Semua Bab You Broke My Heart, Now Watch Me Rise : Bab 41 - Bab 50

In the Blink of an EmergencyTHE office was quiet, the hum of the air conditioner the only background noise as she typed steadily, compiling reports and updating files on her laptop. The events of the past weekend drifted through her mind in fragments— Marcus’s threats, Eamon’s protection, Evan asleep in her lap, the gentle evening with Eamon. And finally Evan telling her about revealing her feelings to Eamon. She shook her head and focused on the spreadsheet before her, trying to anchor herself in mundane office work.Her phone rang abruptly, breaking the rhythm. Without thinking, she picked it up.“Ms. Elena,” she said, glancing at the caller ID before realizing it was the school.“Ms. Elena?” The voice on the other end was tense, urgent.“Yes… this is she,” Elena replied.There was a pause, and then the words hit like a hammer. “It is your son, Evan… he— he convulsed during lunch break. We had to call an ambulance. He is being rushed to the hospital right now. You need to come imm

Home Date After Dinner THAT first night passed quietly.Evan slept deeply, the kind of rest that only came after fear had loosened its grip. Elena woke several times, each time finding him warm, breathing steadily, his color better than it had been in days. A nurse checked in discreetly, and Eamon never intruded, he only asked, softly, from the doorway, “How is he?”The second day was brighter.Evan laughed again, demanded pancakes for breakfast, and insisted on exploring the “castle,” as he called the mansion. Eamon obliged, turning the tour into an adventure, pointing out “secret passages” that were really just hallways, and “treasure rooms” that were libraries. Elena watched from a distance, her chest full, her guard loosening with every shared smile.By the third night, Evan was fully himself.Dinner was served in the warm, softly lit dining room. Nothing formal, just comfort and abundance. Roasted chicken glazed with herbs, buttery mashed potatoes, vegetables tossed in olive oil

Cracks Beneath the SmileTHE living room was tastefully furnished. It wasn't a mansion, but a house that spoke of money spent carefully and confidently. Cream-colored couches, abstract art on the walls, a glass center table polished to perfection. It was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and Tiara’s laughter.She sat curled comfortably on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling endlessly. Her laughter rang out again and again, light and animated, as though she were determined to fill the space with sound.Marcus sat beside her.A glass of wine rested loosely in his hand, the deep red liquid untouched for long stretches of time. He had taken only a few absent-minded sips since Tiara served it, his eyes distant and unfocused. His body was present, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.Tiara burst into another fit of laughter. “Hey baby, look at this— oh my! This guy is so funny,” she said, shoving the phone playfully into Marcus’s face.He glanced at the screen for half a

When the Past Finally BreaksELENA looked at him as though he had spoken in another language.“Divorce?” she asked, her eyes widening.“Yes, babe,” Eamon replied calmly, but firmly. “A divorce… and a legal claim on Evan. That would put a final hold on all of this.” He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “Something official. Something binding. Like a restraint.”She stared at him, silent.The word echoed in her head, divorce. She had carried it like a forbidden thought for years, burying it under fear, hope, guilt, and exhaustion. She had never allowed herself to examine it closely. But now, sitting beside Eamon, with the night’s chaos still fresh, it suddenly made sense in a way it never had before.She inhaled slowly.“You know…” she began, then paused. “You are right.”Eamon turned to her fully.“Of course I am,” he said gently. “Dropping his last name— that thing that still ties you both together— is what you need to finally stop him from showing up whenever h

Papers, Promises, and the Point of No ReturnAVA hadn’t expected it, none of it. Not the way Eamon stepped closer to Elena, not the way his body angled instinctively toward her, protective and familiar, and certainly not the way his left arm slid around Elena’s waist as though it belonged there. As though it had always belonged there.Her heart twirled violently in her chest.She felt it, felt the sudden loss of balance, the sharp, dizzying realization crashing into her all at once. The clerk. The *old cargo*. Elena. Standing there, tucked neatly into Eamon’s side, calm, confident, adored.Eamon leaned closer to Elena, lowering his voice just enough to make it private but not enough to hide the intimacy of it. His thumb brushed lightly against her waist as he spoke, his posture relaxed, unguarded. Lovers’ body language— easy, unconscious, practiced.Ava’s lips wobbled.Her mouth opened, then closed. Opened again. No words came. It was as though the floor beneath her feet had cracked o