All Chapters of Breaking Her at Thanksgiving: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Solène adjusted her collar, her eyes fixed on the tablet in her hand as she stared at the graph on the screen.The conference room was in low murmurs, each person staring at a screen and discussing it with the person next to them in a quiet, arranged pattern. With printouts spread across the table.Then Solene let out a slow breath as she swiped past the numbers to the designs.“Look at six,” Mr Hathaway said, tapping his pen against the printout in front of him. “The structure is strong, but the finishing…feels slightly heavy.Solène nodded, already grasping what he was talking about.“Miss Wells reduced the layering since the last review,” she said. “What you’re seeing is the final balance between volume and movement. It won’t drag on the runway.”Mae glanced up from her iPad. “We tested it yesterday, ma’am. The fabric responds better under lighting in still pictures.”A pause.“And…” Mae continued. “I think it’d suit Virelli more.”Soft murmurs spread across the table, and a few no

The studio lights were very bright. Flickering once in a while, but steady long enough to maintain the spotlight of whoever was in front of it. The room was warm, but not as comfortable as one would think. Because there were a few people moving around behind the lights, equipment placed at different corners of the room.And barely any chairs.Except the small one the main character was leaning slightly against.Ari.She stood on the small set, her tiny shoulders straight, eyes wide but fixed on the camera, trying so hard to be brave.“Alright, sweetheart, lift your head a little,” the photographer said gently.She did. But it was a little too much.A few people chuckled softly.Solène just smiled from behind the camera line, crouching slightly so she was at eye level with Ari.“You’re doing good, baby!” She called, her voice soft, as the stylist helped adjust Ari’s posture and the soft white dress she was wearing.She glanced at Solene, and just like that, her face softened. A smile

Solène paused for a second, watching Linda across from her, that smile back on her face, her back resting comfortably against the chair.Relaxed like she was at home rather than in someone else’s office uninvited.“Update me on what?” Solene asked, a slight crease forming between her brows.But Linda took her time, crossing one leg over the other as she settled deeper into the chair.“I know where Lewis is. If you care to know.” She said, “And I know why he left. And trust me, it’s not just about you.” Silence settled, and Solene watched her for a few seconds, the tick from the clock on the wall echoing in the room.“What other reason did he leave?” She finally asked.Instead of answering, Linda scoffed softly—once, twice, then it turned into a low chuckle.Solène’s frown deepened, scared she’d let a madwoman into her office.“What’s funny?” “The way you lie to yourself.” Linda replied, her smile still lingering. “I may be wrong about so many things, but one thing I know for sure?”

Chelsea called about an hour later, furious. Her voice cracking through the phone as she yelled at Micheal for standing her up on their date.At first, Ronan found it funny.Sitting there watching a grown man get scolded like a reckless teenager was entertaining enough. Especially when Micheal kept trying to interrupt but kept getting shut down immediately.But then Chelsea added something about breaking up, and Micheal was on his feet.He didn't even waste a second and just rushed out, the phone still pressed to his ear as he tried to calm her down.And Ronan was left with his thoughts again—which was exactly what he'd been trying to avoid all day.He tried working. Signing a few papers, answering emails…But soon enough, nearly all the staff had packed up for the day.He just sighed, grabbed his things and headed downstairs.“Home, sir?" The driver asked once the car doors opened.Ronan just nodded and gave a small smile before getting into the car like everything was fine.Then t

Solène clutched the mug with both hands, like she hoped the heat radiating off it would drown out the one sitting in her chest. Her gaze drifted past the cafe window toward the construction site across the road, watching workers move steel bars and operate heavy machines like their bodies didn’t ache from it. Because no matter how much she lied to herself or to Ronan, she’d always know the actual truth about what was going on. She exhaled slowly, eyes dropping back to her coffee, then lifted it to her lips and took a sip. Her phone buzzed on the table beside her, and she picked it up, catching Mae’s name displayed across the screen. Solène unlocked it immediately and opened the attached picture. It was a picture of the piece going to Paris, displayed perfectly on the model during the fitting. Her eyes moved carefully over every detail. The structure, the stitching, the fall of the fabric, she zoomed in twice, then again, studying the finishing like her life depended on i