All Chapters of Reborn Of The CEO’s Cold-Hearted Wife: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Aurora pulled into the driveway just as the sky began to dim, the last stretch of daylight thinning into evening. The engine cut off, and for a moment she stayed where she was, hands resting on the steering wheel, listening to the quiet hum of the house ahead of her.In the back seat, both children were fast asleep.Jaxon’s head had tilted forward slightly, lashes resting against his cheeks, his small fingers still curled loosely around the strap of his seatbelt. Elara was slumped toward the window, her mouth parted in sleep, one sock halfway off her foot.Aurora smiled softly.For a few hours, the world had been simple. No lies. No pretending. No watching every word and expression for cracks. Just laughter, sugar-sticky fingers, tired legs, and children who had no idea how fragile things really were.She stepped out of the car quietly and opened the back door.“I’ll take Jaxon,” she murmured to herself, more out of instinct than necessity.She reached in carefully, sliding one arm un

Aurora spent the rest of the day waiting.Not the restless kind of waiting that made her pace or check the door every few minutes, but the quiet, coiled kind…the kind that sat heavy in her chest and refused to loosen its grip. Her phone never left her reach. It stayed beside her on the counter when she poured juice, on the arm of the couch when she sat down, and in her pocket when she moved around the house.Every vibration, every distant sound, made every nerve in her body tense up.The only thing that made the day slightly easier was the silence.Lilith wasn’t around.She hadn’t come back from the lab the night before, and by late morning, it became clear she wasn’t coming home anytime soon. Her room remained untouched. No footsteps in the hallway. No sharp voice cutting through the air. No presence hovering just close enough to be felt.Xavier wasn’t home either.Aurora noticed his absence the way one notices the sudden quiet after a storm…unnerving, but temporarily relieving. What

Aurora stood at the balcony doors for a long moment after ending the call with Bobby.Below her, the estate grounds seemed to stretch out in deceptive calm….trimmed hedges, stone paths, a world that looked orderly enough to trust. She knew better now. Calm was just another disguise.Behind her, laughter drifted from the living room.Elara’s voice was bright and animated while Jaxon was like a quieter presence beside her, toy cars clinking softly against the floor.Aurora turned away from the balcony.Soon she will be meeting up with Bobby, and she can’t take Elara everywhere. Especially not when Bobby was involved. Especially not when she was starting to move pieces that could provoke retaliation.She walked through the hall and into the kitchen, where the soft hum of appliances filled the space. One of the servants glanced up.“Good afternoon, Mrs.Steele.” She greeted.“Please,” Aurora said, keeping her voice level, “ask Mrs. Harper to come see me in Elara's room.”“Yes, ma’am.”Auro

The next morning, Aurora went straight to the kitchen.The house was already awake. Servants moved efficiently around the wide space, the clink of plates and the low hum of conversation filling the air. Breakfast was being prepared, the smell of toasted bread and brewed coffee lingering softly.Aurora stepped in with purpose.“Good morning, Mrs. Steele." The servants chorused as soon as they noticed her.“Good morning,” Aurora responded with a smile.“Elara wants oatmeal,” she told one of the maids, her tone calm but firm. “With honey. And sliced strawberries. No milk…use almond.”“Yes, ma’am,” the maid replied, then hesitated slightly. “And… how about Jaxon, ma’am? Will he want the same?”Aurora didn’t even need to think about it. “Yes, of course,” she said. “Jaxon always wants whatever Elara wants. So do the same thing for him.”The maid chuckled softly, nodding. Aurora was right. Ever since Jaxson had been staying in the house, he followed Elara everywhere. Whatever she did, he did

Aurora stepped into the restaurant and scanned the room without hesitation.She spotted Cole immediately.He was seated near the window, jacket draped over the back of his chair, posture relaxed in that familiar way that once made her feel safe without even realizing it. For half a second, her chest tightened. Then the memories surged…too fast, too sharp, too alive to ignore.Before Cole could even stand fully, Aurora crossed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him.Tightly.Very tightly.Her arms locked around his shoulders as if letting go would mean losing him all over again. Her cheek pressed against his chest, and for a moment, she forgot where she was, forgot the clink of cutlery and low murmur of conversations around them.The last time she had seen Cole was in her past life.The last time… he had been frantic. Exhausted. Desperate. Working endlessly to find a cure for the strange illness that had taken her life…and Elara’s with it. She remembered his bloodsho