Semua Bab The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Wants Revenge : Bab 121 - Bab 130

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Zayn leaned back against the door, exhaling through his nose. “And?”Katherine glared at him, the casual response only adding fuel to her frustration. The hell did he mean by... 'and?' “And?” she echoed, crossing her arms tighter. “She’s making it really obvious, Zayn.”Zayn shrugged, completely unbothered, his confidence unwavering. “She can make whatever she wants obvious,” he said. “Doesn’t mean it changes anything.”Katherine narrowed her eyes, unsure whether his detached calmness was meant to reassure her or infuriate her further.“You really don’t care?” she challenged, her voice edged with something stubborn. "About the fact that she's actively trying to get you back?" Zayn met her gaze, his expression steady. “No,” he said simply. “Not even a little.”Katherine wanted to believe him.But she hated how much it had gotten under her skin—hated how easily Isabella had managed to twist this into something that felt more uncertain than it should.And Zayn, with his

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•The Sunday morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers as Katherine stepped into the maze. The towering hedges stood like silent sentinels, their deep green leaves untouched by the changing seasons, weaving a path that felt both familiar and endless. The sound of birds fluttering through the branches above filled the quiet, their songs threading through the stillness like a melody meant only for her. She walked slowly, allowing the morning to stretch before her, the gravel crunching softly beneath her steps. The world beyond these walls felt distant, as if this place existed separately from everything else, untouched by the weight of conversations, expectations, and the lingering emotions she had yet to untangle. She wasn’t sure why she had come here, only that something had pulled her toward the maze, toward the promise of solitude. The events of the weekend sat heavy on her shoulders, each moment replaying in her mind like scenes

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Katherine exhaled slowly, her fingers curling slightly against her lap as she stared at the hedge-lined path ahead. She had spent so long avoiding this conversation, avoiding the truth she wasn't quite ready to face. But sitting here, with Castiel beside her, waiting-expecting-there was no escaping it now. She shifted slightly, pressing her fingertips against the worn wood of the bench, grounding herself. "I love him," she admitted, her voice quiet but steady. "I don't know how deep it runs yet, and I'm still sorting through what it all means. But I know that much." Castiel inhaled sharply beside her, but Katherine didn't look at him. She kept her gaze forward, knowing that if she met his eyes, she might lose the nerve to finish. "I don't want to rush into anything and ruin it before I even understand what it is," she continued, her voice calmer now, more certain. "This-what's happening between us-it matters. And if I don't take my time with it, if I don't let i

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Castiel’s voice was sharp now, cutting through the air with a conviction that made Katherine’s pulse quicken. “He can’t commit, Katherine,” he snapped, his breath uneven, frustration lacing every word. “He’ll never be satisfied with that kind of life, with the kind of life you want.” Katherine’s fingers curled against her sides, her stance firm even as his words pressed against her like a weight she refused to acknowledge. Castiel shook his head, exhaling bitterly. “He’ll never be satisfied with you.” Something inside Katherine twisted, but she didn’t let it show. She held her ground, her expression fierce, unwavering. “You don’t know him,” she countered, her voice tight, shaking slightly. “Not like I do.” Castiel let out a sharp, humorless laugh before his expression darkened completely. “I am his half-brother, Katherine!” he yelled, his voice rising in frustration. “I know him better than anyone else!” The energy between them crackled, thick, u

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• The apartment was eerily quiet. A week had passed since the disastrous weekend at Victor’s home, and Katherine had spent every moment of it locked away in her room. The curtains remained drawn, the air stale with neglect, and the pile of uneaten meals Hailey left outside her door only grew. She didn’t speak. She didn’t cry. She simply existed in the suffocating silence, drowning in the weight of another heartbreak. Nathan had knocked on her door every morning, his voice laced with concern. Hailey had tried coaxing her out with coffee, gossip, even threats to drag her out herself—but Katherine ignored them all. She barely touched her phone, except when she worked up the courage to call or text Zayn. Nothing. No response. No acknowledgment. As if he had vanished entirely, as if she had never mattered. The realization cut deep, deeper than she wanted to admit. She had let herself believe, just for a moment, that Zayn might be different. That he