Todos os capítulos de FORGIVE OR FURY: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 87

Isabel’s shoulders slumped under the weight of Adrian’s words. For a fleeting moment, she had hoped that the passage of time, the silence, and the separation would somehow heal their wounds. She had imagined a scenario where they could rebuild, piece by piece, what they had once had. But here, standing before Adrian, she saw the truth for what it was: the years apart had changed them both, and the man before her was no longer the one she remembered.Her eyes flickered down to Elias, whose small, innocent hands were still clutching hers. He looked up at them, oblivious to the complexities of their emotions, just wanting his parents to be together again, in the way children always do."Mom, Daddy…" Elias’s voice wavered as he spoke, his brows furrowing in confusion. "Why can’t we all be together?"Isabel's heart twisted. She knelt down to him, her hands shaking as she cupped his face. "Sweetheart," she said softly, trying to keep her voice steady, "sometimes grown-ups… we make mistakes.

The day had finally arrived..the day Cecilia had dreamed of for so long. The morning sun poured through the curtains of her room, casting a soft golden glow that seemed to wrap her in warmth and anticipation. She sat at her vanity, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the necklace Ethan had given her, the one that had been passed down through his family for generations. The delicate gold chain sparkled as she fastened it around her neck, and for a brief moment, she stared at her reflection in awe, hardly recognizing the woman she had become.Her hair was swept up in a soft, elegant bun, with a few curls framing her face. Her makeup was simple, yet it enhanced her features, highlighting the natural beauty she had always known was there but had never fully embraced until now. She wasn’t just marrying Ethan today; she was embracing everything they had built together. She was saying goodbye to the shadows of her past and stepping into a future she had longed for—one filled with

Ethan’s arm shot out, shielding Cecilia and Hope instinctively, his surgeon’s calm cracking into something lethal. “You’re bluffing,” he said, voice low, deadly precise. “You think I’d let you near her again after what you did? After the crash Isabel caused..your mistress, your revenge? You don’t get to rewrite history with threats.”Adrian’s laugh was jagged, desperate. “Bluffing? You declared her dead, Ethan. You stole my wife. My life. I spent years searching, grieving a grave that was empty. And now you parade her in white like she’s yours?” His thumb twitched closer to the button. “One press. One. And this fairy-tale ending burns. Including the little girl who looks so much like me.”The words hit Cecilia like shrapnel. Hope whimpered, pressing her face into her mother’s hip. Cecilia’s hand dropped protectively to her daughter’s head, fingers tangling in soft cu