Todos os capítulos de Divorcing Mr CEO : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

The evening settled over the Harrington mansion like a heavy blanket. The tall iron gates gleamed under the security lights, and the fountain in the center of the compound sparkled softly. Inside, warmth filled every corner of the luxurious home.Mrs. Harrington hummed a gentle tune as she tucked Bernard into bed. The boy's room was painted in soft blues and whites, with shelves lined with toy cars and stuffed animals. A small nightlight shaped like a rocket ship glowed in the corner."Mummy, can you read me a story?" Bernard asked, his big eyes looking up at her hopefully.She smiled and brushed his hair back. "Of course, sweetheart. Which one?""The one about the brave knight!"Mrs. Harrington reached for the book on the nightstand and began reading. Her voice was soft and soothing, painting pictures of castles and dragons in the boy's imagination. Within minutes, Bernard's eyelids grew heavy, and soon he was fast asleep.She kissed his forehead gently, turned off the main light, an

The next morning came softly, like a gentle visitor. The sun rose slowly behind the tall curtains of the room, and its warm light pressed through the spaces between the fabric. The golden rays spread across the floor first, moving like quiet waves, then climbed up the wall and rested gently on Lira’s face. The warmth touched her cheeks, and her eyes twitched at the sudden brightness. With that small touch of sunlight, Lira stirred on the bed. Her fingers moved first, then her legs shifted a little under the wrapper. Slowly, her eyes began to open, but as soon as they did, a sharp and steady headache rushed through her head. She winced and brought one hand to her forehead. The pain made her breathing slow and uneven, and an uncomfortable feeling rose from her stomach. Her mouth fell open slightly as nausea kicked in. She tried to relax, but it only grew stronger. She pulled the soft wrapper off her body, revealing her short, silky nightie that hugged her figure gently. The cool air t

The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of Barrister Harrington's study. The room looked nothing like it usually did. Papers were scattered across the mahogany desk. An empty whiskey bottle lay on its side near the edge. The leather chair was pushed back at an odd angle, as if someone had stood up in a hurry and never bothered to fix it.Barrister Harrington sat slumped in that same chair now, his tie loosened and his shirt wrinkled. His eyes were red and swollen from lack of sleep. Dark circles hung beneath them like shadows. His hair, usually combed perfectly, stuck up in several directions.He hadn't slept at all.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw those photographs. Bernard at school. His wife at the grocery store. Their house at night. Someone had been watching them. Following them. Studying their every move.And he knew exactly who was behind it.Serena.He stared at the photographs spread across his desk. Each one felt like a knife to his chest. His hands tremb

The evening had settled over the city like a thick blanket. Inside Bernard's school auditorium, rows of folding chairs were filled with parents, grandparents, and excited children waiting for the annual school play to begin.The stage was decorated with painted cardboard castles and paper trees. Colorful lights hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over everything. The air smelled faintly of popcorn from the concession stand in the lobby and the nervous energy of children about to perform.Barrister Harrington sat in the third row beside his wife. Mrs. Harrington held the program in her hands, reading through the list of performers with a proud smile. She was dressed elegantly in a navy blue dress, her hair styled beautifully. She looked happy. Excited.The barrister, on the other hand, looked like a man attending his own funeral.His suit was wrinkled despite his wife ironing it that morning. His tie sat crooked. Dark circles hung under his eyes, and his jaw was tight with tensi

Back at the Blackwood mansion, Damian stood in the kitchen preparing a light snack for Lira. The morning sun poured through the large windows, filling the room with warmth. He arranged sliced fruit on a plate with careful precision, adding a small bowl of yogurt on the side.His phone sat on the counter beside him, face up. He glanced at it occasionally while he worked, but his mind was focused entirely on Lira and the baby.Everything else could wait.He picked up the tray and began walking toward the stairs when his phone suddenly rang. The sound cut through the peaceful silence like a knife.He stopped and looked back. The screen displayed "Mother" in bold letters.His brow furrowed slightly. His mother rarely called him directly. She usually sent messages or had staff relay information. A phone call meant something important. Or urgent.He set the tray down on the counter and grabbed his phone, swiping to answer."Mother?""Damian." Her voice came through broken and shaking. He co