All Chapters of SCANDAL IN HIS BED : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Dianne stood in the middle of the living room, surrounded by half-packed boxes, her arms folded tightly across her chest. The apartment looked smaller now, stripped of the warmth she had slowly built within its walls. The curtains were gone, the picture frames taken down, the couch wrapped in plastic. Yet the air still carried echoes—laughter, tears, late-night thoughts whispered into the dark.It was finally time.The apartment in Greenwich was secured. Papers signed. Deposit paid. There was no turning back anymore.A knock sounded on the door.She didn’t need to look through the peephole to know who it was.“Maya,” she called out softly.The door opened and Maya stepped in, her eyes immediately scanning the room. She froze for a second, her smile faltering as reality settled in.“Wow,” she breathed. “You’re really leaving.”Dianne exhaled slowly. “Yeah. I guess I am.”Maya dropped her bag and walked in fully, pulling Dianne into a tight hug without asking. Dianne stiffened for a mom

One year later, Greenwich no longer felt foreign to Dianne.It had become home in ways she never imagined it would. The streets she once walked cautiously now felt familiar beneath her feet. She knew which café made the best coffee, which bus to avoid during rush hour, and which corner of the park offered the quietest bench when she needed to think.Work had been kind to her too.At Moores Enterprise, Dianne wasn’t just surviving—she was thriving. Her ideas were taken seriously. Her voice mattered. Promotions came quicker than she expected, and respect followed closely behind. She no longer doubted herself the way she once did. The woman who had arrived in Greenwich broken and uncertain now walked into meetings with confidence etched into her posture.And then there was Nadia.What had started as a polite hallway interaction had blossomed into something solid and beautiful. They had become each other’s constant—movie nights, grocery runs, lazy Sundays, late-night talks that stretched

The hospital corridor felt colder than it had any right to be.Machines hummed softly in the background, nurses moved briskly from one end to another, and the sharp scent of antiseptic clung stubbornly to the air. Yet none of it registered to Roy. His eyes were fixed on the transparent doors leading into the pediatric ward where Keon lay, fragile and pale, surrounded by beeping monitors and dangling tubes.They were still trying to source compatible blood from the blood bank.Every passing minute felt like a cruel countdown.Roy stood with his hands clenched into fists, his jaw locked so tightly it ached. Karen sat a few seats away, her face buried in her palms, shoulders trembling as silent sobs wracked her body. Neither of them spoke. There was too much hanging in the air—fear, anger, desperation.The doctor finally stepped out, adjusting his glasses as he scanned the tense faces before him.“Mr. Sinclair,” he said carefully, “given the urgency of the situation and the incompatibili

The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Nadia’s apartment, casting a warm glow over the living room where the two friends sat comfortably on the sofa. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of the snacks they had prepared. The atmosphere was casual, but the chatter was lively, full of laughter and playful teasing.“Geez! Some people are so wicked,” Nadia exclaimed, shaking her head with exaggerated disbelief. Her hand flew to her forehead, and her eyes widened as she leaned back into the couch.“What happened?” Dianne asked, genuinely concerned, her brows furrowed slightly. She set her cup of coffee down on the table beside her.“My boyfriend just told me his friend—who’s married—just found out his child wasn’t his!” Nadia’s voice dropped slightly as she relived the shocking news, her hands gesturing dramatically as if to emphasize the magnitude of the betrayal.Dianne’s eyes widened, and she let out a soft gasp. “Oh… that

The room was quiet—too quiet.Karen sat stiffly at the long glass table, her fingers curled into the fabric of her dress as if it were the only thing anchoring her to the chair. The divorce papers lay before her, neatly stacked, clipped at the corner. Black ink on white paper. Final. Unforgiving.Roy stood a few feet away, arms folded across his chest, his face unreadable. He hadn’t sat down. He didn’t trust himself either.The lawyer cleared his throat.“Miss Adams—formerly Mrs. Sinclair—you can sign here,” he said gently, sliding the document closer to her and pointing.Karen swallowed hard.This was it. No more pretending. No more lies to hide behind. No more stolen stability.Her mother sniffed quietly beside her, eyes swollen from crying, while her father stared straight ahead, jaw clenched, shame etched deep into his features.Karen picked up the pen.Her hand trembled.For a brief moment, she hesitated—perhaps hoping Roy would stop her, say something, anything. But he didn’t mo