Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married to the billionaire who broke me: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 33

‎Chapter Thirty-One: The Past That Refused to Stay Buried ‎ ‎Valeria realized she had miscalculated the moment she saw Ethan hesitate. ‎ ‎It was subtle—so subtle no one else noticed. ‎ ‎A pause before he answered a question in a board meeting. ‎A fraction of a second too long before he dismissed Isabella’s name when it surfaced in conversation. ‎A sharp, restrained silence whenever someone referred to Isabella as expendable. ‎ ‎Ethan Blackwood did not hesitate unless something mattered. ‎ ‎And Isabella still did. ‎ ‎That realization curdled inside Valeria like poison. ‎ ‎She had not returned to orbit Ethan’s world. ‎ ‎She had returned to own it. ‎ ‎And Isabella—broken, disgraced, supposedly defeated—was still standing in the center of something Valeria could not reach. ‎ ‎So Valeria struck again. ‎ ‎This time, she did not aim for Isabella’s reputation. ‎ ‎She aimed for her safety. ‎ ‎The invitation arrived wrapped in elegance. ‎ ‎Cream paper. Embossed let

Chapter Thirty-Three: Isabella and Valeria Isabella did not tell Ethan where she was going. That was the first betrayal she allowed herself. She left before dawn, dressed simply, hair pulled back, heart pounding with the kind of fear that sharpened rather than weakened her. The guards noticed—of course they did—but she invoked Ethan’s authority with a steadiness that surprised even her. “I’m allowed to leave,” she said calmly. “Tell him I’ll be back.” They hesitated. She smiled, small and dangerous. “That wasn’t a request.” Valeria’s residence was quieter than Isabella expected. No press. No chaos. No armed spectacle. Just a sleek, immaculate house perched like a predator above the city, all glass and shadow and secrets. Valeria had always liked places that looked transparent while hiding everything. Isabella walked in unannounced. Valeria was waiting. “You shouldn’t be here,” Valeria said softly, seated on a white sofa, legs crossed, a glass of wine untouched