Rebirth Of The Billionarie Ex Wife의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 106

Anna POV The kitchen was warm, filled with the golden light of a dying afternoon. I leaned against the doorframe, watching Hae-Jae. His brow was furrowed in concentration, a small army of poorly julienned carrots on the cutting board before him."Admiring your handiwork?" I asked.He jumped, then shot me a look. "They're rustic.""I think the word you're looking for is 'victimized'." I pushed off the doorframe and walked over, my socked feet quiet on the tiles. I reached for the knife. "Here. Let the professional show you."He relinquished it with a sigh, his fingers brushing mine. A simple touch, but it sent a familiar, warm current up my arm. "They never look like this when you do it.""That's because I possess a mystical, ancient power called 'knife skills'." I took a fresh carrot and began, the steady thump-thump-thump a quiet rhythm in our kitchen. Our kitchen. The thought still sent a little thrill through me.He moved behind me, his chin hooking over my shoulder, his arms wrap

Anna POV The soft glow of the phone screen seemed to burn in the darkness long after it faded. It's important. Those two words, so seemingly benign, were a masterclass in manipulation. They were a hook, expertly baited with ambiguity and urgency. I knew Hae-Jae would feel their pull the moment he saw them.He stirred beside me, a deep, sleepy murmur, and instinctively pulled me closer. His body was a furnace of sleep and spent passion, completely unaware of the fresh crack that had just appeared in our foundation. I lay rigid in his arms, my mind racing, tracing frantic, fearful paths. What could be so important? A real crisis? Or just the usual, engineered drama designed to reel him back in?Sleep was impossible. Every minute that ticked by on the glowing clock felt like a countdown. When the first grey light of dawn finally began to bleed through the blinds, I carefully, slowly, extracted myself from his embrace. He didn't stir, lost in a depth of sleep the text message would soon

Anna POV The car ride home was a mausoleum of silence. The only sounds were the hum of the engine and the occasional, jarringly cheerful voice from the radio before Hae-Jae reached over and snapped it off. He kept his eyes fixed on the road, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. I stared out the passenger window, watching the city blur past, seeing nothing.The moment we stepped into the apartment, the tension solidified, filling the space we usually called our sanctuary."I'm going to make some tea," I said, my voice unnaturally loud in the quiet. I needed a task, something to do with my hands."Okay," he replied, his tone flat. He didn't move from the doorway, just watched me walk to the kitchen.I filled the kettle, the rush of water the only sound. I could feel his gaze on my back."So that's it?" he finally said. "You're just not going to talk to me?"I set the kettle down on the stove with a thud and turned to face him. "What do you want me to say, Hae-Jae? You've made your