Semua Bab DIVORCED BY THE BILLIONAIRE, DESIRED BY HIS RIVAL : Bab 41 - Bab 50

📘 CHAPTER 40 — When Walls Start ListeningPOV: MelissaSomeone had been in her room.Melissa knew the moment she stepped inside.Nothing was missing. Nothing was broken. But the air felt disturbed—like a secret had been breathed into the space and left behind.Her bag was no longer where she’d left it.She moved slowly, closing the door behind her, heart pounding just enough to remind her she was still human. The bag sat neatly on the chair now, zipper aligned, straps folded.Too careful.She opened it.Everything was there.Except the old phone.The one she’d kept powered off since her return. The one that held messages she’d never deleted. Jaden’s apologies. Her father’s first email after she left the country. Proof of things she hadn’t been ready to forgive or forget.Her fingers curled into fists.She didn’t panic.She counted.Ten slow breaths.Then she left the room.The hallway lights were dimmed for the night. Castor’s door was shut. Lisa’s room glowed faintly under the crack

CHAPTER 42 — A House That No Longer WhisperedPOV: MelissaThe house had changed its tone.It no longer whispered behind her back.It spoke boldly now.Melissa noticed it in the way servants no longer lowered their voices when she entered a room. In the way Alice sat at the head of the dining table even when her husband was still alive upstairs, breathing slowly, fading by the hour.Power had a scent.And Alice was already wearing it.That morning, Melissa brought her father’s medication herself. She refused the nurse’s help, ignored Alice’s sharp stare, and sat by the bed like she’d done every day since her return.Her father’s eyes fluttered open.“You look tired,” he whispered.“I’m fine,” Melissa said gently. “You should rest.”He smiled weakly. “You’ve always lied badly.”She swallowed.“I heard shouting last night,” he continued, voice thin. “Did they upset you?”Melissa shook her head. “Nothing I can’t handle.”His fingers twitched, reaching for hers. She held them, feeling how

CHAPTER 44 — Loose Tongues POV: Melissa Castor got drunk that night. Not the kind of drunk that made a spectacle of itself. Not slurred words or clumsy steps. Just the dangerous kind—where confidence loosened its grip and truths slipped out wearing the mask of jokes. Melissa noticed it before anyone else did. He leaned back in his chair as dinner progressed, one arm draped lazily over the armrest, glass dangling between two fingers like he owned the room. His laughter came too easily. His eyes lingered too long. And Alice sitting beside him looked radiant in a way Melissa hadn’t seen in years. Too radiant. It was the glow of someone who believed the future had already been decided and that she was on the winning side. The table was crowded that night. Alice had invited a few acquaintances, people who laughed loudly and asked no meaningful questions. People who didn’t belong to the family but had already started behaving like they did. “So,” Castor said casually, swir

📘 CHAPTER 46 — After She Left POV: MelissaMelissa didn’t cry until the car had driven miles past the city.The buildings thinned. Streetlights blurred into long streaks of yellow and white. Familiar roads dissolved into highways she had never memorized, and only then did something inside her finally loosen.Even then, the tears came quietly.No sobbing.No shaking breaths.Just a slow spill down her cheeks she didn’t bother to wipe away.Crying felt pointless. She wasn’t grieving what she lost.She was grieving what they never let her have.The driver said nothing. He kept his eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel, as if silence itself had been paid for. Melissa appreciated that. Words would have ruined the moment.At the airport, everything moved too fast.Announcements echoed. Wheels rattled across tiled floors. Strangers passed her carrying families, futures, destinations they spoke about excitedly. No one looked at her twice.No one hugged her goodbye.No frantic calls.N

CHAPTER 48 — What He Lost Too LatePOV: JadenThe house was quiet in a way that felt wrong.Not peaceful. Not calm.Just… hollow.Jaden stood in the doorway of the living room, jacket still on, keys clenched in his hand, staring at the space Melissa used to occupy without ever announcing herself. The couch was neat. Too neat. The air smelled faintly of expensive perfume that didn’t belong to her.Sophia’s.He exhaled slowly and loosened his tie, the knot suddenly suffocating.“Daddy?”He turned.David stood at the hallway entrance, small shoulders tense, eyes duller than a child’s should ever be. Behind him, the twins hovered, silent, watching Jaden the way strangers watched storms—carefully.“Yes?” Jaden said, forcing softness into his voice.David hesitated. “Are you… going out again?”The question landed harder than it should have.“No,” Jaden replied quickly. “I’m home.”The relief he expected didn’t come. David only nodded once and turned back toward his room, the twins following