Semua Bab Reborn Of The CEO’s Cold-Hearted Wife: Bab 201 - Bab 210

Aurora sat in her car for a full minute before stepping out in front of Elara’s school. The building looked the same as it always had….clean brick walls, trimmed hedges, children’s laughter echoing faintly from somewhere behind the courtyard—but everything felt different to her now. It felt temporary. Like she was already halfway gone. She adjusted the file in her hand, the one containing the documents Xavier had signed without looking, and walked toward the administrative building. The principal greeted her warmly when she stepped into his office. “Mrs. Steele,” he said with a polite smile, gesturing for her to sit. “What can I do for you?” Aurora sat down and placed the file carefully on his desk. Her fingers lingered on it for half a second before she pushed it forward. “I came about Elara’s transfer.” The principal’s brows lifted slightly. “Ah.” He opened the file and began flipping through the pages. His eyes paused when he saw the signature. “Oh, you got the signature. Yo

Aurora drove back toward the mansion, the familiar iron gates opening as they always had, smooth and silent, as though nothing inside those walls was about to change. But everything was already changing. She could feel it in the way her shoulders stayed tense even after she parked, in the way she hesitated before stepping out of the car, like someone standing on the edge of something final. She had barely taken three steps toward the front entrance when a voice called out behind her. “Mrs. Steele! Oh…Mrs. Steele, please, about the cake—” Aurora stopped but didn’t turn around. She already knew who it was. The birthday party planner stood near the driveway, clipboard hugged to her chest, phone in hand, the look of someone who had been waiting longer than planned and was running out of patience. Aurora closed her eyes briefly, then turned, her expression flat…not angry, not rude, just exhausted. “Please,” Aurora said calmly, “you can look for the person planning it. Miss. Lilith.

Aurora woke before the sun had fully risen, her body heavy and her mind still running on the fumes of everything she had done the night before. For a moment she did not move. She just lay there, staring at the ceiling, listening to the soft, uneven breathing beside her. Jaxon was still asleep. He had fallen asleep in her arms sometime past midnight, his fingers twisted into the fabric of her shirt as if he was afraid she would disappear if he loosened his grip. Even after she had gently shifted him onto the bed, he had clung to her wrist, and she had ended up sitting beside him for hours, compiling footage, transferring files, organizing evidence with one hand while the other remained wrapped around him. She had barely slept. Maybe two hours. If that. But today she had to meet Bobby. Slowly, carefully, she slipped her arm from Jaxon’s hold. He stirred, brows knitting faintly, but he did not wake. Aurora brushed a hand over his hair, her throat tightening again at the thought o

Bobby stared at it like it might explode.He picked it up carefully. “Thank you. Did you keep a copy?”Aurora rolled her eyes. “Of course not.”He let out a long breath. “Phew.”Then he leaned back slightly, rubbing his chin. “You know, Eva is going to divorce him.”Aurora lifted both hands quickly. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. I do not want to know about your affair with the commissioner’s wife.”Bobby laughed. “He’s not a good husband. He abuses her. She has been trying to leave him.”Aurora’s expression didn’t soften…but it didn’t harden either. She just nodded once. “Well, I hope it works out for the both of you. I mean, I’ve always known the commissioner of police was a sketchy man, but he’s not my problem. So I’ve never really had a reason to look into him.”She paused, then leaned forward slightly.“But you are a private investigator. A dirty one at that.”Bobby placed a hand over his chest in mock offense. “Wow.”“Why don’t you gather some evidence against him?” she continued smoothly.

By the time they drove through the gates of the estate, the entire place looked different. Lights had already been strung along the balcony rails, soft golden bulbs wrapping around pillars and hanging like careful constellations over the garden paths. The lawn had been transformed. Tall floral installations stood near the fountain, arranged in pastel shades that leaned toward ivory, blush, and muted lavender. There were ribbons tied neatly around the backs of chairs that had been arranged in perfect rows, and a stage had been erected at the far end of the garden with draped silk that shimmered faintly in the evening breeze. It was beautiful. Aurora hated to admit it, but it was. She slowed the car as they passed the central lawn, her eyes scanning the details automatically. Lilith had always been meticulous about appearances. And this… this was meticulous. The flowers were fresh, expensive. The lighting was professionally done. The table settings, even from a distance, looked