Semua Bab Unbroken: His Ex Wife's Comeback : Bab 81 - Bab 90

The silence dragged, pressing down on the room. Selene stood stiff, her lips trembling, her eyes darting everywhere but his. She could feel his gaze drilling into her, cold and sharp, and her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths.Finally, she let her shoulders sag, her lashes fluttering like she was struggling to keep tears from spilling. Her voice cracked as she whispered, “Dorian… you’re scaring me.”That made him pause. His jaw clenched, his arms folding tight across his chest, but the harsh edge in his eyes flickered.Selene took a shaky step closer, wringing her hands together as if she were frightened of his temper. “You think I would do something like that? To your family? To you?” Her lips quivered, her eyes glassy as she looked up at him. “I thought… I thought you trusted me.”Dorian’s chest rose with a heavy breath. He dragged a hand through his hair, turning away for a second as if fighting with himself. When he looked back at her, the anger had softened into guilt.“Sele

Adrian’s eyes followed the faint smile on her lips. He leaned slightly closer, his voice low but calm.“Do you want to take a little detour before going home?”Leona turned her head, brows drawing together. “A detour?”He nodded. “There’s a place I go when I need to breathe. Quiet, no crowd, just the sound of water and night air.”She studied him for a moment, suspicion flickering in her gaze. “And what makes you think I’d want to go there with you?”Adrian’s lips curved. “Because you smiled just now. And if you let yourself smile once, you can do it again. This time without the weight of today hanging on your shoulders.”Leona exhaled, her eyes narrowing a little, though not unkindly. “You’re persuasive.”“I’ll take that as a yes,” Adrian said smoothly, turning to the driver. “By the riverside. You know the spot.”The driver gave a silent nod, turning the wheel at the next corner.Leona shook her head, almost amused. “You didn’t even wait for my answer.”“I didn’t need to,” Adrian re

The quiet wrapped around them again, soft but no longer heavy. The river kept flowing, steady as if it had all the time in the world. Leona shifted slightly on the bench, tugging Adrian’s jacket closer around her shoulders. She hated that it felt so warm, so grounding.Adrian glanced at her, the corner of his mouth lifting. “We should head back. It’s late.”Leona nodded, though she didn’t move right away. Her eyes lingered on the moonlight over the water, reluctant to leave the calm. Finally, she pushed herself up from the bench. “Yes… we should.”Adrian stood too, brushing a hand over his trousers as though shaking off the night air. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something more, but instead, he walked with her back toward the waiting car.The driver straightened when he saw them, quickly moving to open the back door for Leona. She paused beside it, then turned to Adrian. “Come on. I’ll have him drop you home.”Adrian shook his head lightly, a small smile tugging his l

The moment Leona disappeared through the glass doors, Dorian’s jaw clenched so tightly that the muscle in his cheek ticked. He stood there for a few seconds, staring at the building like he could still see her through it, like he could still make her turn back.But she didn’t.She walked away, head high, not once glancing over her shoulder. That was what burned the most.He exhaled sharply, his hand slipping into his pocket as he turned toward his car. His shoes clicked against the pavement, his every step controlled, but his mind was anything but calm.The driver quickly opened the door, but Dorian waved him off. “I’ll drive myself,” he said flatly.The man hesitated, unsure, but nodded and stepped back.Dorian slid into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut harder than he meant to. The moment the sound echoed through the car, he cursed under his breath and leaned back in his seat. His hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning pale.For a long moment, he didn’t move. He

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime. Dorian stepped out, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor. He looked sharp as always, but the exhaustion behind his eyes gave him away. He had spent the entire night rewriting his pitch deck, convincing himself that today would change everything. But when he entered the meeting room, the mood was already off. Three investors sat waiting, their expressions unreadable. The air smelled faintly of coffee and paper, clean, serious, and cold. “Mr. Dorian,” one of them greeted, standing to shake his hand. “We’ve reviewed your proposal. It’s impressive work.” “Thank you,” Dorian replied smoothly, forcing a smile as he took his seat. “I’m confident this partnership will benefit us both.” Mr. Greene, the oldest investor, cleared his throat and exchanged a quick look with his colleagues. “Before we continue, there’s a… matter we can’t ignore.” Dorian’s stomach sank. “What matter?” Mr. Greene tapped on his tablet and turned it towar