Semua Bab Dear husband I can live without you : Bab 141 - Bab 150

The scent of fresh roses hit Anna the moment she started down the staircase. It was soft, rich, and almost too beautiful to be real—like walking into a dream. Her eyes followed the trail of petals scattered across the steps, and her breath hitched when she reached the last one. Gerald was standing there. Still. Waiting. Watching. His blue eyes—those same hypnotic eyes that could calm or burn her—were fixed on her like she was the only thing that existed. Behind him, the living room was transformed. Roses everywhere. Pink, red, white. Vases filled with them on every surface, the air drenched in their fragrance. Anna froze mid-step, her heartbeat fluttering wildly in her chest. For a second, every trace of anger she’d been nursing vanished. Her lips softened into a faint smile. “Gerald…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. She took the last few steps down, each one slower than the last. He stood still, eyes tracing her movements. His cologne—clean, dark, intoxicat

“Who picked up my son?” Anna’s voice cut through the air like a blade. Her chest rose and fell sharply, her heartbeat thrumming in her ears as if she had run miles barefoot on fire. The attendant flinched at her tone. “It’s… it’s his dad—Mr. Roberts,” she stammered, wringing her hands nervously. “Is something the matter, ma’am?” Anna’s breath caught. For a split second, her mind went blank. Then anger flared, hot and uncontrollable. She raked a trembling hand through her hair, pulling at the strands. “Shit! You should have called me before letting Andy take my son!” she snapped, pacing in tight, sharp steps. “He had no legal right to Aiden. None!” The attendant blinked rapidly, fear and confusion clouding her eyes. “I—I’m sorry, ma’am. I didn’t know…” Anna’s fingers shook as she dug her phone out of her bag, trying to dial, but her hand was too unsteady. The screen blurred before her eyes. She cursed under her breath and dropped the phone back inside with a hiss of frustration. “

Dear Husband, I Can Live Without You 💙Chapter 146Vivian’s heart thudded hard in her chest, her palms clammy as she stared at Erick.“What? You don’t want the baby?” she asked softly, her voice trembling. Tears shimmered in her eyes, making them glisten under the golden light spilling from the chandelier.Erick just sat there, frozen. His wide eyes and parted lips said nothing—only disbelief flickered across his face like static.Vivian’s throat tightened. “You’re not happy about it?” she whispered, searching his face. “Please say something.” Her voice cracked under the weight of fear. “I didn’t plan to get pregnant this early. I swear, I was planning to wait for like two to three years after the wedding. But it just… it just happened.”Her breath hitched halfway through the sentence. Before another word could escape her mouth, Erick’s hands cupped her face and his lips crashed against hers—hot, hungry, breathtaking.Vivian gasped against his mouth, her body stiff for a moment befor

Chapter 148“C’mon, Anna! You’re singing the wrong lyrics again,” Jenny groaned, her brows knitting as she threw her hands in the air. “We’ve gone over this part three times already.”Anna exhaled hard, pulling the earphones off and tossing them on the couch beside her. Her shoulders slumped. “Shit. I can’t do this.”aJenny crossed her arms, staring at her like she was studying a puzzle that didn’t make sense. “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been like this for three days now. This isn’t you, Anna. You’re losing focus.”Anna leaned forward, pressing her palms to her face, her fingers trembling slightly. “Nothing’s wrong,” she murmured, her voice muffled against her palms.Jenny softened. “Is something bothering you, dear?” she asked quietly, her tone motherly now. “You can talk to me.”Anna shook her head, but the movement only made the tears well up faster. Her throat tightened painfully. It had been days, but the weight in her chest wouldn’t lift. Ever since that night—since she told

⚠️ Content Warning: This chapter contains a scene of sexual assault attempt and physical violence. Reader discretion is strongly advised. --- “Shake your body to the rhythm of my song!” Anna’s voice burst through the massive concert hall, electric and alive. Her hair shimmered beneath the stage lights as she moved with the music—bold, confident, unstoppable. The crowd roared. The beat pounded through the walls, through hearts, through the air itself. Every note she sang bounced back from a thousand screaming fans. At the front row, Naya and Gina stood frozen, their faces a mix of disbelief and rage. “How come?” Naya muttered under her breath, eyes narrowing. “Am I hallucinating?” “She’s wearing the same boots,” Gina hissed. “The same damn boots we destroyed!” Naya’s throat went dry. “But we cut the heels off. How is she even walking?” “Magic, maybe,” Gina sneered, flipping her sleek blonde hair off her shoulder. “Or luck. Damn, she’s always too lucky.” The two singers—once the