Semua Bab Once my Wife: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Jason’s phone buzzed in his pocket, loud and sharp like an alarm. The screen lit up with just one word from Bella: "Lila."That single name hit him like a punch in the gut.Only moments ago, he had been face to face with Marcus Thorne, who had confessed something huge. Thorne had said the name “The Architect.” A mysterious, terrifying figure behind so many attacks. But all of that suddenly faded into the background. The only thing Jason could think about now was his daughter.His heartbeat thundered in his ears. He didn’t even wait to ask more questions. He ordered Ryan to secure Marcus and find out everything about how Thorne had been communicating. Then Jason ran.He stormed into the penthouse, breath heavy, his body tense. Bella met him at the door. She looked like she hadn’t breathed in minutes; pale face, wide eyes, voice shaking."Her school called," she whispered, as if speaking too loud would make it worse. "Someone tried to pick her up. A woman. She claimed she was the new na

“Jason... she’s not here to help,” Bella whispered. “She’s here to finish what she started.”The headline blinked back at Jason like a slap in the face:“Reed & Co. Faces Massive Shareholder Revolt.”He jolted upright in bed, yanking his phone off the nightstand, its harsh blue light casting long shadows across his face. His thumb flew across the screen as the article loaded, eyes scanning the venom in each word.From beside him, Bella stirred. “Jason?” she murmured sleepily, her hand reaching across the empty half of the bed. She touched his back. “What’s wrong?”Jason didn’t answer right away. His breath was shallow, as though the words on the screen were suffocating him. “It’s... it’s a full-blown assault,” he muttered finally. “They hit everything; our numbers, our ethics, my leadership. Even us.”Bella sat up, now fully awake, eyes wide as she leaned over to read. The headline screamed betrayal. The article dripped with carefully constructed lies: embezzlement whispers, anonymou

“You don’t have to be everything all the time, Bella,” Dean had once said. “Even the strongest hearts need somewhere soft to land.”The shareholder meeting loomed like a guillotine, the kind that didn’t just end legacies, it humiliated them first.Within the walls of Reed & Co., whispers darted like anxious shadows. Assistants exchanged nervous glances. Executives buried their doubts in silence. And at the center of it all stood Jason Reed, bearing the crushing weight of expectation like a man trying to hold up a crumbling cathedral.He was everywhere; conference calls, legal briefings, late-night war-room strategy meetings. With Ryan at his side and David Cole chasing paper trails, Jason fought like a man who knew there would be no second chance. Every twisted narrative in the press, every whisper of doubt among board members, every photo of Veronica Pierce smiling next to billionaires circled him like vultures waiting for the fall.His nights blurred into dawns, and his eyes carried

Jason Reed had walked into many rooms to fight for Reed & Co., but never one like this.The boardroom was ice-cold, even though the air conditioner was off. The tension in the room had a life of its own, thick enough to choke on. Around the long polished table, men and women shifted in their seats, avoiding eye contact. The glossy surface reflected not just the dim light from the windows, but the weight of the company’s future pressing down on everyone.And at the center of it all, standing straight with fire in his eyes, was Jason.By his side sat Bella, quiet but fierce. Her hands rested flat on the table, steady. She didn’t speak yet, but her presence was louder than any words. Together, they were here to hold the line.And directly across from them, like a predator waiting for a kill, sat Veronica Pierce.She hadn’t been invited. No one had expected her to show up.But here she was, legs crossed, expression cool, dressed in a tailored white suit like a queen walking into someone

"You're not going to believe this," Jason said, his voice low and shaking, the files still open on the screen.Bella looked up from the couch, her eyes tired. "What now?"Jason didn’t speak right away. He just stared at her, almost afraid to say the words out loud.Then he said it."It's my father. George. He’s the Architect."Bella blinked, confused. “What?”Jason stepped closer, tapping the tablet with a trembling finger. “He’s behind everything. Every attack. Every manipulation. Every time we thought we were winning or losing... it was all him.”There was a heavy pause as Bella tried to process what she’d just heard. “But... he’s sick. He’s in a hospital bed. How…”“He never stopped pulling strings, Bella. Never. He was using me. And you…” Jason’s voice cracked. “He called you the ultimate sacrifice.”Bella’s breath caught. Her hands began to tremble. “He wants to destroy me,” she whispered, more to herself than him. “He blames me for everything. For you becoming your own man. For