บททั้งหมดของ Unbroken: His Ex Wife's Comeback : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The rest of the day crawled by slower than usual. Leona wrapped up her final call, closed her laptop, and leaned back against her chair. The quiet hum of her office filled the air, blending with the faint ticking of the wall clock.She stared out through the wide glass windows for a moment, the city skyline shimmering under the late-morning sun. Her lips curved slightly. Everything was falling into place, slowly, but surely.With a soft sigh, she rose from her seat, collecting her phone and bag. “Dana,” she called, pressing the intercom button.“Yes, ma’am?”“Cancel my afternoon meetings. I’ll handle them tomorrow.”“Got it,” Dana replied.Leona grabbed her blazer from the chair and slid her arms through it smoothly. She didn’t feel like staying cooped up in the office any longer. Her mind needed a break, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do.Cooking. It was rare these days, but every once in a while, she liked making something for her father herself. The old man always said her

The hallway lights dimmed as Leona made her way upstairs. The house had grown quiet; her father had retired to his study. Leona’s steps were slow but steady. Her heels clicked softly on the polished marble until she reached her bedroom, large, elegant, yet simple. The faint scent of lavender from the candles she’d lit that morning still lingered in the air.She slipped off her jacket, tossing it neatly on the armchair, and walked into the bathroom. Steam soon filled the space as she ran warm water into the tub, adding a few drops of jasmine oil. The scent rose instantly, wrapping around her like silk.As she sank into the bath, her muscles relaxed. The heat eased away the day’s tension, Dorian’s visit, his pleading eyes, his pathetic charm. She tilted her head back, eyes half-closed, letting the soft ripples brush against her skin.Her mind drifted, as it often did when she was alone.She thought of everything that had led her here, the pain, the betrayal, the quiet revenge she was n

The ride back was quiet, the kind of quiet that didn’t need to be filled. The soft hum of the engine and the city lights flashing past the car window were enough to set a calm rhythm.Leona leaned slightly against the seat, her gaze drifting outside. The streets of Crestfall looked gentler at night, the chaos replaced by a faint golden glow from the streetlights, the noise fading into a low murmur.Adrian glanced at her from the driver’s side, the corner of his mouth lifting faintly. “You liked the food?”She nodded, still looking out the window. “I did. It was really good.”He nodded. “I'm glad you did.”The car slowed as they neared her gate, the soft glow of the mansion lights spilling out onto the driveway. The quiet hum of the tires against the smooth road filled the silence between them, a silence that wasn’t awkward, but peaceful.Leona shifted slightly in her seat, glancing at Adrian from the corner of her eye. He looked relaxed, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resti

The morning sun spilled softly through the curtains, painting streaks of light across the cream-colored walls. Selene stretched lazily under the silky sheets, her eyes half open. It had been a while since she planned to visit Dorian’s office. Maybe today she could show her face again, remind everyone who she was.She rolled out of bed with a quiet yawn and slipped into her slippers. The floor was cold under her feet, and she winced slightly. “Ugh, I need to tell the maid to fix that heating,” she muttered, rubbing her arms as she walked into the bathroom.The mirror greeted her with her sleepy reflection, messy hair, puffy eyes, the faint trace of last night’s makeup. “Not my best look,” she whispered, turning on the shower. Warm steam filled the room quickly, wrapping her in a soft haze.As she stepped under the running water, her mind wandered. It had been days since Dorian last spoke to her properly. He had been distant, busy, distracted. He claimed it was business problems, but Se

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the glass walls of Dorian’s company building, giving everything a sleek golden glow. Cars came and went in the driveway as workers moved briskly through the lobby. Inside, the air smelled faintly of fresh coffee and polished wood, the scent of money and power.Selene walked through the entrance with her head held high, every inch of her calm, elegant persona in place. Her skirt hugged her hips, her heels clicked softly against the marble floor, and her bag, a limited edition designer piece, swung gracefully from her arm. No one would ever guess that beneath her smile, her stomach was knotted tight with nerves.It had been hours since the interview at the mansion, and she still couldn’t get Emilia’s calm words out of her head. “I trust her completely.”Those words echoed like a threat.She needed money, fast. And Dorian, sweet, distracted Dorian, would be her way out.“Good afternoon, Ms. Selene,” Dorian’s secretary greeted politely as Selene