บททั้งหมดของ Unbroken: His Ex Wife's Comeback : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

FEW MINUTES LATERThe office was quiet again, the sound of typing and faint chatter floating from the open floor. Leona sat behind her desk, the soft hum of her computer filling the silence. Her eyes were on the screen, but her mind was still replaying that ugly exchange with Selene.She leaned back in her chair, pressing a finger to her temple. “Why does she always come here?” she muttered under her breath. “Does she really think I’ll ever forget what she did?”A sigh escaped her lips, long and tired. Outside her office door, she could hear a few of her staff moving around, papers shuffling, phones ringing, but none of it really reached her. Her world had shrunk down to that one thought. Selene’s smirk. Dorian’s lies. Ten years of her life wasted on betrayal.Leona picked up her pen and began tapping it on her desk. “She’s just the same,” she whispered. “Loud, proud, and foolish. Still doesn’t know she’s living off scraps.”She stopped tapping and smiled faintly. The kind of smile th

The morning sun barely touched the glass walls of Wolfe Industries when Adrian walked into his office. The air was sharp with the smell of fresh coffee and paper, the kind of morning that promised a long day.He placed his phone on the desk and loosened his tie slightly. His office looked spotless, as always: dark wood panels, silver frames, and wide windows that stretched across the city. Calm. Controlled. Everything in its place. Except, maybe, his mood.“Mr. Wolfe?”His assistant, stood at the door holding a stack of folders. She was neat, precise, the only one who could keep up with him.“Morning,” he said, rubbing his jaw. “You’re early.”“You’re earlier,” she replied, setting the folders down. “The board meeting is at ten. Mr. Keaton has been calling since seven.”Adrian’s brow lifted slightly. “Keaton can wait. He’s been nervous since the partnership talks failed.”She gave a careful nod. “Still, he said it’s urgent. Something about new numbers from the finance department.”He s

Leona tilted her head slightly, meeting his eyes across the table. “What do you mean?”Adrian didn’t answer right away. His thumb brushed the edge of his glass as he looked down at the table for a second, then back up at her. “You said it’s just dinner,” he said quietly. “But I don’t think either of us really believes that.”Her breath hitched a little, but she masked it with a small laugh. “You’re reading too much into things.”He smiled faintly. “Maybe. Or maybe I just notice things.”Leona leaned back in her chair, her tone light but careful. “Like what?”He hesitated, his gaze steady on her face. “Like how you look at me sometimes,” he said softly. “Like you want to say something but don’t.”Her fingers froze mid-movement, resting on her wine glass. The air between them suddenly felt heavier.“That’s quite an observation,” she said after a beat.He gave a quiet chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m good at observing. Comes with the job.”Leona smiled, but there was something

The next morning came slower than usual. The sunlight that crept into Leona’s room was soft and golden, but she didn’t feel like getting up right away. Today was her mother’s death anniversary.She stared at the ceiling for a while before finally sitting up. Her chest felt heavy, not with sadness exactly, just the weight of old memories pressing quietly at the edges of her heart.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. A message from Dana.Dana: I found the hospital and room number. He’s in St. Raphael’s. Room 205. Are you sure about this?Leona read it twice, then placed the phone back down. She wasn’t sure why she’d decided to go see him. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe she wanted to see the look on his face when she walked in.Either way, she was going.She got up, pulled her robe tighter, and walked to the window. The sky was pale blue, calm, like the day didn’t know what she was planning.After a shower, she dressed in a black dress that stopped at her knees and tied her hair neatly be

The drive home was quiet. Leona leaned her head back against the seat, her eyes half-closed as the city rolled by. The streets looked normal, people going about their day, unaware that her morning had been anything but. When the car pulled up in front of the Gates family mansion, she took a deep breath before stepping out. Butler James was already at the door, his hands clasped neatly behind him, his gray hair glinting in the sunlight.“Welcome back, Miss Leona,” he said with a small smile.“Thank you, James,” she replied softly, handing him her purse. “Is Father ready?”“Yes, ma’am. He’s waiting in the study. The flowers you ordered are already in the car.”“Perfect.” She nodded and walked through the grand foyer, her heels clicking lightly against the marble floor. The house felt heavier than usual today, like the walls remembered, too.When she entered the study, her father was standing by the window, his posture straight as ever. He had aged since her mother’s passing, though he