Semua Bab Married Again: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Aria couldn’t sleep.She stared at the photo glowing on her phone screen — Sebastian in a hotel lobby, his hand resting on a woman’s lower back. She wore a sleek black dress, face turned away from the camera. But the intimacy between them was unmistakable.The timestamp read: Six days ago.Six days ago, Sebastian had told her he was attending a business dinner in Chicago. He’d come back that night, tired but glowing, saying, “It went better than I hoped.”Now, all she could hear was the echo of that whisper: He’s not who you think he is.Her fingers trembled as she typed a message to the unknown number.Who are you? Why are you sending me this?The message sent.No response.The silence was worse than the truth.---By morning, Sebastian greeted her like nothing had changed.He placed a kiss on her shoulder as she stood by the kitchen counter pouring coffee. “I was thinking we could do dinner out tonight—just us. It’s been a while.”She gave a small nod, holding her cup tightly. “Sure

Aria stood outside Hotel Renwick, her heart thudding like a war drum.She wasn’t sure what terrified her more — the possibility that this was a trap… or the possibility that everything she believed about her husband was a lie.She wore a simple black coat, hair pulled back, no jewelry. Just her phone, tucked in her purse, and a pepper spray clipped to the inside pocket — a precaution Sebastian had once insisted she carry.Now, she carried it because of him.She entered the lobby with steady steps, her heels clicking on polished marble. The concierge didn’t give her a second glance as she moved toward the elevator.She pressed 9.The doors closed with a soft whisper.Alone.Just her reflection and rising questions.What if it was Camilla? Geneva? The woman in the photo?What if it was all of them?The elevator dinged.Floor nine.Aria stepped out, her breath caught somewhere between her ribs.The hallway was quiet, lined with soft lights and expensive carpet.Room 913 sat at the end, i

Aria didn’t cry.Not as she drove to the hotel. Not as she checked into a suite under a name no one would trace. Not even as she stared out the window at the city skyline, remembering how just a few weeks ago, that view had felt like a promise.Now, it looked like a battlefield.She had no intention of running. No desire to crumble.Sebastian had underestimated her.Everyone always had.But she wasn’t the naive bride anymore.She was a woman with a fire growing behind her ribs and a truth that burned hotter than any vow.She opened her laptop and logged into a secure folder Geneva had emailed earlier — marked FOR YOUR PROTECTION.Inside were receipts, text threads, photographs, bank transfers.A trail Sebastian had left behind.Pieces of his carefully hidden life.Geneva had done her homework. She’d once loved him too — and when that love shattered, she’d collected the shards.Aria clicked on a video file.Sebastian. In his office.His voice smooth, charming.> “As long as she believe

They met at a quiet café on the edge of town — the kind of place where no one asked questions and everything smelled like fresh croissants and burnt espresso.Aria sat at a corner table, nerves tight in her belly. Geneva waited nearby, keeping watch from a discreet distance.Then Isabelle walked in.Tall, elegant, with chestnut curls and a striking presence. She looked nothing like the stereotype of “the other woman.” She looked tired. Hardened. And maybe a little relieved.“Aria Wolfe,” Isabelle said, slipping into the chair opposite her.“Isabelle Hartley,” Aria replied.They stared at each other for a moment, two women bound by the same man and the same lie.“I didn’t come to apologize,” Isabelle said, wrapping her fingers around the coffee mug the waitress placed in front of her. “Because I didn’t know he was still with Olivia when we started.”Aria blinked. “You didn’t?”Isabelle shook her head. “He told me they were separated. That she was toxic. Unstable. That he was just waiti

The world had turned.And this time, not in Sebastian Wolfe’s favor.Every news channel buzzed with headlines.“CEO Under Fire: Sebastian Wolfe Accused of Abuse and Coercion.”“Mistresses, Money, and Manipulation: The Fall of Wolfe Enterprises?”“Ex-Wife Aria Wolfe Breaks Silence. And The Internet Listens.”But while the world watched the empire crumble, Aria stood at the center, calm amidst the chaos she once feared.She had reclaimed her name. Her voice. Her truth.And now… she had one final choice to make.---The offer came on a Wednesday.A thick white envelope delivered by courier.Inside: a settlement proposal.Sebastian was willing to walk away.Half of his company. A public apology drafted by his PR team. A non-disclosure agreement.In exchange?She would drop all pending legal action. Seal the evidence. End the war.Geneva stared at the document with disgust. “He’s trying to pay for your silence.”“I know.”“But it’s a good deal,” Geneva added reluctantly. “You could live a