All Chapters of Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Leon’s POV.The night had been quiet until I decided to finish some administrative work in my study. I sat behind the large oak desk, the glow of the desk lamp spilling across a neat stack of reports and payroll summaries. My staff roster for the month was on top, along with recent expense approvals and termination requests. It was supposed to be routine—something I could get through in under half an hour.Halfway down the list, a name stopped me.Amira.The neat black letters seemed to glare at me from the page. Terminated. Requester: Scarlett Lemaire. Effective immediately. The date was only a few days ago. My brow furrowed.Scarlett had mentioned this girl in passing once, but I couldn’t remember her telling me why she mattered enough to bring her up.I scanned the notes column, expecting a clear reason. Instead, there was a single line: Breach of trust. That was it. Nothing else to justify an immediate dismissal.I pushed the file aside and pulled my laptop closer, logging into the

Scarlett’s POV. Two Months Later…For the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe. Really breathe.The disorder that had swallowed my life whole seemed to have finally loosened its grip. Dana and Dahlia were still behind bars, rotting away in a cell. Caden—bless his self-preserving cowardice—had been silent for weeks. I hadn’t seen his smug face, hadn’t heard his voice which would always drip with arrogance, hadn’t even caught wind of his usual underhanded attempts to worm himself back into my life.Either he’d finally learned his lesson… or he was lying low until the smoke from the Dana and Dahlia disaster cleared.It had been two months since their arrests, and still, the headlines wouldn’t let them go.Every few days, another update hit the front pages. Leaked testimonies. Financial audits. Hidden accounts. The tabloids were thriving on it. And just three days ago, the press released their mugshots.I had stared at those photos longer than I’d admit.Dana—her perfect

Scarlett’s POV.I didn’t just leave Leon’s office—I stormed out, my heels striking the polished floor hard enough to echo down the hall. My pulse was pounding in my ears, drowning out the sound of the staff moving in the distance. Every step away from him felt like a small act of reclaiming myself.His voice still rang in my head, smooth and steady as he explained himself like he was doing me a favor. Like I should be grateful.I bought it to keep it safe until I could put it in your hands.Safe? My lips twisted in a bitter smile as I replayed the words. That was the kind of line people fed you when they were already holding something that wasn’t theirs. It was the same excuse I’d heard my whole life, dressed up in different tones, from different mouths—each one convinced they knew what was best for me.Every moment I had mistaken for protection now felt premeditated. Every time Leon had intervened, drawn a line in the sand, told me to trust him… all of it felt like part of the same l

Scarlett’s POV.I stood frozen by the car, the driver’s taillights vanishing down the driveway. As the silence stretched between us, my eyes narrowed onto my suitcase sitting at Leon’s feet. He hadn’t moved after he had said those words to me. “It was always meant to be yours. I only made sure it found its way back to its rightful owner.”I stared at him. Something in his tone… I couldn’t exactly explain it, but it was steady and assuring. As if he actually meant what he said.I swallowed hard, my throat burning as I tried to find my voice. “You… you did all that—for me?”His gaze didn’t waver as he replied, “Your mother left it for you. I wasn’t about to let anyone else take it.”That was all it took on Leon’s behalf.He never gave an explanation beyond what was needed, nor any drawn-out speeches. Just his simple truth, delivered in that restrained way of his. And somehow, that simplicity made it even harder for me to breathe.The weight of what I had accused him of slammed into me.

Scarlett’s POV.The next morning something felt different. Maybe it was because of how tense I’d been feeling since discovering that file on Leon’s desk and my insecurities had been proven wrong, or maybe because I had finally allowed myself to admit, even if only to myself, that Leon hadn’t once broken his word to me.Olivia was coming to pick me up for a day in town, and for the first time in weeks, I found myself looking forward to it. Just me, my best friend, and some shopping. I smoothed down the dress I wore, one that shows off my growing belly but still made me feel like myself, and walked carefully down the wide staircase.Halfway down, I froze.Olivia was already here, standing in the foyer, chatting casually with Leon. But that wasn’t what stopped me in my tracks. It was the sudden, sharp flutter low in my stomach. My breath caught, and instinctively, my hand pressed against my belly.Leon noticed instantly. His head snapped up, and his eyes locked on me with alarm. “Scarlet