Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorced and Remarried: Desired by Two Billionaires : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

82~Eva’s POV“My husband means nothing to me,” I said, sharper than I intended.He searched my face. “Then why does he still have a shadow in this room?” he asked softly.I turned away, walking a few steps toward the window, the city stretching endlessly below. “You knew what this was,” I said. “You knew who I was when you chose to be here.”“And I still chose you,” he replied, coming to stand behind me, not touching this time. “But I will not burn my life down for someone who might walk away tomorrow.”I exhaled slowly, my reflection staring back at me through the glass. Controlled. Composed. Untouched.He hesitated for a moment, and then he asked it, quietly but boldly, as if he had already played the question over in his head many times.“What if I asked you to leave him?” he said. “What if I asked you to stay with me instead?”His hands moved as he spoke, slow and familiar, resting at my waist, sliding upward in a way that made my breath catch before I could stop it. He leaned cl

84~Eva’s POVI finally got home and moved on autopilot.Ronan’s shoes came off first, then his jacket, his chatter filling the space where my thoughts did not want to sit. I changed his clothes, slower than usual, smoothing the fabric as if it mattered more than it did. I fed him after. Watched him eat with the seriousness only children have, as if finishing his food was a responsibility entrusted to him alone. I smiled. Encouraged him. Told him he did well.Only then did I change my own clothes.We played for a while. On the floor. With toys, I had stepped over a hundred times without really seeing. He laughed. Climbed on me. Asked questions that went nowhere and everywhere at once. For a moment, just a moment, I forgot the smoke in the living room, the words Dylan had thrown earlier, the way the house always seemed to hold its breath around us.When it was time for him to sleep, I tucked him in carefully. Too carefully, maybe. I kissed his forehead, lingered there longer than neces

86~Eva’s POVI woke up to the soft drag of fingers across my cheek.It was not rough and not hurried. It was gentle, almost careful, like someone afraid I might break if they pressed too hard.I stirred, my lashes fluttering as light filtered through the room. My head ached faintly, the dull reminder of the night before. When my eyes finally focused, the first thing I saw was her face.Dylan’s mother.She was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed neatly as always, her hair perfectly arranged, her expression a mixture of concern and quiet authority. Her hand paused when she realized I was awake.“Good morning, my dear,” she said softly.I pushed myself upright quickly, my heart jumping. “Good morning, ma’am,” I replied, my voice hoarse from sleep and crying.Before I could fully sit up, she pulled me into her arms. The hug was firm, enveloping, and for a moment, I let myself melt into it. I buried my face against her shoulder, breathing in her familiar perfume.She pulled back sligh

88~Velma’s POVTheron drove us home, and the ride was quiet except for the soft hum of the engine and Jaden’s occasional hums as he gazed out the window, lost in thought. When we got in, Theron didn’t waste a second. He took over everything, as if the world outside didn’t exist, and my well-being was the only thing that mattered.“You’re not lifting a finger,” he said firmly, but with a soft edge, as he pulled off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.I smiled, leaning against the counter. “Are you sure you don’t need help?”He shook his head. “Nope. You watch and supervise, that’s your job tonight.”Jaden, bouncing on the balls of his feet beside him, giggled. “I want to stir! I’m a big chef!”“Careful,” Theron warned, handing him the wooden spoon. “This isn’t a toy.”“I’m careful!” Jaden said, puffing his chest out. “I’m super careful!”I laughed as Theron shook his head, and I watched him, utterly captivated, moving around the kitchen with that quiet confidence, directing both Jad

90~Eva’s POV“Go and get dressed,” Dylan’s mother said gently. “We are going out.”I blinked. “Out?”“Yes,” she replied, already turning slightly as if the matter was settled. “You need fresh air. And food. You look like you have been carrying the weight of this house alone, and also to celebrate you joining the company soon.”Something in my chest loosened. I nodded quickly, afraid my voice would betray me.“I will not be long,” I said.She smiled. “Take your time.”I went inside, closing the bedroom door behind me. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The sound of water filled the space, loud and steady, drowning out my thoughts. When I stepped under it, the warmth wrapped around me, and only then did I realize how tense my body had been. My shoulders ached. My jaw felt tight.I washed slowly, deliberately. I scrubbed my skin as if I could rinse off fear, humiliation, the way Dylan had looked through me instead of at me. By the time I stepped out, my fingers were wrin