Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Perfect Marriage Revenge : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Standing by the villa's front gate, she glanced down at her packed belongings. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed, but she forced herself to hold her chin high. This is it. No turning back. Now. She dragged her luggage onto the driveway, the faint hum of the city at night, wrapping around her like a hollow embrace. So this is what starting over feels like, just me and the sound of my own footsteps. Bianca pulled out her phone, scrolling through her contacts. Helen No, not at this hour. Her parents. That thought didn't even cross her mind. She was truly alone. Her only option was the nearest five star hotel, which was at least an hour's walk away. She sighed, clutching her suitcase tighter as she stepped onto the deserted road. It was around 02:00 a.m. Each step felt heavier, her heart pounding with every sound she heard. The air felt colder than it should. And Bianca. And shivered. Pulling her thin jacket closer around her sho

I will manage, Bianca said, though her voice wavered just enough to betray her uncertainty. Helen's expression shifted. Her curiosity, piqued, speaking of managing what's the deal with Michael? He swooped in like some knight in shining armor last night, out of nowhere, no less, setting her coffee cup down with a soft clink. It's nothing. Helen, I was in a helpless situation, and he happened to be there. That's all. He's just decent. Helen leaned forward a smirk, tugging at her lips. Decent Bianca. He's more than that, handsome, rich and apparently never entangled with anyone. That's like spotting a unicorn. Bianca rolled her eyes, her fingers, tracing the rim of the cup. Michael's like that with everyone. It's just who he is, kind generous. And let's not forget, he's on Edward's level. Why would he take special interest in someone like me? Helen tilted her head, her teasing tone, softening, are

What have I done? One of the servers thought panic flooding his chest. His eyes darted toward Manager Lauren, who stood frozen by the reception desk. Pale and motionless. Lauren's wide eyes betrayed the dread coursing through him. The server's hands trembled slightly. We were just following orders, weren't we? Across the room. Bianca staggered her heels, slipping against the polished floor. She caught her balance one hand, clutching the edge of a nearby table for support. Her gaze lifted, and when her eyes locked with Theo's, her breath caught. A jolt of surprise shot through her, followed quickly by dread. Her lips parted, but no words came. Why is he here? Of all the places, of all the moments? Why now? Her fingers tightened around the table's edge, as if it could anchor her. She felt exposed, worn down and entirely out of place. Under his intense gaze. He already dislikes me. His

Bianca froze. Theo's words echoed in her mind like a voice in an empty hall. Slowly, she turned to face him. Are you? Are you saying, I can come back to your place and stay there. Theo frowned slightly, don't get the wrong idea, he replied, flatly. Starting today, I can accept you. As a cook, Bianca looked at his cold expression and let out a nervous sigh. No problem. She said quietly, but inside she was fuming, seriously, how bossy can he get Do I look like a cook? I'm your wife, for god's sake. Someone needs to smack his head. Maybe then he'll function like a normal man. Theo noticed her timid reply and leaned back in his chair, the faintest triumphant smile flickering across his face. She wasn't particularly fond of her, but he liked her cooking. Sadly, no other cook had ever satisfied his picky taste. Bianca's food was a rare blessing. Besides, he thought, with her handling the meals, I won't have to

Bianca was startled, nearly dropping the wooden spoon in her hand. Her wide eyes snapped at the door. Oh, you're back, she said. Her voice a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. Theo stepped into the room. His presence filling the space like a cold draft. His gaze swept over her briefly before landing on the dining table. Without a word, he moved toward the platter of colourful puddings. Bianca opened her mouth to say something, but stopped herself as Theo picked up a spoon. He scooped a piece of pudding into his mouth, chewing slowly. His expression remained unreadable, offering no hint of whether he approved or not. That's mine, she thought. Her stomach twisting. It wasn't meant for him, but the words stayed stuck in her throat. Finally, Theo set the spoon down. His tone flat as he said. The pudding you made. It's quite good. Bianca blinked, caught off guard, her irritation warred with an unwilling sense of pride, forcing a smile, she replied. I'm glad you like it. I made it