Semua Bab We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back (Billionaire Contract Wife): Bab 21 - Bab 30

By the time the cab stopped in front of the Markston Estate, the sky had turned a calm shade of orange. The evening light made the white walls of the mansion glow faintly, almost peaceful — but I felt anything but peace.The driver asked for his fare, and I paid, clutching the lunch box to my chest. For some reason, I had brought it all the way home. Maybe it was the hope that Vincent would at least notice the effort I put in. Or maybe I was just too tired to throw it away.Stepping out, I adjusted my blazer and took a deep breath before walking up the marble steps. The moment I entered, I could already sense the tension in the air.Lilian’s voice floated through the hall — soft, sweet, and practiced, the kind of tone that made everyone turn to her.She was standing by the staircase, her arms folded elegantly, speaking with one of the maids. Her eyes landed on me almost instantly, and the faintest smirk tugged at her lips.“Oh,” she said, feigning surprise. “You’re back.”I forced a s

The air in Vincent’s office felt heavier than usual.I stepped in quietly, clutching the file to my chest. Just like yesterday, the room wasn’t empty — he was in a meeting again, sitting across from two directors and his assistant, discussing numbers and figures in that deep, calm tone of his.Their voices filled the air, confident and controlled. I stood still by the door, bowing slightly.“Good morning, Director Markston,” I said politely, keeping my head low.Vincent didn’t even glance at me. His eyes were fixed on the chart displayed on the projector. The board members noticed me and gave a faint nod before continuing their discussion.I turned quietly, about to step out, but his voice stopped me.“There’s no need to leave,” he said without looking up. “Just wait until we’re done.”So, I stood — again — waiting patiently, hands clasped tightly in front of me. The air conditioner hummed softly, but time felt painfully slow. My legs began to ache, but I didn’t dare move.Almost an h

The sirens wailed outside the mansion as paramedics rushed through the gates. The air was thick with panic and disbelief. The golden light of celebration had vanished, replaced by flashing red and blue that painted the marble floors in chaos.I stood frozen by the staircase, my entire body trembling. The image of the old patriarch lying motionless at the bottom of the stairs burned itself into my mind. Servants were crying, relatives whispering, and the matriarch clutched her chest in horror as Vincent guided her to a chair.My throat felt dry, my lips shaking as I tried to explain, but no one wanted to listen. Every eye in that room was fixed on me — judgmental, accusing, hateful.“Did anyone see her near the stairs?” one of the uncles demanded.“I did!” someone shouted. “She was right there when Father fell!”“That’s nonsense!” I burst out. “I was coming down from the hallway when I saw someone push him! There was someone else there—”“Enough!” another voice barked, and when I turne

The Markston Mansion had never been this tense. Servants walked quietly through the hallways, whispering to one another as if a single word could ignite another storm.Ever since Alice’s arrest, the entire household had fallen into chaos.The old patriarch was still unconscious in the hospital. The old Matriarch had refused to eat, her grief sharp as a blade. And Vincent — the one everyone looked to for direction — had grown colder, his expression blank as he sat at the head of the family meeting room.The long mahogany table stretched endlessly. Around it sat uncles, cousins, and distant relatives — men and women whose faces bore opportunistic smiles even in tragedy.Whispers turned into voices, voices into demands.> “Vincent, this is affecting the family’s reputation!”>> “The company’s stocks are dipping. We can’t let this continue.”>> “You should publicly distance yourself from that woman. Divorce her before it’s too late!”>At least Alice won't face any problem,since the publ

I sat in Adrian's car, feeling the quiet hum of the city against my skin, unsure whether to breathe or cry. The faint buzz of streetlights flickered overhead, and my reflection in the window beside me looked nothing like the woman I used to be.My hands trembled slightly as I clutched the small bag that held my belongings — a phone, a few documents, and the scarf Adrian had given me when he last visited.“Alice,” he called quietly, as though saying my name might shatter something fragile.For a moment, I couldn’t speak. The sound of his voice — calm, deep, and achingly familiar — felt like a rope pulling me back from the edge of something dark.He moved closer, placing one of his palms on mine. “You’re free,” he murmured, almost as if reassuring himself. “It’s over now.”My lips parted, but the words stuck in my throat. I managed only a faint nod.He reached out again, hesitated, then gently brushed his fingers against my wrist — a silent invitation. I let him take my hand. His warmth