บททั้งหมดของ A Wife For Seven Days : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Soft golden light spilled over the grand hall of Aurelius Hotel, catching on the mirrored columns.A symphony quartet played a low, sophisticated tune from the corner, their notes threading through the hum of conversation like silk.Tables draped in deep navy fabric and crowned with a modest but elegant centerpiece: white roses in slender crystal vases. Name cards, wine glasses, and neatly folded napkins waited patiently for the distinguished guests who would soon fill the room.At the far end, a media barricade had been erected. Reporters clustered like eager birds, cameras flashing in relentless bursts as high-profile vehicles began to arrive.The chatter intensified with each arrival, voices merging into a steady buzz.Xander's car rolled to a smooth stop at the red-carpeted entrance. The moment Xander stepped out, the cool night air caught the edge of his coat, giving him an effortless presence that turned heads without needing words.Cameras immediately pivoted toward him. The ai

Tatiana’s gaze lingered on the grand entrance of the Aurelius Hall ahead as their car slowed down. Through the tinted glass of the car window, she could see the crowd gathered—reporters clustered at the barricades, photographers jockeying for better angles, flashes popping like tiny bursts of lightning. Her fingers trembled lightly against the purse resting on her lap. It was subtle—barely noticeable to anyone—but Liam saw it. He had always been observant like that. Liam had trained her for this moment, molding her into someone who could navigate ruthless business circles, icy stares, and strategic games. But love and unfinished emotions were different beasts altogether. This wasn’t just any event. This was the night she would face him again—the man she once loved, the man who had condemned her without hesitation. He’d spent enough time with her to recognize the silent war behind it. His jaw tightened slightly, worry settling like a thin shadow across his face. His eyes fo

All her enemies gathered in one place, separated only by tables and ambitions. The hall itself seemed to conspire to spotlight them. She walked ahead like a current surging through their bodies. Though she didn’t turn her head to look at each of them, she felt their gazes like pricks on her skin. Their expressions — surprise, curiosity, veiled hostility — were exactly what she had imagined countless times. But nothing would be sweeter than the moment they finally saw her face. The murmur of the hall had barely settled when a new pair of figures detached themselves from the gathering near the left wing. Heads turned again as Noah and Ingrid glided towards Liam and Tatiana. The Michelles were well known — old money, city power, and a social presence that commanded respect. Their entrance carried the quiet arrogance of people who believed they belonged at the center of every room. And tonight, they approached carelessly, as though the ground itself would part to accommoda

Tatiana let the silence linger deliberately. Her hand rose slowly, elegantly, to the edge of the mask. Then, with one smooth motion, she peeled the mask away. Then her face emerged. The entire hall froze. Her face—those contours, that unmistakable jawline, the delicate cheekbones catching the light like a ghost stepping into the present. But it was her eyes that struck the room silent: glittering, sharp. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Reporters, high-society guests—every breath seemed to catch at once. Not just her beauty alone, but her face clicked in the memory of those who knew her before. Time fractured into a single stunned heartbeat. Xander’s hands came out of his pockets involuntarily. His eyes widened, locking onto Tatiana's face as he couldn’t trust what he was seeing. Selena’s hand which as looping around his arm, instantly loosened, her confidence draining away. Her lips parted soundlessly, and then she fumbled. “Ta… Ta–” she stuttered

Xander walked toward his car in rigid silence. The evening air bit against his skin, but he barely felt it. Behind him, David hurried to keep up. “Xander!” David called, his voice laced with shock. Why did he suddenly bust out of the hall as if something was pursuing him. “Xander, wait up!” Xander didn’t stop. He reached the sleek black car, pulled the door open with a sharp motion, and slid into the driver’s seat. The slam of the door echoed like a gavel and David knew his mood bad. David circled quickly and climbed into the other seat, still catching his breath but unfortunately, the car took off with an honest speed before he could take hold of his breath. Inside the car, the dim overhead light briefly illuminated Xander’s face. His jaw was clenched so tightly that the muscle along his cheek twitched visibly. He stared straight ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel as though the wheel was his lifetime problem. "Okay, I won't say that you are angry because