Semua Bab Reborn Of The CEO’s Cold-Hearted Wife: Bab 211 - Bab 220

Elara woke up before the sun had fully risen, the early morning light slipping gently through the curtains and casting pale gold streaks across her room. For a moment, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling, listening to the faint sounds of movement downstairs. The mansion never truly slept, but today it felt different. There was a buzz underneath everything, a quiet urgency. Then she remembered. Today. She sat up immediately. Her eyes drifted to the bedside table where the glass jar of seashells sat, each one carefully cleaned and arranged. For a second, she just stared at it. Then she reached for it, holding it gently against her chest like it was fragile, like it might change its mind and decide not to go. She climbed out of bed, still in her pajamas, and padded quietly into the hallway. Jaxon’s door was slightly open. She knocked softly before slipping inside. He was curled slightly under the blanket, one arm tucked beneath his pillow. He always slept stiffly, like h

Aurora’s chest was still rising and falling hard when Xavier’s voice cut through the stunned silence. “Aurora, what the fuck?” The words echoed in the garden, sharper than the crash of porcelain and glass that had just shattered at their feet. Aurora did not flinch. Instead, she reached for Elara immediately, pulling her close, pressing her slightly behind her body as if shielding her from something no one else could see. Jaxon stood frozen, his eyes moving between the adults, his small hands clenched at his sides. Aurora lifted her chin and glared at Xavier. “Really, Xavier?” His brows snapped together. “What is wrong with you? Why would you do something like this?” Gasps and whispers rippled through the crowd. The cake lay ruined on the grass, mango slices and cream smeared across white tablecloth and polished shoes. Lilith’s hand flew to her chest dramatically. “Aurora, what’s going on?” Her voice trembled, almost convincing. “I get it, you’re upset with me, but I’ve apol

The moment JAXON disappeared up the stairs, Xavier stood there for only a second before turning toward the staircase as well. Something about the way the boy had rushed off unsettled him, but he pushed the thought aside. What bothered him more was the emptiness in the house. It was too quiet and too still. He needed to speak to Aurora. He had convinced himself earlier that she only needed time to cool off, that she would come down eventually, that this was another one of their heated moments that would dissolve into silence and then routine. But the longer he stood there, the heavier the air felt. He started up the stairs. “Xavier, can we talk?” Lilith’s voice followed him. He didn’t slow down. “Not now, I need to speak to Aurora.” “But it’s important.” She insisted. He exhaled sharply. “Nothing is important.” She moved closer, her heels clicking softly against the floor. “Xavier, please. After everything that happened, we shouldn’t just—” “It can wait. Let’s talk about

AUTHOR’S POV.The plane touched down earlier than expected. Aurora had barely slept during the flight. Not because she couldn’t, but because every time she closed her eyes, her mind refused to quiet. Elara had leaned against her for most of the journey, drifting in and out of sleep, fingers curled around the strap of her small backpack. Mrs. Harper sat beside them, hands folded tightly in her lap, her calm presence steady but thoughtful.When the aircraft doors finally opened, and the cool air rushed in, Aurora felt something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in hours.Relief.It wasn’t complete. It wasn’t light. But it was there.They stepped out slowly, blending into the early arrivals. Aurora adjusted her grip on the small box she had carried the entire way. It wasn’t heavy, but it felt significant. Elara walked close to her, her Apple wristwatch flashing occasionally as notifications came in. Each time it lit up, Elara glanced down quickly, then looked away.Mrs. Harper noticed b

AUTHOR’S POV. The apartment felt different after he left. Quieter. More real.Mrs. Harper walked toward the kitchen, loosening the shawl around her shoulders. She opened the refrigerator, inspecting its contents thoughtfully.“So what are we in the mood for?” she asked.Elara walked in behind her. “Chicken soup.”Aurora leaned against the kitchen counter. “Oh, let’s go with the chicken soup. I need something light anyway.”Mrs. Harper smiled faintly and began pulling out ingredients.Elara and Aurora joined her in the kitchen. Elara sat on one of the high stools, swinging her legs. Aurora stood beside Mrs. Harper, watching her chop vegetables.The domestic simplicity of the moment felt strange. No servants moving in silence. No mansion walls. Just the three of them.Then Elara’s watch pinged again.Aurora’s head turned instantly.“Elara,” she said calmly, “your watch has been pinging more than usual. Who is that?”Elara hesitated. She looked down at her wrist. The screen lit up brief