All Chapters of Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Scarlett’s POV.I woke to hushed voices right outside my door.I immediately recognized it to be the staff. However, they were speaking too low for me to catch the words, but the whispering was enough to jolt me fully awake.I pushed myself up, heart already restless, and opened the door. A maid froze in the corridor, her tray shaking in her hands.“What’s going on?” I pressed.She hesitated, eyes darting down the hall as though she could escape my demand. When I moved closer, she broke. “The news, Miss. It came out last night. Mr. Caden filed a petition.”The world dropped out from under me. “What kind of petition?”Her lips tightened before she forced the words. “Another paternity test. The gossip columns are everywhere with it.”I didn’t need to see them to know. Still, I snatched her phone when she offered it with trembling fingers. Page after page, my face stared back at me. Headlines blared accusations. Liar. Manipulative. Gold digger. My name dragged through the dirt—again. Whe

Scarlett’s POV.That morning, the atmosphere in the mansion had shifted. The staff went about their duties as usual, but their behavior toward me wasn’t the same. Whispers cut off the second I stepped into a room. Averted gazes replaced the usual nods and polite smiles. Where I had once felt acknowledged, I now felt deliberately ignored.At first, I told myself it was my imagination.But when even the maid who usually left fresh flowers in the dining room hurried past me without so much as a glance, the truth pressed down harder. I wasn’t imagining it. Something had shifted.In the hallway, I finally pulled aside one of the few I trusted, the maid who had once dared to slip prune juice into Franchesca’s tea and laugh about it with me. Her face paled when I asked her why everyone was acting strange.She hesitated at first, then whispered, “It’s Franchesca, Miss Scarlett. She’s been threatening the others. She told them that if they don’t keep their distance from you, she’ll have them f

Scarlett’s POV.I stirred awake to the faint clink of china. For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming. The soft scent of buttered toast, warm eggs, and something sweet drifted toward me, making my stomach growl before my eyes were even open. When I blinked the sleep away, the sight made me freeze.A tray sat across my lap, perfectly arranged with breakfast. A cup of tea released a gentle stream of steam, a glass of fresh juice glowed orange in the early morning light, and beside it all was Leon.He stood there in his usual composed way, hands tucked behind his back, as if this wasn’t strange at all.“Leon?” I sat up quickly, my hair falling across my face. “What is this? Did I oversleep? I—”“No, you didn’t,” there was a slight upward quirk to his lips as he said it. The added, “Just thought to bring you breakfast.” Despite the obvious slight twinkle in his eyes, he kept his tone even, almost detached, as if he was keeping a secret and didn’t want to tell me about it.I blinked a

Scarlett’s POV.The call came mid-morning, catching me off guard before the day had even settled. Helena’s voice came across the line, brisk and a little tight, as if she had rehearsed what to say.“Scarlett,” she pressed on, “Hey, it’s me, Helena? Do you remember me? We had dinner a few months ago, after you… You know, handled Caden at the office.”I remembered her well. Calm, efficient, polite. A woman who had spent years watching Caden from close proximity, who likely knew exactly what kind of man he was. She never said much about him though, always keeping things professional. Which was what made me respect her even more.“Yes,” I answered with a slight smile. “Helene, hi. Of course I remember you. How are things over there?”“Oh—you know, same old. Look, the reason I called you… I need to see you,” Helena pushed on. “It’s urgent. Could you come for coffee? Cake, if you’d like. There’s a place in the city. Today, if possible.”The urgency in her tone caught me completely off guard

Leon’s POV.Dinner was supposed to be a general routine occurrence in this house, but the longer I sat at the head of the table, the heavier the silence grew. Ezra was speaking, going over schedules for the week, but his voice faded into the background.My eyes drifted again to the empty chair at my right.Scarlett’s chair.She had never missed dinner before. Even when she hardly touched her plate on several occasions, she was always present at the table, either listening, watching, making her presence known in her quiet way. But tonight, the place beside me was untouched.Franchesca sat across from me, stirring her soup with unnecessary delicacy. When she noticed me glance at the empty chair, her mouth curved, just barely, like she enjoyed what I was seeing.I cut into her expression with a hard stare. “Where is Scarlett?”Her spoon stilled. “How should I know?” she replied lightly. “I haven’t seen her since this morning.” Her shrug was casual, but her eyes gleamed too much. It was as