Semua Bab The Billionaire Ex-Wife’s Scandalous Revenge: Bab 41 - Bab 50

~Aliyah’s POV~I woke up with the strange feeling that something was wrong.Not the loud kind of wrong. Not the kind that jolts you awake with shouting or slamming doors or chaos crashing into your senses. This was quieter. Heavier. The kind of wrong that settled on your chest like a weight before your eyes even opened, making it hard to breathe for a moment.I lay there, still, trying to place it.For a brief second, I forgot where I was. The ceiling above me looked unfamiliar, the light filtering in at the wrong angle. Confusion fluttered through my mind, slow and groggy.Then my senses caught up.I smelled Clara’s detergent, clean, floral, comforting. I heard the faint, steady hum of the fan somewhere in the room, its rhythm soothing and constant. I felt the unfamiliar softness of the mattress beneath me, the sheets not arranged the way I usually did them.I was still at Clara’s.Relief washed through me, warm but fragile, like something that could shatter if I held it too tightly.

~Dominic's Pov~I had told myself, sworn to myself, again and again, that the only way to keep Aliyah safe was to stay the hell away from her.Distance.Silence.Discipline.Cold, ironclad rules I repeated like scripture. Like commandments carved into my ribs. Every time her face flickered behind my eyes, every time her voice threaded through my memory, every time the ghost of her mouth hovered close enough to taste, those were the words I clung to.Rules I had sworn I’d obey.And yet here I was, feet glued to the hallway outside Clara’s apartment, like some pathetic moth already singed but still hypnotically drawn to the flame that burned him.It wasn’t smart. It wasn’t safe. It wasn’t right.But I couldn’t stop myself.I stood in front of the door, hands curled into fists so tight my knuckles ached. My breath slipped out uneven, shaky, betraying the storm roiling inside me. From behind the door, I heard laughter, soft, feminine, familiar.Her laughter.It cut straight through me.It

~Aliyah's Pov~The living room crackled with a tension so thick it almost felt like the walls leaned in to watch. Ronald’s voice boomed first, low and dangerous, a growl barely restrained beneath the veneer of speech.“And who are you to tell me where to take my wife?” Ronald asked, each syllable clipped and edged with fury. His jaw tightened as though he were holding himself together by sheer force of will.The words hit Dominic like a physical shove. I saw it immediately, his posture stiffened, the easy calm he usually carried slipping away. His expression hardened, the warmth in his eyes replaced by something defensive, uneasy. He swallowed, lips parting before he finally managed to speak.“That’s not exactly what I am implying,” Dominic responded, his voice losing some of its steadiness. He lifted a hand as if gesturing could bridge the growing chasm between them.Ronald scoffed, a humorless laugh rumbling from deep in his chest. “Then what are you implying, Dominic?” he snapped.

~Aliyah's Pov~“Do you understand me now?” he said at last.His voice was quiet, dangerously quiet, the kind that vibrated against the walls rather than cut through the air. A whisper soaked in rage.“Do you understand?” he repeated, and this time his tone sharpened, climbing higher, edged with impatience and something unhinged.My throat still throbbed from where his hand had been. My lungs burned. The metallic tang of fear coated my tongue.But somehow, God knows how, my voice found a way out.“I understand,” I said.The sound surprised us both. It trembled, small, breathy, but it held. Held in defiance. Held in exhaustion. Held in the thin thread of myself, I refused to let him take it.“I’m still not signing.”Silence cracked like ice beneath our feet.Ronald’s jaw clenched so violently I felt the air shift with the movement. His teeth ground together with a grinding pressure that bordered on pain, his, mine, ours.A sound escaped him, low and feral, halfway between a snarl and a

~Dominic's Pov~I hurried out of Clara’s apartment the minute Ronald dragged Aliyah away.There was no thinking, no debating, no pausing to breathe. I moved on instinct, raw, urgent instinct, because everything about Ronald’s face, his tone, his stance, had screamed danger.And if there was one thing I knew about Ronald, it was that whatever storm brewed in him would not fall on anyone but Aliyah.By the time I hit the street, I was sweating through my shirt. My hands trembled as I fumbled with my keys, still hearing Aliyah’s voice echoing faintly in my mind, too soft, too resigned.I jumped into my car, turned on the ignition, and sped away.Every red light felt like a brick wall slamming down in front of me. Every second wasted was a second Aliyah would spend alone with him, absorbing the blame, the accusations, and, God forbid, the consequences.When I finally reached their mansion, the sky had darkened. The house stood still and quiet, lights glowing behind curtained windows like