Semua Bab His to Destroy, Mine to Save: Bab 51 - Bab 56

MARISOLA few moments later, I stood in the doorway, my chest tight with equal parts curiosity and caution.I hadn’t seen much of Dante lately, and his avoidance had become painfully obvious.The moment I stepped into the office, something in the air shifted. Heavy. Like something long buried had finally clawed its way to the surface.What could he possibly want?We’d been distant for weeks, barely speaking. Now he wanted a meeting?A chill rippled through me as fear tightened low in my gut.What if this is the end of us? If there’s even an “us” left to lose."You wanted to talk," I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I closed the door behind me.This is it. The moment that either breaks us or heals the wreckage we've become.His face gave nothing away, but his eyes, God, his eyes, held the weight of everything we hadn’t said.For the first time in weeks, we faced each other without avoidance as a shield."Please, have a seat," he said, calm and distant.I walked to the chair oppo

DANTEThe next few days in London blurred into a stream of meetings, but I couldn’t focus.Client conversations ran together as I nodded along, my thoughts stuck on Marisol.Does she hate me?The question clung to me, relentless.By the end of the first week, I was ready to go home.I’d thought distance would clear my head, but it only deepened the ache of losing her.I cut the trip short, hoping I could see her before it was too late to make things right.After my final meeting, I returned to my hotel suite, exhaustion dragging at every step.The luxurious decor and sweeping view of London’s skyline felt cold and sterile.Empty. Like me.Regret seeped into every corner until the room felt even colder.Without thinking, I pulled out my laptop and connected to the CCTV feed from the estate.It was just to check on security, I told myself, even as my heart pounded for a different reason.I need to see her. Just a glimpse.The feed flickered to life, showing the familiar rooms and hallway

DANTEI stood frozen in the silence, the heavy emptiness of the room pressing in around me.Then a faint glimmer caught my eye, a flash of light bouncing off something small on the piano. My heart stilled, dread and hope twisting together in my chest.I took a shaky step forward, eyes locked on the glint until the shape sharpened into something unmistakable.There, resting on the polished surface, was her wedding ring.I closed my eyes for a moment, and she filled my mind, Marisol walking down the aisle on our wedding day, sunlight catching in her hair, her face lit with joy. She’d been breathtaking. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I had promised to protect her.And now, we were divorced.My hand hovered over the ring before I picked it up, rolling it between my fingers. Cold metal pressed into my palm. It wasn’t a promise anymore. Just a reminder of what I broke. I’d told myself it was necessary, that pushing her away had been my only choice.I felt I had to do it. Believed I