Semua Bab The Tyrant's Bride Vow: Bab 91 - Bab 97

The internal meeting of Spark Winery Enola was moved to a video conference. Today, she decided to revisit the psychiatrist and asked Luna to reschedule her appointment.Breakfast that morning was relatively quiet between Enola and Damian. After Enola was discharged from the hospital, she didn't talk much, and Damian decided to give her some space. "I'll take you to the psychiatrist today," Damian said as he cut the eggs on his plate. "No need, I can do it myself. Besides, you must be very busy with Cassel's expansion and the partnership with the Moreau Group." Enola's tone when she mentioned the Moreau Group was slightly unfriendly. Damian stopped cutting the eggs and looked at Enola. "Viona isn't working alone." Damian knew where their conversation was headed this morning. Enola raised her eyebrows for a moment. "I know. She and the person behind her are targeting me through you. You're sensitive to that." Enola said it with a gesture as if it were normal, but she was hiding turb

The morning came with a quiet, suffocating gray.Spring should have softened the city by now, but the sky hung low and heavy, clouds pressing down like a weight that refused to lift. A thin drizzle tapped against the tall glass windows of the Cassel Group headquarters, streaking the view into blurred lines of steel and shadow.Inside, everything felt colder.Not because of the weather.But because of what was waiting.Enola stepped out of the car without hesitation.The cold air brushed against her skin, sharp and damp, carrying the faint scent of rain and concrete. She didn’t flinch.Her heels clicked against the polished stone floor as she entered the building.Each step steady.Measured.Controlled.Behind her, Luna followed in silence, her gaze scanning everything.“Boardroom’s already full,” Luna murmured quietly.Enola nodded once.“I expected that.”The elevator ride felt longer than usual.Not because of distance.But because of the tension coiling in her chest.It wasn’t pani

The paper tore too easily.A sharp, dry sound—clean, final.Enola didn’t realize she was holding her breath until it broke out of her in a shaky exhale. The torn halves of the document slipped from her fingers and fell onto the table, sliding apart like something that was never meant to stay whole.Divorce.It was supposed to feel like relief.Freedom.An end.But standing there, staring at the ruined paper… all she felt was emptiness.Her chest tightened.Slowly at first.Then all at once.Her knees weakened, and she sank into the chair behind her, one hand bracing against the edge of the table. Her other hand moved instinctively to her chest, fingers pressing lightly as if she could steady the storm rising inside her.“Why…” her voice came out barely a whisper.She swallowed hard.“Why does it feel like I’m losing something…”Her throat closed.“…I never even had?”Silence answered her.Heavy.Unforgiving.Her gaze drifted—unfocused—until it landed on the faint reflection in the gla

The room was too quiet.Sunlight slipped through the thin curtains, soft and warm—too gentle for the storm sitting in Enola’s chest. The air carried the faint scent of summer, a sharp contrast to the tension that hadn’t left her since last night.The paper lay on the table.Neat.Untouched.A new copy.Enola stood in front of it, arms hanging loosely by her sides, fingers slightly curled as if they didn’t quite belong to her.Divorce Agreement.Her name was already printed there.Waiting.She reached for the pen.Slowly.Her hand hovered just above the surface.A breath in.Then another.Her fingers tightened around the pen.She lowered it—Stopped.Her hand trembled.Just enough.A flicker of something crossed her face.Not hesitation.Not exactly.Something deeper.Her grip loosened.The pen slipped from her fingers and rolled across the table, stopping just beside the edge.Enola let out a shaky breath.Her chest felt tight again.“Why is this so hard…”The whisper barely filled th