All Chapters of Unbroken: His Ex Wife's Comeback : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

MORNINGThe sun was still low when Leona stepped out of her hotel room. The hallway was quiet and smelled like clean floors and soft lavender spray. She held her tablet in one hand and the rolled survey plan in the other. Her steps were steady even though she had slept late.Outside, a soft breeze brushed her hair. Workers were already moving around at the open field a short drive from the hotel. Their voices carried in the air, mixed with the sound of trucks backing up and tools clinking.Leona stood at the edge of the site for a moment. The land stretched wide, green and open, with trees gathered at the far end. The sky was light blue with a few clouds drifting slow. For the first time in a long while, she felt something new lift inside her chest. A quiet kind of hope.One engineer walked up to her with a polite nod. He was tall, middle aged, and wore a yellow helmet.“Good morning, Miss Sterling,” he said. “We are about to start marking the boundaries. Do you want to check the plan

Leona sat on the edge of the hotel bed with the files spread out in front of her. Her laptop glowed on the sheets. The soft hum of the AC filled the room. Outside, the night was quiet. No cars. No voices. Just still air.Her thumb hovered over the send button for a long moment before she finally pressed it.Leona: I sent the files.She let the phone drop beside her leg. Her shoulders eased a little. The room felt too big, even though the walls were close. She took a slow breath and touched the corner of one of the old folders. The paper smelled like dust and years that had gone by too fast.Her phone buzzed.Adrian: I got them. I will start tonight.She stared at the message longer than she should have. Her chest felt strange, tight in a warm way. She rubbed the back of her neck and typed again before she changed her mind.Leona: Thank you again.There was a pause. A long one. She waited, eyes fixed on the screen like it could tell her something hidden.Then it lit up.Adrian: Goodnig

Adrian reached home late that night. The sky was dark, the road empty, and the inside of his apartment felt colder than usual. He loosened his tie as he walked in, let out a slow breath, and dropped his keys on the table. He had planned to shower and sleep right away. His head was still heavy from everything he had learned about Leona’s mother. He could still see her face when he told her the truth. That lost look in her eyes had followed him home.He sat at his desk and opened his laptop, planning to write a short report before bed. Only a short one. Just the basics. It should have been simple. It wasn’t.As he clicked through the documents tied to Dorian’s company, mainly because he wanted to distract himself, he saw something strange. It was a number at the bottom of a report, almost hidden. A code. A string of numbers he had never seen before.Adrian leaned closer.“What is this?” he muttered.He tapped the screen with his finger, frowning. He typed the number into the company’s i

Dorian’s hand tightened on Selene’s, but it felt like habit, not comfort. His eyes were fixed on the doctor, dark and sharp.“What do you mean it doesn’t match?” he asked again, slower this time. A cold edge sat under his voice.The doctor hesitated, flipping the chart open again as if the numbers might change. “Your son’s blood type is O-negative. It is a rare type. Your blood is A-positive. You can’t be a match for O-negative.”Dorian stared at him like he didn’t understand English.Selene swallowed. Hard. “So… so what does that mean?” Her voice shook.The doctor looked at her first, then at Dorian. He spoke gently, careful, like the truth could cut them both. “It means only you can donate to him, ma’am. Sir… you can’t. You are not a biological match.”Selene’s mouth fell open. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe.Dorian didn’t move. His face didn’t change. He looked carved from stone. Then he let go of her hand.Selene felt the loss of that grip like someone had pulled a floor

HOURS LATERThe lobby was quiet, almost too quiet. The sterile smell of antiseptic mixed with the faint scent of flowers from the reception desk. Sunlight poured through the large windows, catching on the polished floor and bouncing into the tense faces of the two people standing near the elevators.Dorian leaned against the marble railing, arms crossed, eyes narrowing at Selene. He looked tire, anger and disbelief pulling at his sharp features. “You’re serious? You want to hold a press conference? Now?” His voice was low, harsh, but contained an undercurrent of panic he couldn’t hide.Selene’s lips pressed into a firm line. She refused to meet his eyes, glancing down at her hands clasped in front of her. “Yes. We need to control the story before it spreads any further. The tabloids are already sniffing around. If we don’t, it will get worse. It’s better if we say it ourselves.”Dorian’s hands clenched into fists. “Selene… you can’t just decide this on your own. You’re not allowed to