บททั้งหมดของ Dumped Her Ex, Married A Secret Billionaire: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Eleanor was silent for a moment, a bitter smile touching her lips."He needs time.""He's had more than enough time!" Cecilia cut in, her voice tight with barely suppressed anger.Eleanor didn't reply. Instead, she picked up the bowl she had set down earlier, her eyes fixed on its contents. She began stirring the congee slowly, round and round.Seeing her friend's passive resignation made Cecilia's chest constrict. It was enough to make her feel dizzy with frustration all over again.She took several deep breaths, but it did little to quell her agitation.Her voice rose despite herself. "And what about you? What are you going to do? Just pretend nothing happened?"Eleanor gave a self-deprecating laugh, her hand never ceasing its circular motion."You know how it is. There's never a shortage of women around Beck. He'll let me go eventually."Cecilia didn't move, her gaze stubbornly fixed on Eleanor's face, her brow furrowed deeper.“So you’re just going to let them treat you like this?

Later, as Liam and Beck walked side by side back to the ward, they hadn't even reached the doorway when they saw Robin standing outside, looking grave.Liam was about to ask what was wrong when Robin immediately raised a hand, signaling for silence, and gestured toward the room.Both men tensed instantly, striding forward almost in unison to peer through the door’s observation window.Inside, the two women were fast asleep, lying side by side, bodies curled slightly, knees gently touching.The position looked a little awkward, as if they’d just squeezed together casually, yet there was a strange harmony to it.An unconscious smile touched Liam’s lips, his eyes softening with unmistakable tenderness.Beck stared at Eleanor’s sleeping face too, the usual hardness in his expression melting away, something complex stirring in his gaze.Robin, meanwhile, watched his younger brother closely.Seeing the tension of the past few days finally ease from Liam’s face, he let out a quiet breath of

The next morning, nearly everyone's phone screens were dominated by the same blazing red trending headline:MT Group Heiress Cecilia Martin and Edward Martin Share No Blood Relation--Suspected to be the Result of Ex-Wife Kristin Martin's Extramarital Affair!Attached below was an unblurred DNA report.The cold, clinical numbers laid bare before the public eye left no room for denial.Edward sat alone in his study, the glow of the computer screen reflecting off his expressionless face.Only his eyes held a hint of emotion, cold as ice.He stared at the headline, his fingers tightening silently on the edge of the desk.From the hallway came the faint sound of footsteps—measured, deliberate—click, click, click.They stopped just outside the door.A soundless, cold smirk tugged at the corner of Edward's mouth.He picked up the glass of water beside him, turning it idly in his hand.Then, without warning, his arm snapped forward—Crash!The cup hurtled against the door, shattering with a p

Cecilia returned to the apartment in silence, moving like an empty shell as she mechanically walked into the bedroom and locked the door behind her.She leaned against the cool wood of the door, her body sliding slowly down until she was curled on the floor, knees pulled tightly to her chest as if clinging to the last bit of warmth inside her."Cecilia?" Liam's voice came from the other side. "Do you need some water? Or...maybe something to eat?"She heard him, but she couldn't bring herself to speak or make a sound. Instead, she buried her face deeper into her knees.A brief silence lingered outside before Liam's calm, steady voice returned."I'll be right out here. Whenever you need me, I'm not going anywhere."He didn't press further.She heard no footsteps walking away—only the quiet reassurance that he was there, separated from her by nothing more than a thin door.Cecilia closed her eyes and took a slow, deep breath.Her chest felt knotted, tangled up with the ugliness of the he

These days, Eleanor had turned herself into an island.She holed up in her apartment, even calling in sick to work. She didn't want to move, didn't want to think. She just wanted to bury herself under the duvet and let sleep swallow everything whole.More often than not, she'd sleep until noon. Waking up, she'd just lie there, eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling, wondering why she'd woken at all, before slowly drifting back into a heavy, dreamless slumber.But today was different.A jarring doorbell shattered her routine.Ding-dong— Ding-dong—Still asleep, Eleanor curled tighter, yanking the duvet over her head.Beck had her passcode; he never rang the bell. And besides him, who else would even come?Probably got the wrong apartment, she thought.She rolled over, burying her face deeper into the pillow, intent on ignoring it.But the doorbell was insistent, ringing again and again, the intervals growing shorter, more frantic.Annoyed, she scowled and grabbed the pillow, clampin