All Chapters of Reborn Of The CEO’s Cold-Hearted Wife: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Xavier was taking Jaxon to a therapist. It was the second time he’d brought the boy. Even though he had a lot on his plate, especially now that the house was like a pressure cooker of secrets and accusations, the police at the hospital had been blunt.Jaxon had seen things no child should, and someone should try to help him process it. Xavier had listened.The drive was quiet. Jaxon said nothing, he sat small and still in the passenger seat, hands folded in his lap, eyes fixed on some distant, unreadable point through the windshield. He was mute in the way a person lowers the volume on the world so it won’t hurt. Xavier cast quick, worried glances across the console. The child’s profile, that flat cadence of his face, looked so much like Xavier’s own that a cold knot formed under his ribs. The resemblance should have been a comfort. Instead it was terrifying, it was like a mirror showing how close the boy was to becoming another version of the fractured man in the driver’s seat.X

Then, gently, perhaps too gently, she asked, “How about your mom?”The silence that followed after the question was deafening.Dr. Amanda let the silence stretch after the word mom left her mouth. It wasn’t the uncomfortable kind for her,she’d learned long ago that silence was often more revealing than answers. Jaxon sat across from her on the small couch, his legs barely reaching the floor, the Rubik’s cube turning in his hands with mechanical precision. The soft clicking of the squares rotating and the ticking of the grandfather’s clock was the only sound in the room. He didn’t look up nor did he pause his movements . “Jaxon?” Dr. Amanda tried gently, her voice warm but neutral. “You can keep playing. That’s okay.”There was no response. The cube turned again. Blue to red. Yellow to green.She shifted in her chair, crossing one leg over the other, careful not to crowd him. “How about we talk about something else for a bit?” she offered. “Do you like drawing?”A small shake of hi

For the next couple of days, nothing dramatic happened. There were no raised voices, no public confrontations and no scenes that would make anyone stop and stare. The air seemed almost normal. Life inside the Steele mansion continued in its strange, delicate rhythm. Xavier stayed busy doing what Xavier always did, disappearing into work, phone calls, meetings, and long hours that blurred into one another. Every once in a while, he would take Jaxon out with him, brief outings that Elara watched from a distance, telling herself it was nothing more than a father trying to bond with his son.She smiled when she was supposed to. She nodded when she was asked if she was okay. But Aurora noticed. Aurora knew her daughter too well. Elara grew quieter after those outings, her shoulders drooping just a little, her excitement dimming in ways that were subtle enough to miss if you weren’t paying attention. Jaxon seemed to pull further into himself, slipping back behind that familiar silence

The children’s playroom was quiet in the kind of way that big houses ever were. There was too much space, too much air and currently, the silence pressed down heavily on Elara instead of soothing her. Elara sat at the small table by the window, her legs tucked under the chair, a coloring pencil clenched between her fingers as she dragged uneven strokes across the paper. Mrs. Harper sat nearby on a cushioned armchair, watching her closely. Jaxon wasn’t home. Xavier had taken him out barely fifteen minutes ago, something Elara hadn’t commented on but had clearly felt. Mrs. Harper noticed everything happening around the mansion these days. But what she noticed most was Elara’s change. It was the way her shoulders slumped and the way her answers had grown shorter. She even noticed the way she hadn’t even chosen her favorite purple pencil. Mrs. Harper cleared her throat gently. “That’s a lovely drawing, sweetheart,” she said, keeping her voice light. “What are you coloring?” Elara

Lilith’s eyes widened in raw, unfiltered fear as she stared into the fury blazing in Aurora’s. It wasn’t just anger, it was something feral, something born from terror and love colliding violently in her chest. Aurora’s fingers were still locked around Lilith’s neck, her grip unyielding, her forearm pressed hard against Lilith’s throat as she pinned her flat to the wall. Lilith’s heels barely touched the floor now, her breath coming out in broken, choking gasps, nails clawing desperately at Aurora’s wrist, leaving faint red crescents behind. But Aurora didn’t flinch. She leaned in instead, her voice low, shaking, every word scraping out of her like it had torn through her ribs first. “What did you do to Elara?” she demanded again, her grip tightening just enough to make Lilith’s eyes water. “What did you do to my daughter?” “Mrs. Steele!” one of the guards called out, panic threading his voice as he took a hesitant step forward. “Mrs. Steele, please—” Aurora’s head snappe