บททั้งหมดของ Divorced while carrying his secret : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The echo of the child’s cry lingered in Rowan’s mind long after the call ended.It wasn’t loud.It wasn’t dramatic.But it was intentional.Calculated.Cruel.Amara watched Rowan’s face carefully, her chest tightening as dread slowly replaced confusion.“That wasn’t random, was it?” she asked softly.Rowan shook his head once.“No.”Amara swallowed, fear threading through her voice. “Do you know whose child that was?”Rowan’s fingers curled around his phone.“That’s what scares me.”The uncertainty felt worse than truth.Because it meant the threat wasn’t specific.It was limitless.Amara wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly cold despite the warm night.“Selene did this.”Rowan didn’t answer immediately.But his silence agreed.“She wants you afraid,” Amara continued.Rowan’s gaze hardened. “She wants control.”Amara exhaled shakily.“And now she has our attention.”Rowan leaned back in his seat, staring at the windshield but seeing something far away — memories, obligations, p

The doors closed behind them with a heavy, deliberate sound.Not loud.Not violent.Just final.Amara felt it in her chest.This wasn’t just a meeting.It was entry into a world Rowan had tried to keep her from.The mansion’s interior was dimly lit — polished marble floors, towering ceilings, portraits of stern-faced ancestors lining the walls. Power lingered in the air, old and unyielding.Selene walked ahead without looking back.“Make yourselves comfortable,” she said lightly.Rowan didn’t move further inside.“Where is everyone?” he asked.Selene glanced over her shoulder.“You’re looking at the welcoming committee.”The words echoed faintly.Amara’s pulse remained unsteady, but she refused to show fear. She stepped slightly closer to Rowan — not hiding, just aligned.Selene noticed.A faint flicker of amusement crossed her face.“You always did choose interesting rebellions,” Selene said to Rowan.Rowan’s voice was cold. “Stop circling and say what you brought us here for.”Sel

The rain didn’t stop.It battered against the glass walls of Rowan Hale’s penthouse as if the sky itself wanted answers.Amara stood in the middle of the living room, her coat still dripping onto the marble floor. Her heart hadn’t stopped racing since she saw the envelope.The envelope Selene left.Rowan stood near the bar, silent. Watching her.Waiting.“You said she meant nothing,” Amara whispered.“She doesn’t,” he replied calmly.“Then why does she have DNA results?”The words cut through the room like shattered glass.Rowan’s jaw tightened.Because this wasn’t just about Selene anymore.Amara pulled the papers from her bag and threw them onto the glass table between them.“I had it tested again.”Silence.Rain.Thunder.“She’s not carrying your child.”Rowan didn’t move.Didn’t blink.“She falsified the report,” Amara continued. “The clinic she claimed to use doesn’t even exist.”His fingers curled slowly.Selene.He should have known.“She wanted leverage,” Amara said softly now

Amara didn’t sleep.Even after Rowan insisted she stay at his penthouse “for protection,” even after extra security filled the building, even after the storm finally stopped—Her mind refused to rest.Remove her.The words echoed inside her skull.Rowan stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, phone pressed to his ear, giving quiet but lethal instructions.“No one in or out without clearance,” he said. “Double the guards on the east entrance. I want background checks on every staff member.”He ended the call and turned.Their eyes met.He walked toward her slowly.“You should be sleeping.”“You were shot,” she replied softly. “And your father just ordered me eliminated.”His jaw tightened.“I won’t let him touch you.”“Rowan… this is your father.”His expression didn’t soften.“That stopped mattering a long time ago.”She studied him.For the first time, she saw it clearly—the war he’d been fighting long before she came into his life.“Tell me,” she said gently. “What did he do to yo

Chapter 29: BreachThe voice came from the dark.Low.Close.“You should have stayed divorced.”Amara’s grip tightened around Rowan’s shirt.Her pulse was so loud she could barely hear her own breathing.Rowan didn’t respond.He moved.Slow.Calculated.One hand reached behind him, pressing Amara gently toward the wall.“Bathroom,” he whispered under his breath. “Lock it. Now.”“I’m not leaving you—”“Now.”The command in his tone left no room for argument.She hesitated one second too long.A shadow shifted at the end of the hallway.Metal glinted.Rowan lunged forward.The intruder fired.The gunshot exploded through the darkness.Glass shattered somewhere behind them.Amara screamed.Rowan tackled the man hard against the wall. The two bodies crashed into a console table, splintering wood.Another gunshot.The bullet grazed Rowan’s side.He didn’t slow down.He drove his fist into the attacker’s wrist.The gun clattered to the floor.Amara didn’t think.She ran forward and kicke