บททั้งหมดของ Divorced With His Heir In My Belly: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

"It's not my fault!" Chloe snapped, her voice cracking with a sudden, raw emotion as she stood up from the sofa to face me, her eyes glistening with angry tears. "It is not my fault that I am actively searching for true love, Tyler! I want what everyone wants. I want someone to care for me. Is it a crime to want a real partnership?" "Well, it seems true love does not want you to search for it," I countered, my tone cold and unyielding. "Not with the catastrophic, repetitive mistakes you keep making with these men. You choose the wolves every single time, Chloe, and then you act completely shocked when they turn around and bite the hand that feeds them." Chloe let out a sharp, hysterical laugh, stepping back and shaking her head as a bitter smile crossed her lips. "Oh, listen to you. The great Tyler Rider, handing out relationship advice from his high horse. It’s not my fault if this entire family is completely cursed, Ty! Seriously, look at us. Which of our relationships has actual

TYLER’S POV The distant, bright laughter of Leena and Caleb echoed across the manicured lawns of the park, a sound so entirely pure and innocent that it felt completely disconnected from the dark, suffocating reality of the last few days. I sat on the wooden park bench, the cold metal of my fingers tightly wrapped around a paper cup of lukewarm coffee, my eyes tracking them as Caleb sprinted through the grass, his small boots kicking up loose patches of green as he chased Leena around the base of a massive oak tree.A few yards behind us, positioned near the concrete pathway, two of my personal security guards stood in silent, their eyes scanning the environment. Beside me, Sarah let out a slow, quiet breath, her hands buried deep inside the pockets of her wool coat. The color had finally started to return to her cheeks."How are you holding up?" I asked softly, turning my head to look at her profile, my voice dropping below the rustle of the wind. Sarah offered a faint, fragile s

Rosa didn't flinch. She looked directly into my eyes, her expression stripped of any formalities, speaking to me as the woman who had watched me bleed, watched me cry, and watched me build my armor from scratch."I mean exactly what I said, Sarah. Everyone in this household, everyone in the valley, and everyone in the Rider network knows that the ball is entirely in your court," Rosa said, her voice steady and true. "Tyler made mistakes in the past. He hurt you deeply, he broke your trust, and he broke the sacred foundation of what you two had built. No one is denying that. But he has spent the last nine years doing his penance. He has bled for this family, escaped being roasted in an explosion, he sat by your hospital bed until his own health started to fail, and he is actively trying every single day to be a better man, a better father... only if you will finally let him."I scoffed, a loud, mocking sound that vibrated with pure cynicism as I turned away from her, my fingers diggi

"Rosa? Mae?"My voice bounced sharply off the grand staircase as I stormed down the steps, my slippers clicking violently against the polished wood. I was practically vibrating with sheer, mortifying embarrassment. My cheeks were still burning a deep, furious crimson from that ridiculous dream clinging to my skin.I clutched the lapels of my silk robe tightly against my chest, my knuckles turning white as I rounded the landing. The audacity of it all was making my brain spin. How on earth did Tyler just breeze past my staff, and stroll right into my room without anyone stopping him?"Rosa! Where are you?" I demanded.I followed the faint, rhythmic sound of a knife hitting a wooden cutting board, leading me straight into the expansive, sunlit estate kitchen. The air smelled of rosemary, garlic, and roasting chicken.Mae was standing by the central marble island, her back to me as she chopped a pile of fresh vegetables for dinner. At the sound of my dramatic entrance, she jumped, the kn

The drive to Caleb’s School was the first time in weeks I had been completely alone with my thoughts, without the constant, watchful presence of a security detail in the passenger seat. I hadn't brought myself to hire a replacement for Dex yet; the idea of someone else sitting in that driver’s seat felt like a betrayal I wasn't ready to commit. I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white as I navigated the winding roads of the valley, the silence in the car amplified by the roaring of my own pulse.The school was a fortress of privilege, a sprawling campus designed to keep the world out and the elite safe within. As soon as I pulled into the designated parking lot and stepped out of the vehicle, the atmosphere shifted. One of the perimeter security guards spotted me immediately, his hand flying to the telecom unit on his shoulder as he spoke in a low, urgent tone.By the time I reached the grand stone archway of the main entrance, I didn't even have to reach for the door. The Vice