coat and a hand-knitted scarf. Her hair was down naturally, her face bare of makeup. There was no stage glamour, no spotlight. Only the sound of passing trains and the rustling of dry leaves blown by the mountain wind.After the international art conference in Tokyo ended, Evelyn was supposed to return straight to Paris to prepare for her upcoming gallery launch. But that morning, with her suitcase neatly packed and her flight ticket in hand, she had stood by the hotel window and realized something important: her body was ready to leave, but her heart hadn't yet returned.Instead of boarding the plane, she took a local train in the opposite direction—heading north, toward towns unmarked on tourist maps. She had no fix

“Still prefer black tea with a spoonful of honey?” William’s voice came gently from across the small wooden table at the old tea house overlooking the Arashiyama mountains.Evelyn looked up, slightly surprised.“You remember?”“Of course,” William offered a faint smile as he handed her the warm ceramic cup.“It’s hard to forget the little things that make someone smile.”Evelyn accepted the tea. The rising steam briefly blurred her vision. The tea house was quiet—just the two of them, accompanied by the sound of a stream flowing outside. The scent of aged wood and steeped leaves filled the air, carrying memories she had nearly forgotten.They sat in silence for a while. No forced laughter, no empty small talk. Just a stillness that no longer pierced, but comforted.“Why did you choose this place?” Evelyn finally asked.William took a deep breath.“Because it was here I realized… loving you doesn’t mean I have to have you.”Evelyn looked at him—deeply.“You came all the way to Kyoto ju

Here is the English version of your scene:---“Are you ready?” Theo’s voice was light, but there was a hint of hope in it. He stood outside Evelyn’s studio, holding two cups of coffee and wearing his signature smile.Evelyn opened the door, wrapping a scarf around her neck.“And if I’m not, you’ll still take me, right?”Theo chuckled.“Of course. But I promise—you won’t regret it.”They drove south, toward a small town near the edge of Bordeaux. Theo’s architectural art project aimed to transform an old, abandoned train station into an open exhibition space. He wanted Evelyn to be the interior design consultant for the visual installations.In the car, they spoke little. But it wasn’t an awkward silence—it was the kind that gave each of them space to think.Finally, Theo said,“Thank you for coming. This project means a lot to me.”Evelyn kept her eyes on the road ahead.“And I’m glad you trust me with part of it.”They arrived just before sunset. The old building stood with quiet di

"I know you're not fond of overly fragrant flowers, so I picked the most neutral ones," said Theo, holding out a small bouquet of white lisianthus and eucalyptus.Evelyn turned, slightly surprised. She had just finished giving her speech at the opening of her first permanent gallery in Paris. A knee-length black dress and simple silver earrings made her appear more refined than ever—a woman who had weathered the storm and now stood in the spotlight not because of her love stories, but because of her art."Thank you," she said, accepting the flowers. Her fingers brushed the coarse linen wrapping—cool to the touch, but warm in meaning."These aren’t flowers to woo you," Theo added with his calm smile, "but to honor a woman who turned grief into design, and fractures into strength."His words silenced Evelyn for a moment.The gallery buzzed with guests. The white marble floors reflected the soft lights deliberately arranged to highlight Evelyn’s pieces. The walls were adorned with instal

The Paris sky that morning was veiled in a thin layer of gray clouds. There was no rain, but the air carried a scent—one of a farewell waiting to happen. The car carrying Evelyn and Theo moved slowly through the familiar streets of the city, though this time, everything felt slightly different.Evelyn sat in the back seat, the window half open. Her hair fluttered in the breeze, and she let the cool air brush against her cheeks. In her lap, her passport and flight ticket to New York were neatly folded in a navy-blue folder. This wasn’t an escape, nor a closure. It was… a transition.Theo sat beside her in silence. Not because he didn’t know what to say, but because he knew Evelyn was still sorting through her thoughts.“I packed a small bag of snacks for your flight,” Theo finally said, his voice low but clear.Evelyn smiled, turning to him. “You always treat departures like mountain expeditions.”“Because your heart has always been like the mountains,” he replied. “Beautiful, but it t