บททั้งหมดของ Divorce ?... That's Foreplay : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Marcel's POV "She just boarded the flight. She’s on her way home," Michael’s driver confirmed.I was still at the hotel. At this point it was better she left without me. I knew Aria—she would only go if she thought I was gone too."Make sure she gets home to her daughter," I said before ending the call.As always, I had people watching Hope. And now, people would be watching Aria until she was safely home. I've already texted Edward to double the security around her house."You know you’re being paranoid, One Visit from your mother shouldn't mean anything" Michael’s voice cut through my thoughts."Better paranoid than unprepared, and it definitely means everything" I muttered, reaching for my laptop. My eyes scanned the papers on the screen—the same ones I’d been trying to perfect all week. The same ones Aria saw me walking on this morning .King Enterprise…After Dad died, his thirty-five percent had gone to me, added to my thirty. Sixty-five percent. Enough to hold the crown and

Aria’s POVWhat the hell…Hope ran past me before I could even move. Straight to Marcel. Bouncing and Beaming.Marcel dropped to one knee in front of her, his expression softening in a way that made my chest ache.“Your shoes are pretty,” he said gently.“Thank you,” Hope replied, and before I could stop her, she fell into his arms. He caught her easily, holding her like she belonged there—like he’d been waiting years for that single moment. He kissed her cheek, closed his eyes, and just… breathed her in.I should be mad. Furious, even. She wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers, let alone hug them. But as I watched the two of them—her tiny arms around his neck, his hands steady on her back—I couldn’t move. My heart felt too full.“You’re early… it starts by two,” Hope said when she finally pulled back, still smiling.“I thought you’d be hungry and we could go somewhere to eat” Marcel replied, his voice calm but his gaze finally shifted to me The noise around us faded until it was jus

Marcel's POV “So pretty much nothing here is out of the ordinary,” Kyle said, glancing up from his tablet.He's my assistant at King Enterprises—efficient, reliable, and always around. Between him and Edward, I can't decide who was more annoying, but Kyle got things done.“According to this, they make everything here the same way… just as you said but I did check, The ingredients are all herbal, good for the hair. We checked the last batch brought in last week—everything came back perfect.”He swiped through the screen one last time before looking up at me again.As planned, I stopped by the factory Aria used for her products . The place was small-scale, steady workers and most importantly no obvious red flags. They produce in smaller batches since Rooted didn’t have that many customers anymore, but nothing here hinted at contamination or anything that could explain why people were getting Cancer.Everything looked clean. Controlled. Perfect And that was the problem.Unless it wasn

Aria Before either of us could fully process what was happening, Hope was already running.Marcel left my side instantly, meeting her in front of the stage. He scooped her up, holding her tight against his chest as she wrapped her legs around him. She was shaking with sobs, clinging to him while he kept rubbing her back, whispering something only she could hear.The music cut off, but it didn’t matter. Hope’s cries and shout filled the hall and everyone was already looking at usThen came the gentle chorus of awws from the crowd like everyone was collectively happy Marcel glanced at me, giving a small nod for me to follow. We slipped backstage, the three of us huddled together. He set her down on top of a speaker so they were almost eye level , and I stood beside them."We’re both here," he said softly, brushing her tears away with his thumb. "I’m sorry I was late. I had to pack the car…it took a minute.""Mr King, the other kids are waiting…" the event organizer began, but Marce

Aria's pov “Gonna be, gonna be golden… gonna be golden…”Golden by Huntrix.My daughter was singing. There was nothing strange about that except the second voice singing with her.“Like I’m born to be!” they both shouted, off-key but full of joy.“Aunty Tay, open it!” Hope said, her voice bright.She was with Taylor….All this time she was with Taylor.“Here you go. Why do you always get things twice your size?” Taylor teased, definitely handing her something.Hope’s giggle followed, that carefree sound that melted every ounce of panic in me. My heart finally calmed down…I felt like I could finally breathe She was safe. She's with Taylor.“Up, up, up, up… gonna be golden, golden!”Hope continued singing ….Those were the only lyrics she ever got right….She basically mumbles through the rest. A sob broke out of me….half laugh, half relief as tears spilled freely.I just listened to her Singing her mixed up words with pride…and tried to calm my breathing She's Alive .. She's fine …she