Semua Bab After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back: Bab 691 - Bab 700

Louis’s POVThe visitation room always smells faintly of bleach and something metallic, a scent that clings to the back of my throat long after I leave. I tell myself I am getting used to it, that the shock is fading with each visit, but today the air feels heavier, tighter, as if the room itself kn

Maya’s POVMy phone buzzes while I am pacing the hotel suite, the lights dimmed and the curtains half drawn. I have not been able to sit still since Louis left for his walk earlier, needing space to breathe after another crushing day visiting his mother. My mind has been spinning, sorting through ev

Damian’s POVI used to be good at this. Therapy rooms never intimidated me. I knew how to lead them, how to guide people through their pain, how to sit with trauma without letting it swallow me whole. I was trained for this. I lived in that world for years before the company demanded a different ver

Louis’s POVThe flashing bulbs hit me before the shouting does. I step out of the hotel lobby and straight into a funnel of reporters waiting like wolves that can smell blood. They shout my name, my mother’s name, Albert McMahon’s name, Maya’s name, even Oscar’s, which ignites a cold flash of anger

“Hey,” he says softly. “I did not know you were here.”“I wanted some quiet,” I say, forcing a small smile.“Well,” he replies, sitting at the table with us, “you picked the perfect place.”The conversation starts easy enough. He talks about the new colt born last week, how stubborn and loud it is,