Todos los capítulos de Unbroken: His Ex Wife's Comeback : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

The flash of cameras still burned at the edge of Leona’s vision as she stepped out of the main hall, her award gleaming in her hand. The polished marble floor of the lobby reflected her every step, the click of her heels sharp, steady, untouchable.Reporters clustered near the ropes outside, their voices blending into a wave of questions and shouts. Guards kept them at bay, but their flashes lit the glass doors as if she carried fire in her palms.Her driver waited by the car parked at the edge of the carpet. The black vehicle shone under the golden lights of the entrance.“Ms. Leona, this way,” an attendant said, bowing slightly as he opened the path for her.Leona nodded once, her face calm, her grip on the award firm.But before she reached the car, a familiar voice called behind her.“Leona!”She turned her head slightly. Adrian was weaving through a small crowd of suited men, his own award tucked under his arm. His tie was loose now, his smile easy but his steps quick, like he di

The morning sun spilled across Leona’s room, painting soft gold lines over the walls. She stirred slowly, her lashes fluttering before her eyes blinked open. For a few moments she just lay still, the silence warm around her. The award still sat proudly on the dresser, its golden shine catching the sunlight.Leona stretched her arms above her head, a small sigh leaving her lips. For once, waking up didn’t feel heavy.She pushed herself out of bed, padded across the soft rug, and went straight to the bathroom. After a splash of cool water to her face and brushing through her hair, she slipped into a cream blouse and fitted trousers. She kept her jewelry light, only a thin chain around her neck.When she stepped out into the hallway, the smell of coffee and toast reached her.At the dining table, her father was already seated, glasses perched low on his nose as he scanned through the morning paper. A cup of steaming coffee rested beside him.“Good morning, Dad,” Leona said, her voice cal

In the hallway, the air felt cooler, still. She walked back toward her room, the soft pad of her feet echoing faintly. Her mind wasn’t calm, though her face showed no sign of it. Inside, the name Emilia repeated like a quiet drumbeat.By the time she reached her room, she was resolved. Selene wanted to taunt her, wanted to drag her into a show. Fine. She would walk into that show, but not as a victim.As she closed her door and leaned against it, her eyes flicked to the award gleaming on her dresser. Her lips curved into the faintest smile.“They’ll see,” she whispered to herself.Then she crossed the room, set the invitation down beside the award, and let the two sit side by side, one symbol of her victory, the other of her unfinished war.***The sun was barely climbing when Leona stirred awake. A pale glow slipped through the curtains, soft and golden, washing the room in light. She sat up slowly, her hair tumbling around her shoulders, and rubbed a hand across her eyes.The invita

The next morning broke clear, sunlight spilling through the tall curtains of Leona’s room. She rose early, her movements unhurried, precise, as though she had already mapped out the day. By the time she stepped out of her black car in front of her company, workers were already filing in, voices low, greetings warm but cautious.“Good morning, Miss Leona,” one of the assistants said, bowing her head slightly.Leona’s heels clicked against the marble as she entered, her gaze sweeping the lobby. “Good morning,” she replied, her tone polite but cool.She passed the reception desk, where another staffer straightened quickly. “Congratulations again, Miss Leona.”Leona gave a faint nod, nothing more.When the private elevator doors slid open on her floor, Dana was already leaning against the wall near her office, arms folded, tablet in hand.“You’re early,” Leona observed, stepping out.Dana smirked. “I knew you’d say that.” She fell into step beside her, as she opened the door. “Besides, I

The day of the party dawned warm and bright, the sky brushed with pale gold as the city slowly came alive. In her bedroom, Leona stood before her tall mirror, calm and collected. The pale silk of her gown flowed like water, every fold chosen with care. It wasn’t loud or glittering; it didn’t need to be. The simple cut hugged her waist and framed her shoulders, elegant enough to hush any room she walked into.She clasped a pair of diamond studs to her ears, the only sparkle she allowed herself, and smoothed back a stray lock of hair. Her reflection stared back at her, composed, unbothered, unreadable.The invitation still lay on the corner of her dresser, half hidden beneath a book. She didn’t look at it again. She didn’t need to.When the black car rolled to a stop outside the estate, Leona’s gaze drifted over the sprawling mansion. Balloons in pastel shades framed the gates, and the faint sound of children’s laughter carried on the breeze. Guests streamed inside, dressed in their be