Semua Bab Let’s Divorce. Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice.: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Stella nodded and looked away from Evan.Beside her, Gray also retracted his gaze. "Let’s go, Miss," he said.She gave a small nod, and the three of them headed toward the car where Evan was leaning against the passenger door. Rain pelted his body, trailing down the strands of his hair.As Stella approached, Gray opened the door for her. With only a fleeting glance at the man blocking her way, she lowered her head to step inside. But Evan's hand shot out, clamping firmly around her arm.Stella froze.The humid, heavy air instantly turned brittle. As Evan grabbed her, Gray simultaneously seized Evan's wrist. Both men radiated an overbearing dominance, their eyes locking in a sharp, lethal stare. The tension between them crackled, thick and suffocating.“Are you sure you want to make a scene here?" Gray asked.The sense of warning in his voice was razor-sharp.Evan’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "You’re taking my wife right under my nose? You think I’m just going to roll over and l

Evan was visibly irritated.Still, he forced his voice into something restrained. “For the past six months, I only cared about making sure my brother’s child was born safely. I know you’re angry. I know you blame me, but—”His phone began vibrating before he could finish.Dora called.He didn’t need to guess why she was calling.Evan’s jaw tightened. He declined the call.A second later, it rang again.Persistent. Insistent.Stella’s smile turned sharper. “You should answer. She’s probably on the hospital rooftop by now, crying for Steven.”She tilted her head slightly. “After all, only your face can calm her down. You look exactly like him.”Depression really was the perfect excuse.It made people sympathetic. Made them forgiving.Every time Summer spiraled, the Wright family panicked about the baby and called Evan immediately.Evan let out a long breath and, almost unconsciously, reached out to smooth a hand over Stella’s soft hair.As if soothing a startled kitten.He

Back at Mount Pansworth.Stella had just finished a hot shower and lay down when a message came through from an unknown number.A photo.She opened it.On the hospital rooftop, Evan was holding Summer in his arms, lifting her down.Stella locked her phone and set it aside.No need to guess.Summer must have sent it from a burner number.Be proud of it, she thought coldly.The more triumphant you feel tonight, the more humiliating tomorrow will be.---At the hospital.After being pulled down from the rooftop, Summer was in obvious pain. Her surgical wound throbbed badly.Dora and Fiona were both there.Dora wiped her tears nonstop. “Summer, what were you thinking?”“You have to think about the babies. They’re so little.”Tonight had been terrifying.That building was so high. If she had fallen, there would have been no survival.Summer’s face was streaked with tears. “I… I don’t know what came over me.”“I really don’t know. I just… I just wanted to find Steven. I…”

The moment Evan learned that Felix had driven Stella to Azure Heights, he went there immediately.She wasn’t there.He called Felix at once.Felix clearly had no interest in taking the call. He didn’t answer until the second attempt.“It’s the middle of the night,” Felix said coolly. “Summer just finished having a breakdown. Now you’re having one too?”Evan’s head throbbed.Hearing that from his closest friend made his breathing uneven.He didn’t want to argue.“Where is Stella?”“She’s your wife,” Felix replied evenly. “Shouldn’t you be the one who knows?”Evan’s breath caught.His wife.Yet every time she disappeared lately, he couldn’t find her.He had to ask other people. Because apparently they could reach her more easily than he could.Patrick had already told him Felix picked her up from the bridge.“Patrick said you took her from the bridge.”Felix’s tone sharpened slightly. “And why do you think I would be the one to pick her up?”Silence thickened on the line

Pinned in Evan’s arms, Stella narrowed her eyes.“Let go.”Her voice was ice. No warmth. No hesitation.So cold that he couldn’t even imagine how she might smile in front of Felix.His grip tightened instinctively.“Stella, we’re not divorced. You’d better drop whatever ideas you’re entertaining.”“You think I betrayed you? Then divorce me,” she shot back. “What ‘ideas’ am I supposed to drop? I won’t.”Her tone was just as hard.The way she said it—almost daring him to go through with it—made something dark flash in his eyes.He let out a dangerous laugh. “Divorce? Don’t even dream about it.”He wasn’t letting her go.Hearing the certainty in his voice, Stella closed her eyes for half a second.Then she drove her knee upward toward his most vulnerable spot.He saw it coming.His leg blocked hers effortlessly.Frustrated, she glared up at him.He suddenly scooped her up in his arms.“You vicious woman,” he muttered. “You break that, and you’ll be the one regretting it.”