Mr. Sterling, Your Ex-wife is a Famous CEO のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

By nine o'clock, the Sterling Mansion was already dressed for mourning, standing sparsely around Victor's grave, white lilies in hand. Adrian was far behind, eyes darting everywhere but the grave. Arabella had her arm wrapped around Axel’s shoulders as they stood in the vast space between Adrian and his mom.Catherine squatted in front of the grave, her lily dropped on the tombstone, her eyes heavy. For the first time in ten years of standing at this grave, she looked genuinely guilty. Not blaming anyone. Not trying to justify what led to the death…just genuinely guilty. “I–you didn't deserve any of the things that happened to you.” She sniffled, her voice low, “I know apologizing now wouldn't seem sincere enough, but I’m still sorry.”She let out a sharp breath, “I never meant to kill you. And I’m sorry I let her take the blame for years.” “This might be the last time I come here, so this is my only chance to apologise.” She paused, going down memory lane, “I was desperate to

Adrian indeed circled around the cemetery, waiting until they left before going back. For one long hour, he just sat by the grave, back relaxing on the headstone, his bandaged leg stretched. The whole time he didn't say a word. Gavin waited in the car. Sunlight shone and dimed, sweat breaking through his body, but it felt like he couldn't find the right words. When he finally opened his mouth, the only thing that came was, “I’m sorry,” and a lone tear trickled down his cheek. “Ten long years…for ten long years I failed you.” He lamented, “I let that murderer live freely, use your name and resources and live in your home.” “I let that woman control me…” his voice shook, referring to his mother this time, “I let Arabella suffer. I ruined our child’s childhood.” He pressed his palm to his face, trying to hold in the pain as his heart ached with regret. “I don't even know what to say except sorry. I’m sorry, Dad.” He leaned his back on the headstone, head dropped, his body shakin

Arabella raised a brow, moving to sit up on the chair by her dressing table. “Just like that? Are you starting to develop a soft spot for him too?” She asked, dabbing her face with a cleanser. “Because you used to be his biggest hater aside from me.” Vera didn't jump to defend herself. She was quiet long enough for Arabella to glance back at her. “Do I still hate him? Definitely. A soft spot? Maybe.” She said it like it physically pained her.Arabella almost laughed, moving her hands across several skincare products like she hadn't bawled her eyes out just a moment ago. “Because he’s such a great writer?” “Oh, come on! Not that.” Vera defended herself, “Derek had told me. And I did my research. Dude hasn't even touched a single drop of alcohol ever since he realized his drunken mistake.” Arabella gasped, looking back in disbelief, “You knew? And didn't tell me?” “What would you have done? Cry? Or fall for him all over again because he’s such a ‘gentleman’?” Arabella snapped he

Adrian and Arabella locked eyes over Axel. No one said anything, but by the look in their eyes, one could tell they were already going down memory lane.“Grandma said you both were inseparable as kids. Tell me all the good memories. I don't want the sad ones.” Axel insisted. For a child who barely talked much, and rarely ever asked for anything, they couldn't reject his request.“You know, the first time I saw your mom, she reminded me of Pikachu.” “Huh?” Arabella gasped in disbelief, “You told me I was the cutest kid you’ve ever seen. You’re lying.” “Of course not.” Adrian argued, “You were cute. Wide sparkly eyes and rosey cheeks just like Pikachu.” Adrian and Axel giggled. Arabella, still not convinced, brought out goggled Pikachu. “There is no way I looked like that.” He showed it to Axel, hoping to get him on her side. Axel looked at his mom and then the picture. “Of course you do.” Adrian and Axel dissolved into laughter.Arabella narrowed her eyes at the father-son du

Arabella sat across from Claudia in a quiet coffee shop nestled in one of the city's most affluent neighborhoods. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, warming the marble tabletops and casting a golden glow across the room.“So, you are Arabella.” Claudia said, stirring her coffee with unhurried grace. At fifty-two, she was still striking. Her chestnut hair, threaded with silver at the temples, swept into a neat low bun. She wore a cream blazer and tailored trousers. “How did you like your welcome back gift?” She asked, adjusting the silk scarf tied loosely around her neck. “It's a fifty million dollar penthouse.” “What?” Arabella mumbled, eyes wide in disbelief. She knew that house was expensive. But $50M was too much. It was unnecessary.Still she closed her mouth and held Claudia’s gaze. She didn't want to look classless in front of her. “Well, I guess I better do a good job at Vertex Energy to please my benefactor.” She said,Claudia chuckled, soft, elegant, and still ma