Semua Bab The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Wants Revenge : Bab 91 - Bab 100

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•The boutique had grown quieter as the evening stretched on, the once lively energy dulled by exhaustion. Caroline had tried on gown after gown, each one declared near perfect, each one dismissed with an impatient sigh and a flick of her hand. But now, at long last, she had settled on The One. The dress was exquisite—crafted from the finest ivory satin, shimmering softly beneath the boutique’s golden lighting. The fitted bodice was adorned with intricate embroidery, delicate silver thread weaving an elaborate pattern reminiscent of constellations, each stitch forming a flawless union between elegance and extravagance. The neckline dipped into a subtle sweetheart shape, framing her collarbones with effortless grace, while the sheer sleeves billowed softly at the wrists, gathered at the ends with dainty pearl buttons. The skirt was something out of a dream—layers of weightless fabric cascading to the floor, pooling just enough to create an ethereal effect. When Car

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Castiel’s hands curled into fists at his sides, his jaw tightening as he stared at Caroline, his breath coming fast, uneven. "You don’t own me," he bit out, his voice cold, resolute. "You’ve done a lot to help the company, and I can repay you for that, but you can’t force me into this marriage." Caroline’s expression twisted with fury, her lips parting as she stepped closer, her movements sharp, charged with anger. "Oh really?" she snapped, her voice rising, raw with frustration. "You’ll call off the weddingband then what, Castiel? Run off and beg Katherine to take you back?" Castiel flinched slightly, the words cutting deeper than he wanted to admit. Caroline saw it. And she capitalized on it. "You think she’d forgive you?" she laughed bitterly, shaking her head. "I know Katherine. I grew up with that stupid, dumb bitch. And I can tell you, Castiel—she would never take you back." Castiel’s throat tightened, his fingers twitching at his sides once more,

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•The evening air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of distant bakeries and the quiet hum of passing cars. Katherine led the way down the less crowded streets of Willow Haven, where the glow of warm café lights flickered against the pavement, casting gentle halos on the ground. Zayn walked beside her, his pace measured, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, as if trying to ground himself in the silence that stretched between them. He had been waiting for this moment—waiting for the chance to finally say what had been weighing on his chest since Katherine walked out on him. But as the silence lingered, thick and unmoving, he felt the weight of her presence beside him—the way she kept her gaze forward, unwilling to let him into whatever thoughts were running through her mind. He cleared his throat, his voice quiet, edged with hesitation. "I'm sorry." The words slipped out, raw and unpolished, carried by the gentle evening breeze. Katherine didn't respond.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• "Uh...what's Project 1991?" Katherine questioned with a raised eyebrow. The glow of the streetlights washed over them as Katherine and Zayn remained seated on the worn wooden bench, the scent of grilled food lingering in the air. The night had settled into something quieter, the city humming softly in the background, but between them, the weight of the conversation was impossible to ignore. Zayn ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly before speaking. His voice was steady, but there was something reflective beneath it. "Look, my father wasn’t perfect. He made mistakes, plenty of them. But deep down, he was a good man. And he spent his life working on something he believed could change the world." Katherine glanced at him, taking in the way his shoulders tensed ever so slightly. She didn’t know much about technology, but she knew enough about people to understand what this meant to him. "Project 1991 could...change the world?" she asked. Zayn nodde

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• The quiet night stretched between them as Zayn exhaled softly, his gaze distant, locked somewhere between nostalgia and thoughtfulness. "The ghost girl," he murmured, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "She was my first love." Katherine raised an eyebrow, very amused. "Ghost girl?" Zayn shrugged with a smile, Katherine glanced at him, her expression unreadable for a moment before she tilted her head slightly. "So who was your second?" Zayn chuckled, shaking his head. "Never really had one." There was a pause, something reflective settling between them, before Zayn turned toward her. His voice was softer now, more curious. "Who was yours?" Katherine hesitated. For a moment, she thought about brushing off the question, about making a joke or redirecting the conversation, but instead, she let out a slow breath, shaking her head slightly. "The only person I ever fell for was Castiel," she admitted. Zayn’s expression shifted, some