Semua Bab Vanished vows : Bab 21 - Bab 23

The house was unnervingly quiet that morning, a kind of silence that pressed against Rosy’s chest like a weight she couldn’t shake off.She sat on the velvet sofa in the massive living room, her body stiff and cautious, as though one wrong movement might unravel the fragile peace she’d barely regained. Her palms were locked together on her lap, fingers twisting nervously, her mind still haunted by the dizzying chaos of the previous night—her fainting, the panic in Stephen’s eyes, the blinding hospital lights, the doctor’s sharp warnings.Now she was back here. Back in this house that never felt like hers, back in this marriage that was equal parts prison and lifeline. Stephen had left earlier for a quick errand, promising to return before lunch. Claire was in the kitchen, her muffled humming drifting through the wide corridors, leaving Rosy momentarily alone with her thoughts.She pressed her hand lightly to her stomach, her lips trembling as an unspoken fear coursed through her. The

Rosy wiped her face, her voice crisp and commanding. “ I want all of you here in thirty minutes”.That's right.Now that the divorce was final, it was time to reclaim her place- time to become who she was always meant to be. Ten minutes later,dozens of roaring Ferraris screeched to a halt outside the hospital. Forming a circle, they blazed their headlights until the night looked like midday.A private Jet descended in the centre of the circle, it's turbines slicing the silence.As it landed, the cabin door opened, and out stepped a striking man in a perfectly tailored suit- refined, handsome, with an unshakeable air of control. “Good evening,Mr Peter !”. The bodyguards thundered in one accord. The man adjusted his gloves with elegant fingers and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His sharp eyes swept over the crowd, gleaming with a chilling light. “ We are here to bring Mrs Rosy home.” The men echoed “To bring Mrs Rosy home!”. The men echoed their voice lo