Semua Bab My Ex-husband And Son Wants Me Back After Divorce: Bab 111 - Bab 120

The next morning, I woke up to a silent bedroom. Logan’s side of the bed was cool and empty. My fingers slid over the empty sheet beside me, as if hoping for warmth that had long faded. My heart sank for a moment, heavy with the weight of missing him, but the rising sun poured through the curtains, reminding me that the day awaited—and so did I.On the nightstand, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and saw a text from Sebastian:“Issue at work is fixed. All systems are green.”I exhaled slowly, feeling a sense of relief bloom in my chest. I typed back quickly:“Thank you. Can I ask about Jordan?”Seconds later, another ping. He sent me a photo of Jordan at the kitchen table, elbows bent over a jigsaw puzzle, face completely focused. His lips were slightly parted, tongue pressed against his cheek like he always did when he concentrated hard. A smile tugged at my lips—soft, maternal, and full of love.“Look at him—hard at work.”I tapped back:“He looks really happy. Thanks.”That image st

Author's POV:Vivian sat alone in her penthouse, dressed in a deep emerald satin robe that shimmered under the warm light. The floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering skyline, but her attention was fixed solely on the flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. Her long, manicured fingers wrapped around a porcelain teacup, the steam rising gently as she took a slow, deliberate sip.The news anchor’s voice echoed crisply through the room. “BREAKING: Business Tycoon’s Mother in Critical Condition After Mysterious Car Crash.”A shaky dashcam clip replayed the scene — Logan’s mother’s silver car spinning out of control, tires screeching before smashing into the divider. A still image followed, showing the mangled hood, a firefighter crouching beside it.Vivian turned the volume up. Her cold brown eyes narrowed.The reporter explained the authorities suspected brake failure. “It appears the brakes failed moments before the impact,” the anchor said gravely. “Police are continuing their inves

Haley's POV:I sat in the far-left corner of the conference room, half-hidden behind the curtain of flashing cameras and long-limbed tripods. The room was tense, flooded with reporters, photographers, and television crews. The scent of coffee, sweat, and stale press ink mingled under harsh lighting.Logan stood behind the podium, looking calm—too calm. His charcoal suit fit him perfectly, his tie knotted neatly, his face unreadable. But I knew him. I could see the flicker in his eyes. This wasn’t calmness. It was controlled fury.The police chief stood beside him, clearing his throat into the mic.“We have concluded our preliminary investigation,” he began, glancing once toward Logan before continuing. “It has been confirmed that the vehicle involved in the crash was tampered with. This was not a mechanical failure. It was sabotage.”Gasps filled the room. Pens scratched harder on notepads. Fingers moved quicker on phones.I folded my hands tightly in my lap, keeping my expression sti

Haley’s POV:“Logan, stop,” I whispered, grabbing his arm, my fingers tightening around his jacket sleeve.We had barely made it out of the building and already, he was on the phone again, giving orders, shifting schedules, demanding updates. His jaw was locked, his tone sharp. Everything about him screamed fire and finality.“I mean it,” I said again, tugging his sleeve harder until he finally looked at me.“What?” His brows were furrowed, chest still rising and falling fast. “What’s wrong?”I glanced around the empty corridor, lowered my voice. “You don’t have to fight everyone, Logan. We don’t have to declare war.”His eyes didn’t soften. “I’m not fighting everyone. Just the people who think they get a say in who I love.”I let out a breath, my hand still gripping his. “Can we talk about this later? Somewhere quieter? Y

Haley's POV:She dramatically raised her hand to strike me across the face, her manicured fingers trembling with forced rage. But before she could land the blow, a large, firm hand seized her wrist mid-air.“Enough,” a familiar voice snapped.My heart jolted.Sebastian.And right behind him was Susan.Vivian’s eyes widened as she looked between them, her mouth twitching into a vindictive little smirk. “Well, isn’t this interesting,” she said sweetly. “Susan, are you seeing this? He’s still protecting her. The way he’s always been—he just can’t seem to let go, can he?”Susan arched an elegant brow, folding her arms calmly. “Excuse me?”Vivian turned fully toward her now, dropping her hand from Sebastian’s grip with an exaggerated pout. “I’m just saying—you should be careful, darling. There’s clearly still something g