Semua Bab Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle : Bab 171 - Bab 180

Leon’s POV.Sleep never came easily.I spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, my mind looping through the same moment over and over again—the way Scarlett’s eyes had flickered between surprise and quiet acceptance before I kissed her. That heartbeat of hesitation that could have gone either way.For a split second afterward, panic had surged through me. I’d half expected her to pull away, slap me, tell me I’d crossed a line. But she hadn’t. Instead, she’d looked at me like she was still trying to decide if what happened was real.Now, in the daylight, the memory carried less of the chaos and more of the strange calm that followed. I hadn’t planned on kissing her. It wasn’t part of anything I’d told myself I was ready to do. But for once, logic hadn’t led—I’d just acted. And I didn’t regret it.Scarlett didn’t seem angry. Conflicted, maybe. But not angry. That was enough for now.I pushed off the sheets and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing a hand over my face. The sky outsi

Leon’s POV.Scarlett lay on the hospital bed, her face pale and damp with sweat, her hair stuck to her temples. The nurses worked on either side of her, moving in a practiced rhythm, their hands steady as the doctor gave calm, yet firm directions. The lights above her made everything sharp and unreal.And then there was me—utterly useless, gripping her hand as if that could somehow help her through the pain.I’d faced blood before. Screaming, chaos, the kind of emergencies that could unmake a person. But this was different. This was her. This was the woman I loved, bringing our children into the world while I stood there, helpless, and doing everything I can not to fall apart.Her grip on my hand tightened agai and her knuckles went white.“Leon—” Her voice broke.“I’m here,” I whispered in an attempt to sound soothing, leaning closer. “I’ve got you.”She let out a sharp sound, half a gasp, half a sob. Her whole body shook as she tried to push through another contraction.The doctor’s

Leon’s POV.“Leon!”The house lights flickered red, the alarm echoing off every wall. I was halfway down the stairs before I even realized I was barefoot and shirtless, the marble floor ice-cold under my feet. My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.Scarlett was in the middle of the living room, hair falling over her shoulders, both babies clutched tight against her chest. The twins were screaming hysterically, their tiny faces red, their cries breaking through the wail of the siren. Scarlett’s face was pale, eyes wide in panic. “What’s happening?” she gasped. “Leon, I think someone is out there! They found us. I think—"“Scarlet… I don’t know—please, stay still. Just stay here,” I pressed, crossing to the wall panel.The alarm lights pulsed in quick, angry bursts. The system was showing a breach. It was on the east wing, near the kitchen.Behind me, the twins cried harder. Scarlett was shaking but refused to move toward the stairs when I motioned for her to go.“

Leon’s POV.Sleep refused to come.The house was quiet in the way that made silence feel like noise. I could hear the distant pull of the tide, the hum of the generator, the faint creak of the hallway floor whenever the sea wind shifted against the windows. Every noise kept me awake, but it wasn’t the noise keeping me there—it was the name. Dana.Sarah’s voice still played in my mind, casual and warm, completely unaware of the weight she’d dropped into the room with that single word.By the time the clock read nearly two in the morning, I gave up trying to rest. Scarlett and the twins were asleep upstairs, and I didn’t want to wake them. I needed to think, and thinking came easier when I was alone.I went down the hall and opened the door to my office. The air was colder there, touched by the sea. I left the lights low, just the desk lamp on, and sat down. Papers were already spread across the desk, which consisted of Ezra’s reports, property files, old records tied to Scarlett’s moth

Scarlett’s POV.By the time we arrived back at the beach house, the sun had long begun to sink into the sea, staining the horizon with streaks of deep orange and fading violet. The air outside smelled of salt and summer blooms. The ocean seemed calmer tonight, as though it understood we’d been holding our breath all day and needed the extra peace.The drive home had been silent, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. Leon’s hand had rested over the gearshift, close enough that our fingers brushed now and then, though neither of us said much. I knew he was thinking about what we’d found. Of those letters, the bitterness that lingered through generations, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it either.Dana. My mother. The history between them that I never knew existed until today.It still didn’t feel real. That woman’s hate had shaped so much of my life and I hadn’t even known the root cause until now.When we pulled into the driveway, the beach house looked the same, but it felt diffe