Semua Bab After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back: Bab 151 - Bab 160

The first photo was one of me as a child—barely three or four—laughing in a garden, holding a balloon with my mother beside me. The next was a snapshot of a birthday party, my little face illuminated by the candles on a cake. Each image was like a shard of my past I had buried away, forgotten or int

Albert’s POVThe meeting had barely adjourned, yet the stench of smugness still lingered in the room like cheap cologne on old velvet. I rose from my leather chair slowly, deliberately, while the others milled about with that self-congratulatory air they all wore like shiny medals on their puffed-up

Albert’s POVBack at the office, the air felt heavier than usual, as if the walls themselves were bracing for something scandalous. The silence in the hallways buzzed, unnatural and tense, like the eye of a storm that everyone knew would eventually break. My assistant, Clara, a nervous little thing

Louis’ POVI had just finished buttoning my shirt when I caught sight of Maya in the doorway, her silhouette framed in morning light, hair cascading down in waves like a goddess wrapped in velvet. She wore that silky robe she loved, the one that barely touched her thighs, and she smiled at me like s

Louis’ POVI scribbled notes furiously on a legal pad, underlining phrases, adding arrows, exclamation points, little ideas sparked like matches in my brain. I had always had a flair for tech, for sleek modern solutions. It was why I’d once thought I could leap ahead in France, among the polished el