All Chapters of Unbroken: His Ex Wife's Comeback : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The plane touched down in Crestfall City with a soft jolt, pulling Leona out of the daze she’d been in for most of the flight. She hadn’t slept much, her eyes burning as she blinked at the cabin lights. Her heart felt heavy, but there was no room to crumble now. Not here, not yet. She tugged her coat closer around her shoulders, trying to shield herself from the storm inside.When the plane doors opened, she pulled her small suitcase from the overhead compartment and walked out with the crowd. The noise of the airport hit her at once, people calling out, the shuffle of feet, the echo of rolling bags. Leona kept her head down and walked straight to the exit.As soon as she stepped outside, her eyes caught a man in a dark suit holding up a small white card with her name neatly written on it.The driver lowered the card when their eyes met and walked toward her. “Miss Leona?” His voice was polite, steady.Leona nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yes, that’s me.”He reached for her suitcase

The afternoon light streamed through the tall glass windows of Leona’s office, painting the floor with soft golden lines. She sat at her desk, eyes locked on the screen in front of her, though she hadn’t read a single word of the document she’d been staring at for the last ten minutes. Her pen tapped softly against the table, a steady rhythm that betrayed the restlessness bubbling inside her.A knock came on the door. Without waiting, Dana stepped in, a slim folder pressed against her chest. “Ma’am.” she said, her voice calm and clipped, the way she always carried herself. “It’s almost time. Your meeting with Mr. Harrington at the restaurant is at three. I’ve already arranged for the driver to take you there.”Leona blinked out of her daze and straightened in her chair. She set the pen down slowly and reached for the folder Dana extended. “Right. Harrington.” Her voice was firm, though inside she still felt the heaviness pressing against her ribs.“Yes,” Dana replied with a small nod

The phone was still warm in her hand when a light knock sounded on the office door.“Come in,” Leona called, setting the device down.Dana stepped inside, a stack of papers tucked neatly in her arm and a sharp look on her face. She always had that air about her, like she’d read everything, calculated everything, and was only waiting for Leona to make the final strike.“Perfect timing,” Leona said, smoothing the crease in her skirt as she sat straighter. “What do you have for me?”Dana crossed the room, her heels quiet against the carpet, and placed the folder on Leona’s desk. “Something big,” she said simply, her tone carrying that weight she reserved for serious matters.Leona’s brows arched slightly. “Go on.”“It’s a foreign project,” Dana began, flipping open the folder and turning it toward her. Pages of reports, projections, and company logos spread across the desk. “A multinational group, Valente Global. They’ve announced they’re looking for one firm to handle their entry into C

FEW MINUTES LATERSilence hung in the office for a long second, the kind of silence that carried Selene’s smug laughter even after she was gone.Dana still stood by the door, one hand pressed flat against her chest like she had been holding her breath the entire time. Her wide eyes flicked to Leona’s face. “I’m so sorry, Ma'am. I—I tried to stop her, but she just...” She tried apologizing again.Leona raised a hand, stopping her mid-sentence. She didn’t trust her own voice yet. Her palm pressed against the edge of the desk, fingers digging into the wood to ground herself.“She just barged in like she owned the place,” Dana muttered, her tone laced with frustration. “The nerve... coming here, flaunting her lies in front of you.”Leona didn't ask how Dana heard what Selene had said, because she knew that she must have been right outside the door, incase things got out of hand.Leona finally let out a long breath. She straightened her back, tugged the cuffs of her blazer as though smooth

DAYS LATERThe city was painted in shades of gold as the evening sun dipped behind tall glass towers. From the back seat of her car, Leona watched the streets slide by, her expression calm but unreadable. The driver’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror once, waiting for her signal.“Straight to the boutique,” she said softly.“Yes, ma’am.”Traffic hummed around them, horns blaring, but inside the car it was quiet. Leona sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap, her nails painted a soft nude that caught the light each time her fingers shifted. Her thoughts were already ahead of her, on the gala, on the people she would see, on the eyes that would follow her.When the car slowed to a smooth stop, she looked up at the glowing boutique entrance. Elegant glass doors reflected the warm lights inside. Dana was already there, standing just outside, a phone in one hand and a folder tucked under her arm.Leona stepped out, heels clicking against the pavement. Dana turned quickly, her serio