Semua Bab Unbroken: His Ex Wife's Comeback : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Leona drove into the company’s parking lot slowly, her hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than usual. Her body was still sore, but her mind was sharper today. She needed to look normal, at least in front of everyone.As soon as she stepped out of her car, she didn’t even get the chance to fix her bag on her shoulder before Dana came rushing toward her.“Ma'am!” Dana’s heels clicked quickly against the pavement, her face full of worry. Without waiting for permission, she wrapped her arms around her boss tightly.Leona stiffened at first, caught off guard, then let out a small laugh. “Dana… I can’t breathe.”Dana pulled back, eyes glossy as if she had been crying earlier. “You scared me yesterday. Do you know how many times I almost drove back to the hospital last night? I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”Leona touched her shoulder softly. “I’m okay now. Really. The doctor said I just need to rest more. Nothing serious.”Dana didn’t look convinced. She crossed her arms and stud

The ride home was quiet, the low hum of the car the only sound filling the space. Leona stared out of the window, the city lights blurring past in streaks of gold and white. Her body was tired, but her mind kept circling around tomorrow’s trip. Stonehaven. The very thought of that city made her chest heavy, but determination sat firm in her heart.When they reached the house, her driver came around to open the door. She stepped out slowly, clutching her bag close to her side. The porch lights glowed warmly against the night sky.Inside, the faint smell of tea drifted through the hall. She found her father in the living room, sitting in his favorite armchair with a cup resting on the table beside him. The television was on low volume, though he seemed more lost in thought than actually watching it.“Leona,” he greeted softly when he saw her, concern shadowing his eyes. “You’re home late.”Leona dropped her bag onto the couch and sank into the seat opposite him. “Work ran longer than I

The night air outside the hospital was cooler than she expected. It brushed against her skin like ice, yet her body felt hot inside, her chest tight with fury. Leona walked quickly across the parking lot, her heels clicking, her jaw clenched so hard it almost hurt.The driver hurried to open the back door of the car for her. She nodded stiffly and slid inside without a word.The door shut behind her, and the world suddenly felt quieter, smaller. Just her and the dim interior light of the car.Her breath came out shaky. She pressed both hands against her thighs, trying to steady herself, but they trembled anyway.“She lied,” Leona whispered, her voice breaking in the silence. “She looked right into my eyes and lied.”Her chest ached as though someone had wrapped a rope around it and pulled tight. She leaned forward, burying her face in her hands. For a moment, all the strength she carried earlier in the doctor’s office vanished. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks, soaking her palms.“Wh

Her mouth went dry, her nails digging into the fabric of her trousers. “Say that name again,” she demanded, her voice sharp.“Emilia,” the man repeated. “Do you know her?”Leona’s throat burned, but no words came out at first. She pressed a hand hard against her chest, forcing herself to breathe. “Yes,” she said finally, her voice cracking. “I know her.”The investigator waited, but Leona said nothing else. Her mind was a storm, memories of Emilia’s cold smiles, her sharp eyes, the way she always looked at Leona like she wasn’t good enough for her son.Her free hand trembled in her lap. “Keep digging,” she managed at last. “Find out how long this has been going on. Every detail. Don’t stop until you know everything.”“You’ll have it,” he promised.Leona ended the call and slowly lowered the phone onto the bed. For a long moment she sat there, staring at nothing, her chest rising and falling in shallow bursts.Emilia.Her breath came out sharp, like a cut. If it was true, if Emilia was

The night air stayed cold on her skin as she sat there under the streetlamp, hugging her knees. Her breath came in sharp pulls, and her chest rose and fell like she had run a race. For a long moment, she let herself cry. She let herself fall apart, because holding it in hurt even more.But slowly, she lifted her head. Her cheeks were wet, her lashes clumped from tears, but there was a fire still there in her eyes. A weak, flickering flame, but alive all the same.Leona wiped her face with the back of her hand and pushed herself up from the ground. Her knees wobbled, but she stood. She would not stay down. Not for them. Not for anyone.She pressed a hand against her stomach, the emptiness sharp, then lowered it again, her jaw tight. “No more,” she whispered to herself. “They won’t see me broken. Not again.”Behind her, the Private investigator  shifted his weight, his voice low. “You need a ride? I can call someone.”Leona turned her head slowly, her hair sticking to her damp chee