Semua Bab OFF LIMIT: FOURTEEN NIGHTS WITH MY HUSBAND'S BEST FRIENDS : Bab 241 - Bab 250

Chapter 239ElowenI turned to see Matteo standing in the other doorway, Alessandro beside him. Both men looked grim.Alessandro's gaze moved from his wife to me to the two men flanking me. Understanding dawned on his face, followed quickly by something that looked like disappointment. But not to me, to his wife."Margaret," he said quietly, his voice carrying the weight of finality. "We're leaving.""But Alessandro...""Now." His tone left no room for argument. "Apologize first."Margaret's mouth opened and closed. She looked at me, then at Kian's furious face, then at Matteo's cold expression."I..." She swallowed. "I apologize. That was... I shouldn't have said those things."The apology was hollow. Forced. But I nodded anyway because I just wanted her gone.Alessandro stepped forward, his expression genuinely apologetic. "I'm sorry. On behalf of my wife and myself. What she said was completely out of line and unacceptable." He looked at me directly. "You've been nothing but kind

Chapter 241ElowenI woke up to emptiness. The kind that lived in my chest where my heart used to be.Sunlight streamed through the curtains. I'd cried myself to sleep on the floor and somehow ended up in bed, though I didn't remember moving. My eyes were swollen, my throat raw.For a moment, I just lay there. Staring at the ceiling. Trying to convince myself to get up.Then I heard Giuliana's laughter from downstairs.That got me moving.I washed my face, trying to make myself look less like I'd spent the night sobbing. It didn't work. My eyes were still puffy, my face blotchy. But I couldn't hide in here forever.I made my way downstairs slowly, each step feeling heavier than the last.Matteo was in the kitchen with Giuliana, making her breakfast. She was sitting at the counter, swinging her legs, talking animatedly about something Marco had said yesterday."Mama!" She brightened when she saw me. "You're awake!"I forced a smile. "Good morning, baby.""Papa Matteo is making pancakes

Chapter 243Elowen Alessandro. And... Margaret.They were standing beside their table, looking down at them with an expression of pure disgust. Marco stood in-between them, holding his father's hand, looking confused.The three women went silent."Excuse me?" one of them finally said."I asked if you have any shame," Alessandro repeated, his voice calm but cold. "Sitting here, in public, loudly discussing someone's private business. Mocking her. Insulting her. Do you have any idea how pathetic that makes you look?""We were just...""You were being cruel. There's no 'just' about it." I was surprised when I heard Margaret words. Wasn't she the one that...?"That woman has done nothing to you. You don't know her. You don't know her story. You don't know what she's been through. But you're sitting here tearing her apart for entertainment.""Did you see the video?" one of them challenged. "She...""I don't care about the video," Alessandro interrupted. "Even if everything you're saying i

Chapter 245MatteoI didn't sleep that night. Neither did Kian.We spent hours in my office, laptops open, phones ringing, calling in every favor we had. Tech specialists. Legal teams. PR firms. Anyone who could help scrub that video from the internet.It was like trying to stop a flood with our bare hands.Every time we got one site to take it down, three more popped up. Every time we threatened legal action, someone would post it anonymously somewhere new.We knew someone powerful was involved. But we kept trying.Because that's what you do when you love someone. You fight for them. Even when they've broken your heart. Even when they've said they regret ever knowing you.Kian hadn't said a word about what Elowen said to him. He'd just started making calls, his face a blank mask, working with a focus that scared me."You don't have to stay," I'd told him around three in the morning. "You should go clear your name.""I'm not going anywhere until this is handled," he'd said."She doesn

Chapter 247ElowenI woke to beeping.Steady, rhythmic beeping that matched the pulse in my head.Everything hurt. My body felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry. My throat was raw. My limbs were heavy, like they'd been filled with sand.I tried to open my eyes but the light was too bright. I blinked, squinting, trying to make sense of where I was.White ceiling. White walls. The smell of antiseptic.Hospital.I was in a hospital.Memory came flooding back in fragments. The rain. The cold. Standing outside the gates for hours. Falling. Darkness.And before that, Matteo's cold eyes. His cruel words. The way he'd driven past me like I was nothing.I tried to sit up but my body wouldn't cooperate. A hand immediately pressed gently on my shoulder, stopping me."Don't move," Matteo's voice said. "You need to rest."I turned my head slowly. He was sitting beside the bed, looking like he hadn't slept in days. His hair was disheveled, his shirt wrinkled. His eyes looked red-rimmed an