All Chapters of Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Scarlett’s POV.Franchesca had tried to shoot Leon.He almost died.Even hours later, the thought still pounded through my skull consistently like a drum I couldn’t silence. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling, no matter how tightly I pressed them together in my lap. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the gun aimed at his chest or straight at his head.I heard the click of the safety being released—replaying inside my ears, over and over again. I had seen the look in his eyes, calm and steady, though his life hung on a trigger pull. If he hadn’t pleaded with Franchesca for his life, I’d have believed he’d already made piece with the fact that he would not make it.But thank heavens, he did.If I hadn’t walked in when I did—if I hadn’t been carrying that taser—he could be lying dead on the carpet right now.That truth left me hollow inside.I took in a deep, shuddering breath, just merely grateful he’s still here.Leon shut the office door behind us with a quiet, deliberate click. The hou

Leon’s POV.My gaze betrayed me before I could stop it. It dipped down to Scarlett’s lips—soft and close enough that for one wild second, I imagined leaning in.I wanted to kiss her.I wanted to know what it would feel like to finally close that impossible distance between us. The thought slammed into me with such force that I had to lock my jaw, reminding myself it wasn’t real. It was the adrenaline moving out of my system talking. It was the chaos of the last few days twisting my head.That had to be it.Scarlett most certainly didn’t see me that way. She couldn’t. She had enough to worry about without me crossing boundaries that should never be crossed. The mother of my children didn’t need confusion layered on top of everything else.I forced myself to clear my throat and stepped back, a deliberate retreat. My hands curled behind me, as if keeping them away from her would also keep my impulses in check. “You don’t have to worry about Franchesca anymore,” I said, the words tumbling

Scarlett’s POV.With Leon at the office that day, the house felt strangely quiet. For once, it wasn’t the suffocating kind of silence. It wasn’t heavy with tension or filled with the echo of Franchesca’s fake sobs drifting down the halls.It was… calm.Almost so peaceful it felt completely out of place, but wonderful and welcoming at the same time.I sat in the sitting room with a cup of tea, running my hand over the swell of my stomach as the twins moved lazily inside me. For the first time in weeks, I thought maybe I could breathe without the weight of dread pressing against my ribs.Without worrying that at any moment, something bad would happen.The sound of hesitant footsteps in the hallway caught my attention. I looked up just as three staff members came into view—a butler I knew as Martin, and two of the younger maids, Clara and Elise. They exchanged nervous glances before stopping in the doorway.“Miss Scarlett,” Martin began carefully, his tone unusually formal. “We… we’d lik

Scarlett’s POV.The days that followed carried a strange new rhythm. For the first time since stepping into the Rosenthal manor, I didn’t feel like an intruder. The hostility that once lingered in the hallways was gone, replaced with warmth I hadn’t expected to find here at all.Each morning, when I passed the staff in the corridors, they smiled at me without hesitation. They stopped to ask about my health, whether I needed tea, or if I was resting enough. It was subtle, but to me, it meant everything.I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt this welcome anywhere. Certainly not in my father’s house. Certainly not in Caden’s.The warmth here felt foreign, but not unwelcome. It settled deep in my chest and made me realize how badly I had longed for it.That morning, after finishing breakfast, I walked down the corridor with an idea I had been holding onto all night. Leon’s office door was ajar, and I paused only long enough to knock gently before stepping inside. He was seated at h

Scarlett’s POV.I woke the next morning with an unusual burst of energy. The sun was streaming through the curtains, warm and golden, and for once I didn’t feel weighed down by dread of what the day might bring.Today was the day of the brunch I had planned for the staff, and the thought of it made me smile before my feet even touched the floor.I took my time getting ready, wanting to feel good in my own skin. I chose a soft yellow maternity sundress I had bought on impulse a week earlier. It flowed easily over my bump, light and airy, the color bright enough to make me feel cheerful the moment I slipped it on. I styled my hair with more care than usual, brushed out until it fell smoothly over my shoulders, and even added a touch of makeup. Just enough to bring some life to my face.When I caught my reflection in the mirror, I hesitated. For so long, I had stopped putting effort into myself. With Caden, no matter what I wore, it was always wrong. Too plain. Too flashy. Too tight. Too