Semua Bab Divorce After Betrayal Ex-Wife Revenge : Bab 191 - Bab 200

“Do you still like bitter coffee?” William asked as he gently pushed a white porcelain cup toward Evelyn. Thin steam rose from the surface, carrying the familiar aroma of roasted beans.Evelyn looked at the cup for a few seconds before nodding.“I never really liked sweetness.”William gave a small smile and lifted his own cup.They were seated in the corner of an old café that creaked every time someone opened the door. A round wooden table separated them—yet, it was the only boundary, and somehow, a bridge too.Outside, it was raining again in Paris. People passed in a hurry, umbrellas swaying in the wind.“You look calm,” William finally said. “Different from the last time I saw you in Tokyo.”Evelyn shrugged slightly.“Calm doesn’t always mean peaceful. But I’m trying to make peace.”William nodded, leaning back in his chair. His eyes didn’t leave Evelyn’s face—not because he wanted to read her mind, but because it was the one thing that still felt like home.“I want to ask you so

"There’s a light rain in Paris today. The wind from the river is pretty strong. Almost knocked a few paintings off the wall at the gallery,"William wrote.Evelyn looked at her phone screen and smiled softly. She typed her reply.> “You’ve always been romantic about the weather.”William’s reply came quickly.> “Maybe I’m just looking for reasons to keep asking how you’re doing.”---Lately, the days had felt lighter. Not because the pain had completely healed, but because Evelyn had stopped rejecting it. She had started to accept that pain and memory were parts of her—not enemies to be defeated.Her conversations with William never touched on love. They spoke of simple things—exhibitions she had visited, an old poetry book William had been rereading, or a classic song that randomly played in a small café.Sometimes, just a sentence.Like when William wrote: “I passed by the bench we used to sit on. It’s still there. Only we’re not.”And Evelyn replied: “Maybe the bench is learning ab

“The direction to the exhibition earlier… we passed this street, right?”William’s voice held a trace of uncertainty as they walked along a narrow cobblestone path on the outskirts of Paris. The rain was light, not heavy, but enough to overwhelm Evelyn’s small umbrella as droplets began to slip through her hair and the edge of her jacket.Evelyn sighed, glancing around. No taxis. No phone signal.“We’re… lost, aren’t we?” she asked calmly, though her tone carried a hint of tired laughter.William turned to her and chuckled. “Lost—in the most literal and cinematic sense.”The rain fell harder. The narrow street shimmered, and the old hanging lamps between buildings cast shadows that made the scene feel like a noir film—unscripted, moody, real.Evelyn moved closer, trying to fit under William’s umbrella as hers had already been ruined by the wind.“Do you still wander aimlessly like this?” she asked, eyes on the wet stones beneath their feet.William took a beat before replying, “No. Th

"I want you to hear this not as someone who loves me, but as someone I once hurt," Evelyn said quietly, her eyes fixed on the cup of tea cooling in front of her.They were sitting in a small garden behind the gallery where they'd spent the afternoon. The Paris air was overcast but warm, as if the city itself understood that this conversation wasn’t an ordinary one. Sparrows flew low between the trees, and the wind carried whispers that sounded almost like prayers.William simply nodded, giving space. No pressure. No interruptions."I once chose to walk away... not because I didn’t love you. But because I thought loving meant letting go," Evelyn continued, her raspy voice nearly swallowed by the breeze. "And when Haruki came along, I didn’t know whether I was trying to heal… or just erase your traces."William watched her silently. There was no anger, only a sadness long settled—like ripples on a lake long after the stone has sunk."I’ll never forgive myself for letting Haruki get so c

"This chair is still about to break," William muttered, tapping the creaky wooden armrest.Evelyn chuckled softly, sitting beside him on the balcony of their old apartment, now empty. The only light came from the moon filtering through the open curtains, casting a gentle glow on the dusty floor and peeling walls."I always loved sitting here," Evelyn said as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the wind gently brushing past them. "Back then, whenever the world felt too heavy, this balcony became our quiet escape."William glanced at her."And sometimes the place where we argued too.""Especially when you claimed your espresso was better than my tea," Evelyn replied with a teasing smile.The Parisian night air was soft, carrying the scent of recent rain. In the distance, the city traffic hummed like a lullaby. Above them, a rare spread of stars glimmered faintly—seldom seen in the city, but tonight it felt as if the universe itself had made room.The apartment was being cl