บททั้งหมดของ Breaking Her at Thanksgiving: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

The weekend should have been the easiest part of the week.The one day Solène didn’t have to force smiles at employees while pretending the foundation of her company wasn’t balancing dangerously on a thread.She’d actually made plans for once.Ari had some sort of junior brand ambassador event later in the afternoon, then afterward she was supposed to meet one of the other mothers at the park so the kids could play.Perfect distraction to keep her head straight.That’s all she wanted.It wasn’t even noon yet, though, and already she could hear Michael’s loud laughter drifting in faintly from the back of the house. Probably drunk already while talking nonsense with Ronan.But Solene didn’t mind, she was leaving with Ari soon. If only she could just sit still and let Solene brush her hair.“You’re ruining it again.” Solène said tiredly, trying to pull Ari’s hand from her hair. But the girl wouldn’t listen and just kept touching it.And honestly, if not for Ari’s growing modeling career,

Michael was already halfway through his second bottle before Ronan even settled properly into his chair.And honestly, Ronan was grateful he’d dragged the man into the garden instead of keeping this conversation inside the house where Ari seemed to pick up almost every little thing adults said lately.Micheal was nearly drunk out of his mind.“So let me get this straight.” Micheal said, forcing back a burp. “That little girl I saw once is Atlas’s child?”Ronan glanced at him briefly, like he was checking whether the alcohol had finally dissolved the man’s brain.Then he turned away again without responding.“And now,” Micheal went on. “Your brother’s in the city and he’s going after Atlas’s baby mama. AKA,your wife’s sister.” Ronan’s jaw tightened as Micheal burst into laughter.“Fuck, dude.” He lifted the glass again. “Your life is cinema right now.” He laughed again.“Look, I’m not here to gossip with you.” Ronan finally muttered, sitting forward. “I let you come here so we can tal

“I told you she won’t know where it is.” Hannah dropped into the chair heavily, folding her arms tight across her chest as she stared blankly ahead. “She probably doesn’t even care where the hell it is.”Raphael came down the stairs slowly, one step at a time. One hand shoved inside his pocket while the other held an unlit cigarette between his fingers.He stopped behind Hannah’s chair, his eyes fixed on her hair as his thoughts spiraled.They’d been back hours ago. Pretending everything was fine. Helping Katie with assignments due Monday, while their faces hurt from fake smiles.Now it was dark. Katie was properly tucked under her duvet up the stairs, sleeping soundly. And they could finally pull off their masks.Raphael, for one, wanted to punch something. Or better yet, set something on fire. Because the second he and the others walked back from the garden earlier, the look on Hannah’s face had told him everything.They’d failed.But even more annoying was the look on Ronan’s face

Solène let the phone ring for a few more seconds, her heart slowing like she didn’t want to take it.Then just before it ended, she lifted the receiver to her ear.“Mr Laurent.” “Mrs Alvarez.” His deep voice came calmly through the line. “I apologize for the delay.” Solène’s back met the chair again, in an attempt to breathe normally. “You said you’d call when you found something.“And I did.” There was a small pause, and Solene remained quiet, listening to the faint sounds on his end.“How bad is it?” She asked quietly.Papers shifting echoed from his end now, then he answered.“That depends entirely on whether the will resurfaces publicly.” Solène shut her eyes briefly, letting it sink in.Because of course.“Tell me plainly.” She finally said. “I’m ready to take anything at this point.” Mr Laurent let out a soft hum. “Plainly? Alright. If Hannah or any other person interested in it discovers you’re in possession of Atlas’s original will and decides to pursue legal action, thei

Solène shoved the phone into her bag a little harder than necessary and started toward the building before she could change her mind and just go back home.“He told me he wanted to get married to Hannah.” Her Mom’s voice rang loudly in her head.And she just wanted to scream until all the anger was out of her body.God, she hated it. She hated what Atlas did. Hated that he did all that and then just died.She shouldn’t have picked her Mom’s call to begin with. Because all she’d gained from it was her mood getting ruined.She should have just ignored it like she’d been doing.She inhaled deeply as she crossed the parking lot, heels clicking sharply against the pavement as she made for the door, half hoping shopping would help calm her down.“Welcome, ma’am,” the security man at the door greeted warmly with a smile.And immediately, Solène’s expression settled back into something calm. Controlled.She smiled politely. “Thank you.” Then she stepped into the large building.Cold air immed