Semua Bab Taming The Charming Director: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Arnav had assumed Arsene wouldn’t follow him. He had been certain his younger brother would stay a bit longer at the pub, perhaps nursing his drink or flirting with one of the women lingering by the bar. But all those thoughts shattered the moment he suddenly heard approaching from behind. Not hurried, but steady, so familiar.Then came the arm, slung casually around his neck in a gesture only a sibling could pull off with such nonchalance. Arnav didn’t resist it. He didn’t push him away at all. Instead, he let Arsene do whatever he wanted. He let his brother have this moment, allowed him to fill the silence with idle chatter, even if he didn’t respond to most of it. Arsene’s words floated past his ears like autumn leaves skimming the pavement, noticeable, but not enough to stir him.Truthfully, Arnav had hoped that the biting cold air would somehow help ease the burden in his chest. He had hoped the chill would anchor him, make him feel something else besides the chaos gnawing at his

Because she had never owned him, not his heart, not his loyalty, not even his time. What they shared was a bond by name, not by soul. And the rest?The rest was just a lie she whispered to herself late at night when the silence grew too loud.It was that knowledge. That unshakeable truth that kept her awake. That pressed down on her chest like a weight that couldn’t be moved. It wasn’t that she wanted to control him, to possess him like some women did with their husbands. No. She wasn’t that kind of woman.All she ever wanted, perhaps foolishly was more of him.More of his voice. More of his touch.More of his time.When was the last time he had even looked at her with kindness?She thought back to the last real conversation they’d had before the fight, before the sharp words and colder silences and she came up empty. It had been so long since he’d looked at her without reservation. So long since she had felt seen.Maybe it was after they argued about his mother.Maybe that was the tu

No.He could not yet forgive her lies.His thoughts turned to Raellyn again, his heart beginning to ache once more.A new kind of ache took hold of him.He remembered her words. How unexpectedly she had spoken them. The pain in her voice. The rawness of her confession. And with that memory came pain, creeping in like a shadow.He had said nothing at that time. He had offered her silence in return.And now he could imagine the consequences of his silence pressing against his chest.He had pushed her away. Not because she had failed him, but because she had come too close. Because she had shown him something he didn’t know how to handle love.Before the storm, Arnav couldn’t deny it:The moments he spent with Raellyn had been some of the happiest in his life.She had told him she loved him.That she had made space in her heart for him. That she no longer held a place for Arsene in her heart.But did he love her?He wasn’t sure. The truth was he didn’t know. He didn’t even know if he co

Arnav came home that night in a state of bone-deep exhaustion.The weight of the day clung to his shoulders like a soaked overcoat, dragging each step heavier than the last. As he pushed open the front door slowly, not expecting anything but the same silence that had greeted him for the past few weeks.But tonight, something was different.His steps halted. He was caught off guard by a sight that froze him in place.There, curled up on the armchair near the entrance, was Raellyn. She fast asleep.She looked so peaceful, her head resting lightly against the side cushion, dark lashes fluttering gently over her cheeks. Her body folded into itself like a tired blossom, arms wrapped around a cushion, her breathing slow and soft. Her face, illuminated faintly by the golden light of a hallway lamp, looked peaceful. Serene, even.For a moment, Arnav forgot to breathe. He just stood there, motionless.How long had it been since he saw her like this?Since he allowed himself to really look at h

With confident strides and her long legs framed by five-centimeter high heels, she looked strikingly elegant that night. Raellyn never thought she’d go to such lengths, but every woman has her own way of making an ex regret ever letting her go, and this was hers.The night was cold and breathless, like the silence between two people who used to be in love.Her heels clacked sharply against the pavement as she made her way to the car. A sleek black vehicle gifted by Arnav not long after their marriage, back when things were still civil, if not loving. She hesitated for a brief moment. Part of her still questioned whether she should really go.Was this really the right thing to do?Was meeting Arsene tonight just a reaction an act of rebellion against the emotional starvation she endured in her marriage?But then she remembered how Arsene had left her. How cruel he had been. How shattered she felt when he abandoned her with no answers and her heart hardened. Her anger quickly drowned ou