Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn Of The CEO’s Cold-Hearted Wife: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Aurora knocked gently on Elara’s door the next morning, pushing it open just enough to peek inside. Her daughter was already awake, sitting cross-legged on the bed with her stuffed rabbit clutched tightly against her chest. Elara’s big grey eyes darted up to her mother, already brimming with tears.“Sweetheart,” Aurora said softly, stepping inside. “It’s time to get up for breakfast.”But instead of moving, Elara blurted out, “Mommy, can’t Jaxon stay here? Please?” Her voice cracked, desperation written across her tiny face.Aurora’s heart clenched. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing her daughter’s tangled hair. “Oh, darling… it’s not that simple. Jaxon has a mother, and he has a home.”Elara shook her head stubbornly, tears spilling down her cheeks. “But he’s not happy there. He’s happy here.”Aurora’s throat tightened. “Did Jaxon tell you that?”“No,” Elara whispered, hugging her rabbit tighter. “But I know it. When he first came, he was always sad. But now… n

Life inside the Steele mansion slowly fell back into its rhythm after Jaxon left. The laughter that once echoed in the garden quieted, replaced by the usual stillness that hung over the estate.Elara slipped back into her cheerful chatter, her childlike energy filling the house once more. She asked questions at the breakfast table, told little stories about her dolls and her drawings, and sometimes sang under her breath while playing. To anyone else, it would look like nothing had changed.But Aurora noticed the subtle differences.Some afternoons, she would glance up from her work and find Elara at the window, her eyes fixed on the garden where she and Jaxon had once played. Other times, she caught her daughter fidgeting with the seashell necklace the two children had strung together, running her thumb along the edges as though she could summon him back through touch alone.Aurora’s heart squeezed each time, but she forced herself not to break in front of her daughter. Life had to go

The Steele mansion was warm with the aroma of roasted chicken and herbs when Xavier walked in that evening. He loosened his tie as he stepped through the door, shoulders slumped under the weight of another long day. The exhaustion was etched on his face, there were faint shadows under his eyes and the taut line of his jaw was sharp…but what struck most was how heavy his presence felt, like he had carried the whole city home with him.Aurora looked up from the dining table where she had been setting down plates. For the briefest moment, something flickered in her chest… a tiny spark of concern at the sight of him so worn down. But just as quickly, she smothered it. Concern was dangerous. Concern meant caring, and caring meant slipping back into the same cycle of giving and never being chosen.So she only said, her tone even, “You’re right on time for dinner.”Xavier managed a tired nod. “Smells good.”She served him without fuss, her movements precise and controlled. No lingering glan

The ballroom glittered under golden chandeliers, a symphony of hushed conversations, laughter, and the muted clinking of glasses. Waiters glided between groups like shadows, their trays heavy with champagne and hors d’oeuvres. The scent of polished wood and expensive perfume hung in the air, mixing with the low hum of music. Xavier and Aurora moved seamlessly from one group to another, their hands brushing occasionally, a silent reminder of their connection….or what was left of it.Aurora had been cautious, polite yet distant, but as they mingled, the guests kept gravitating toward her. Her intelligence shone through every conversation, and her grace drew admiring glances that Xavier could not ignore.A tall man in his late fifties, wearing a crisp gray suit, leaned closer to Xavier with a warm smile. “Xavier Steele,” he said, his tone almost teasing, “you never told us your wife was not only this stunning but also this brilliant. I believe she just out-negotiated me in a hypothetica

The drive to the hospital was quiet at first. Too quiet. Aurora sat with her hands clasped in her lap, staring out the tinted window at the blur of streetlights. Her reflection in the glass looked pale and distant, her thoughts tangled with everything that had just unfolded.Damian’s grip on the steering wheel was steady, but his eyes betrayed him. Every few moments, he stole glances at her…long, lingering looks that he quickly masked whenever she shifted slightly. He still couldn’t quite believe it. After years of bitter exchanges, insults, and sharp-edged words, here they were, sitting side by side, not tearing each other apart.It felt strange. It felt… good.Aurora finally turned her head, catching his eyes darting away again. Her brows furrowed. “Is there something on my face?” she asked flatly, her tone edged with suspicion.Damian’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “No.”“Then maybe you should focus on the road and not on me,” she muttered, her voice cool but not sharp.For th