All Chapters of Unbroken: His Ex Wife's Comeback : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Leona leaned back in the car seat, letting the hum of the engine fill the quiet space. She kept her eyes on the passing trees, their leaves fluttering lightly in the morning breeze. For a moment, the silence between her and her father felt heavy, weighted with the memory of her mother, but also comforting in its own way.Finally, she turned toward him. “Father…” she began, her voice soft. “I… I think I want to stop somewhere on the way back. You don’t need to come with me. Really.”Her father glanced at her, the faintest crease forming between his brows. “Stop somewhere?” he asked carefully, his hands still resting on the wheel.“Yes,” she said, fingers tightening slightly around the strap of her purse. “You can go back to the house and rest. I’ll be fine on my own for a while.” She forced a small, calm smile, though her chest still felt heavy. “It’s… just something I need to do.”He regarded her silently for a moment, then gave a slow nod. “Alright,” he said finally. “I understand. I

The drive back to the main house felt longer than usual. Leona sat quietly at the back, her fingers brushing the smooth edge of her mother’s letter inside her purse. Every word replayed in her mind like a slow whisper.Do not trust Selene too easily.Her jaw clenched. Her mother had seen it. She had felt it all those years ago, and no one listened.When the car finally pulled into the estate, Butler James was already waiting outside, just as he always did. His posture was straight, his face kind but alert.He hurried to open the door. “Miss Leona,” he said warmly. “You’re back earlier than I expected. How was the visit?”Leona stepped out, her heels clicking softly against the gravel. The afternoon light painted her face in soft gold, but there was a shadow in her eyes. “It was… peaceful,” she said after a pause. “And quiet.”James nodded gently, his gaze full of understanding. “Your mother would be proud. She always said you were her mirror.”Leona’s lips curved faintly. “Maybe,” she

Leona dropped her bag on the chair and shut her bedroom door with her foot. The room felt too quiet again. The kind of quiet that made her thoughts run faster than she wanted.She pulled her hair loose and sat on the edge of her bed. Her laptop sat on her desk, waiting. She rubbed her palms over her face once, then pushed herself up and crossed the room.“Okay,” she murmured to herself.She opened the laptop, the soft glow brushing her face. Her shoulders eased a little as she clicked on the folder she had created days ago. The resort plan. Her small dream. She clicked through everything she had worked on the past week: the land value, the owners, the map she drew by hand, the list of workers she trusted, the architect she liked, even the mood boards. She looked at it all again, just to be sure.Then she started typing the message for Adrian.She kept it simple, straight to the point, letting the file attachments do the real talking. Before she hit send, she took a small breath, stea

Selene drove home with her fingers wrapped tight around the steering wheel. Her knuckles turned white from how hard she gripped it. Her jaw kept clenching, then unclenching, then clenching again. Her heart pounded so hard against her ribs she almost felt dizzy. The words Leona threw at her kept replaying in her head, over and over, like a recording she couldn't stop.Get out. Don't come back.Security will drag you out.Each word felt like a slap. Each word made her angrier.Selene pressed her foot harder on the gas. The car picked up speed. She didn't care. She needed to get home. She needed to fix this before it got worse.By the time she reached the house, she had already fixed her lie in her mind. Every word. Every pause. Every emotion she would show. She knew exactly what to say and how to say it.She stepped out of the car fast, slammed the door harder than she meant to, and walked inside with her shoulders tight and her breathing heavy.Dorian was in the living room. He sat on

NEXT DAYAdrian stood outside her office, leaning lightly against the wall. The early morning sun hit his face, but it didn’t hide the way his eyes followed the door. He had that look, calm, controlled, but with something soft hidden beneath, like he’d been thinking about her all night.The door opened, and she stepped out, coffee in hand. She froze for a moment when their eyes met. He didn’t move. Just watched. And something in that look made her heart skip.“Morning,” he said, voice low, just above a whisper.“Morning,” she replied, trying to sound casual, but her hand tightened around the coffee cup.He smiled faintly, tilting his head. “Couldn’t sleep,” he admitted, stepping a bit closer. “Thought I might see you first thing.”Her chest tightened. “Really?” she asked, but her voice faltered.“Yeah,” he said, leaning slightly, enough that the heat from him brushed against her arm. His presence was warm, steady, impossible to ignore.She looked away for a second, telling herself to