Semua Bab Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle : Bab 61 - Bab 65

Leon’s POV.Scarlett had known from the beginning that something was going on. She wasn’t paranoid or over-emotional as Caden, her father and mother-in-law had claimed. She saw it all coming before any of us wanted to see it.But again—how?Something must have happened for her to know everything before it even played out.I closed the file and leaned forward, elbows on the desk, hands pressed against my face.It wasn’t just anger building anymore.It was reckoning.They were coming at her from every angle—through the press, through personal history, through public reputation. If Scarlett wasn’t already cracking under the weight of it, she would be soon. No one could stand alone under that kind of pressure forever.Another alert came in.My tech operative had completed the courier trace.The man who delivered the poisoned muffins had never gone near the bakery listed on the card. His badge had been faked, just like we assumed. The security cam at a traffic signal two blocks from my hou

Leon’s POV.When Scarlett’s door shut behind me last night, the echo of her words didn’t leave my head.I didn’t blame her. Not fully. She was breaking, and I knew it. She was holding on by sheer will, trying to act like none of this was eating her alive. But that didn’t stop her outburst from getting under my skin.It wasn’t just what she said. It was what she didn’t.The way she looked at me—like I was part of the confusion she was drowning in. Like she couldn’t decide if I was her shelter or her threat.She didn’t trust me.And I couldn’t help wondering—why?Have my actions not shown her I was trustworthy enough yet?What must have happened that she was so blinded by distrust to an extent that she couldn’t see my efforts?I didn’t want to expect her to trust me—to force it onto her. But… It bothered me more than I could fathom why. I wanted her to trust me, to feel that she could be safe around me.The need for it was overwhelming and I didn’t understand why I felt that why.I let

Scarlett’s POV.I didn’t want to get out of bed.The blankets were heavy, not just in weight but in meaning—security I didn’t have anywhere else. But I forced myself up. Every second I stayed curled up in here was another second someone else could use against me.Nothing changed. The journal was still missing and I couldn’t bear just sitting around and waiting for it to miraculously reappear.I washed up quickly, tied my hair back, and changed into a soft sweater that made me look less guarded than I felt. I needed to keep this subtle and I couldn’t tip anyone off.The first person I spoke to was one of the older housekeepers—Helen. I caught her in the hallway with a folded pile of fresh towels.“Morning,” I greeted casually, adjusting the sleeve of my sweater. “Have you seen my old sunglasses? The ones with the gold frame?”I asked about the sunglasses instead of revealing what I was really looking for—because I remembered clearly. I’d placed them right on top of the journal before l