Semua Bab The Billionaire Broken Bride—Married To My Enemy.: Bab 71 - Bab 80

NATASHA'S POV Three days had passed since Alessa and Disha’s visit, and finally, I was being discharged from the hospital. The faint sting of antiseptic still clung to the air, and the smell lingered in my nose as I stepped into the corridor where Mom and Dad waited. Their faces were worn from worry, yet softened with relief when they saw me. My chest tightened, exhausted, but deeply grateful to be going home.A nurse approached with a gentle smile, her voice calm but firm as she repeated for the third time, “No heavy training, no pushing yourself too hard. Your brain needs time to heal.”I nodded, swallowing against the dull ache in my head. “I understand.” Rest wasn’t just advice, it was survival.The first two days at home, I barely left my room. My wrist still throbbed, a stubborn reminder of what I’d endured, but the fog in my mind began to clear bit by bit. The world outside moved on, but for me, nothing felt the same.By the time Caleb’s second trial began two days later, th

NATASHA’S POVThe wind had begun to shift by the time we left Nina’s grave. It carried the cool scent of damp grass and earth, soft against the sharp edges of the day. The cemetery gates creaked as we passed through, the iron bars closing behind us with a hollow thud that seemed to echo somewhere deep inside me.It was over.I’d thought those words a hundred times in the last few days even before and after the verdict, after seeing Caleb dragged away in chains, after hearing the gavel fall but they had never settled in my bones yet. The flowers lay at her headstone, quiet witnesses to our goodbye, and for the first time, I knew I wouldn’t be back here to linger in grief.The driver opened the car door, and we slipped inside without a word. The air inside was warm, but the silence cooled it. No one spoke.Amber sat beside me, her hands clasped in her lap, thumb rubbing anxiously over her knuckles. Alessa was by the window, cheek pressed into her palm, her gaze far away. Michael sat

ALESSA’S POVIt had been several months since Caleb’s arrest. The chaos, the tension, the grief, they were all receding, leaving behind quiet spaces that felt both strange and full. Each morning, the city seemed a little less oppressive, the air a little easier to breathe. Natasha was slowly finding herself again, and I couldn’t help but feel a quiet relief.I never really knew Nina the way Michael or Natasha did. Neither did Disha. Yet seeing Natasha reclaim her life, her laughter returning like sunlight spilling over winter streets, made my chest feel lighter. Watching her fingers brush over piano keys, her voice threading through the studio, felt like witnessing a spark flicker back to life after months in shadow.We began spending more time together. Cafés bathed in sunlight, the city glittering beyond glass walls. Late-night drives with her songs spilling from the speakers, drifting like silk through the car as the streetlights painted patterns on our faces.Laughter tumbled f

ALESSA’S POV A knock came just as Disha and I were deep in one of our early morning talks, the kind that always slipped between seriousness and nonsense, laughter and secrets.“Come in,” I called without thinking, smoothing the edge of my blanket.The door opened, and Michael strolled inside with the kind of ease that had become familiar. A year ago, I would have bristled at the intrusion, felt the boundary crossed. But now… now it felt oddly right, as if even my room had accepted him.“Good morning,” he greeted, his voice warm, steady, carrying that calm confidence he never seemed to misplace.“Good morning,” I echoed, exchanging a quick glance with Disha before turning back to him.His eyes lingered on mine longer than usual, and then he said it, so casually it startled me:“Get dressed. I’m taking you somewhere.”I blinked. “Somewhere?”He only nodded, the faintest curve tugging at his lips.“What do you mean somewhere? Is it…” I faltered, the words tumbling out before I could sto

ALESSA'S POV When Michael slipped the ring onto my finger, the world did not just change. It exploded into light, into something too vast and too dazzling to belong to reality.The word yes had barely left my lips before my body began trembling, laughter and tears spilling over me in unstoppable waves. I clung to him as though letting go might cause it all to vanish, burying my face against his chest, breathing in the solid warmth of him, the clean scent of his suit, the steadiness that had always been him.My heartbeat thundered against his, wild and unsteady, yet perfectly at home, as though it had always belonged there.Perhaps that love I had carried for him back in our high school days had never truly died. Perhaps I had only buried it, trying to disguise it with denial, convincing myself it was just a memory. Yet here it was, blooming so fiercely that I could no longer contain it.Michael pressed a kiss to the top of my head, whispering words I barely caught, words that poured