Semua Bab Divorce After Betrayal Ex-Wife Revenge : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The sky over Jakarta was overcast that morning, as if it understood that today would be one of the most tense days in the lives of two women—once allies sharing a stage, now standing on opposite ends of a very real battlefield.In front of the district courthouse, dozens of journalists had gathered since dawn. Cameras, microphones, and the hum of the crowd created a chaotic buzz.> “Today marks the first hearing between Evelyn, fashion designer and social activist, and Selena, a public figure accused of defamation and digital sabotage.”A black car pulled up to the courthouse steps. From it, Evelyn stepped out in a simple navy-blue suit, her hair neatly tied back, her face calm. William and her two attorneys followed closely behind.Flashbulbs erupted around her, but Evelyn simply nodded politely without saying a word.Moments later, another vehicle arrived.Selena stepped out with the help of her new assistant. She wore a sharply cut dark gray dress, and large sunglasses obscured mos

Selena stood in front of the large window in her quiet office. Outside, the sky was darkening, clouds mirroring the storm inside her mind. In her hand, a glass of red wine trembled slightly.“She really won’t give up…” she muttered, staring at her own reflection in the glass.Behind her, the soft sound of footsteps echoed.“Selena,” her assistant said carefully, “the PR and legal teams want to discuss the press release.”Selena turned, her voice flat. “I’m writing the statement. Not them.”Her assistant hesitated. “But... maybe now isn’t the right time to—”“I said I’m writing it,” Selena cut sharply.The assistant nodded quickly and retreated. The door closed quietly. Silence returned.Selena walked to her desk and opened her laptop. On the screen, news notifications popped up one after another.> “Selena Cornered After Key Witness Reveals Threat Evidence.”“International Beauty Brand Officially Ends Contract with Selena.”“#BehindTheSmile Trending on Social Media: Public Demands Acc

The conference hall was filled with lights and applause. Evelyn stood on stage, her smile calm, her voice trembling with restrained emotion. She had just received the Inspiring Woman of Asia award from an international organization. Backstage, William stood watching, his expression unreadable. He was proud—of course he was. But somewhere along the way, that pride had started to sour. Maybe because Evelyn had been too busy for the past week. Maybe because he was no longer the first person she called when something good happened. “She’s incredible, isn’t she?” said a staff member who had come up beside him with a smile. “Even Adrian said she deserves to be a global icon.” William frowned. “Adrian?” “Yes. He had lunch with Evelyn earlier. Apparently, he offered her a big social initiative to collaborate on.” William didn’t respond. He just stared at the screen where Evelyn was still standing, smiling at the audience. And something inside him shifted. --- That evening, Evelyn ente

That day, Jakarta felt hotter than usual.But Evelyn felt cold—an aching chill blooming from deep inside her chest.Her phone buzzed.A message from William.> “I’m going to Tokyo. A few weeks. Focusing on the philanthropy project there.”“You don’t need me anymore. And that’s not your fault.”Evelyn stared at the screen, breath caught in her throat.No greeting. No explanation. No question.Just a sentence that felt like a verdict.As if William had already given up… and was letting her go in silence.She wanted to call him. But her fingers didn’t move.Because she knew: if someone truly wants to stay, they don’t leave without saying a word.---In her office, Evelyn sat alone.Before her were two things: an investigative file on her mother’s foundation… and Adrian’s business card.A choice she never would’ve considered before—now it was the only path to the truth.Tasha walked in with the latest media report.“Selena’s started pushing a new narrative,” she said softly. “That you’re

The afternoon sky hung dimly as Selena stared at her laptop screen in the stillness of her office.Before her was a series of digital folders—names of former assistants, ex-creative teams, past campaign partners. All people who had once worked with Evelyn. Some names meant nothing. But one or two sparked a sly glint in her eyes.“There are so many people Evelyn left behind… wounded,” she murmured. “I just need to remind them.”She clicked the call button on her screen, dialing a contact named Rena—Evelyn’s former stylist who had been fired during a major campaign two years ago.“Selena?” the voice on the other end sounded surprised, hesitant.“You want your voice to be heard, don’t you?” Selena’s tone was sweet but sharp as a blade. “I know you’ve never spoken to the media about what really happened. I can help.”A pause. Then the voice responded, “What do you want?”Selena smiled, her fingers flying across the keys.“Just the truth… your version of it, of course.”---A Few Days Late