Semua Bab The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Wants Revenge : Bab 131 - Bab 140

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine sighed, leaning back against the couch, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the seam of the cushion. "I doubt it," she murmured. "Zayn has always known what he wanted. He’s never been uncertain about anything." Hailey studied her, waiting for Katherine to continue. "And I," Katherine exhaled, rubbing her temples, "was always the one who needed to figure out my feelings. I was always the one hesitating, sorting through my emotions, trying to make sense of everything." Her voice grew quieter, tinged with frustration. "And just when I was finally working up the courage to tell him—this happened." Hailey’s expression softened. "You were trying to do the right thing, Katherine." Katherine let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. "And look where that got me." Hailey leaned forward, her expression serious, searching Katherine’s face for an answer she wasn’t sure she’d like. "Do you really love him?" she asked. "Even with all the tabloids, all the stories abo

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine sat in the doctor’s office, her fingers intertwined tightly in her lap, as if holding herself together. The stark white walls and the quiet ticking of the clock above her only amplified the tension gripping her chest. Nathan sat beside her, his arms casually draped over the chair, but she could tell—even through his composed demeanor—that he was just as anxious. The door swung open, and the doctor walked in, holding a folder with an expression that was impossible to read. Katherine’s breath hitched. Her heartbeat quickened. This was it. Nathan noticed her clenched fists and nudged her arm, voice soft but firm. "Hey," he murmured, pulling her back for a moment. "No matter what happens, you’re not alone." Katherine swallowed, barely able to acknowledge his reassurance, her mind racing ahead of the moment. "If this is real," Nathan continued, leaning in slightly, "and Zayn doesn’t step up… I will." She turned to him, eyes searching his. "I mean it,"

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Another week passed, and still—nothing from Zayn. Katherine sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers absentmindedly twisting the hem of her shirt as the silence weighed on her. It was beginning to feel suffocating, pressing down on her with each passing day that he didn’t call, didn’t text, didn’t acknowledge her existence at all. Would she have to do this on her own? Raise the baby without him? She had tried to push away the doubts, but they kept creeping in, relentless and sharp. Castiel’s words echoed in her mind, the ones he had said with such certainty—that Zayn wasn’t the type to settle down. That he would never choose her. And maybe… maybe he had been right. Katherine let out a shaky breath, running a hand over her stomach. Zayn wasn’t just avoiding her, he was completely cutting her off. Not even a fleeting message. Not a single word. Was he doing this on purpose? Or was she simply not worth the effort? The thought hurt more than she wanted to a

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Hailey forced herself to remain composed, pressing down the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. She let out a slow, measured sigh, determined not to let Thea’s smug expression get under her skin. "Can I sit?" she asked, keeping her tone even. Thea took a slow sip of her coffee, watching Hailey over the rim of her cup before finally nodding. "Go ahead," she said, gesturing to the chair across from her desk. Hailey lowered herself into the seat, crossing one leg over the other as she mentally prepared for what was coming next. "So," Thea continued, leaning back slightly, fingers drumming against the side of her mug. "What can I help you with?" Hailey inhaled, choosing her words carefully. "I need to talk to Zayn." Thea raised an eyebrow, studying her for a moment. She took another slow sip of her coffee, setting the cup down with deliberate ease before meeting Hailey's gaze. "Zayn is out of the country," she said smoothly, fingers lightly tapping agains

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•The city stretched endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a masterpiece of glittering lights against the velvety darkness of the Dubai night. From this high up, Zayn could see the pulse of the city below, the quiet hum of life continuing on without him. Yet, for the first time in weeks, it all felt distant, disconnected, as though he existed in a space separate from the world outside.He exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders as he stepped into his private lounge, the door clicking shut behind him. The silence of the suite was comforting, a stark contrast to the endless chatter and careful negotiations that had consumed his entire day. His meetings had gone well-better than expected, even-but the exhaustion weighed heavily on him. He loosened the tie knotted at his throat, undid the first few buttons of his shirt, and stretched his neck, eager for solitude.Yet, something felt off.There was a shift in the air, a presence that didn't belong.As he moved further