Semua Bab After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back: Bab 531 - Bab 540

The air that rushed in through the open window was crisp, scented faintly of pine from the gardens below. I pulled in a deep breath, trying to shake the fog from my mind.When I caught my reflection in the mirror, I winced. My eyes were swollen and red-rimmed. My hair hung loose and tangled around m

Dozens of food stalls lined the open space, each with its own little universe. One offered Vietnamese banh mi with crisp herbs and pickled vegetables, another served handmade pasta tossed in copper pans. There were Moroccan tagines bubbling in clay pots, sushi rolls lined up like art, and fresh oyst

Emily’s POVI stood in my parents’ cozy kitchen, the one place in the world that always smelled like home—fresh herbs, soap, and the faint sweetness of whatever my mother had baked that morning. The afternoon light streamed through the window over the sink, touching everything in gold. My mother, Si

Damian’s POVThere was something sacred about being in that kitchen. Not the marble and glass kind of sacred that my family worshiped, but the real kind—the kind that came from love and routine, from laughter and the smell of food.I’d taken my place beside Emily at the counter, chopping vegetables

Madelin’s POVI woke late, the room dim and close, the air still heavy with the scent of the perfume I’d sprayed the night before to try and drown out my own fear. The curtains were drawn tight again, and the sunlight that tried to slip between them felt like an intrusion. I sat there for a long tim