Semua Bab Divorced With His Heir In My Belly: Bab 41 - Bab 50

[Sarah’s POV]The Grand Ballroom was a shark tank, and I was finally the one with the biggest teeth. I had just launched The Legacy Collection, and every bottle had been pre-sold to the Riders' biggest distributors.As I walked in, the same people who used to whisper behind my back about my failed marriage now went silent. They stared at my gown, and at the man beside me."Stay focused," Norman whispered, his large hand resting firmly on the small of my back. "I'm fine," I said, but my eyes were already scanning the crowd. "Smile, Sarah," I whispered to myself. "Give them a show."And there he was.Tyler was standing at the center of the room, he looked exhausted, but the moment his eyes landed on me, he straightened up. His gaze traveled down my dress, lingering on the curve of my hip before flicking to Norman."Sarah! Darling!" Mrs. Vandercamp, the unofficial queen of the social scene, intercepted us. "Your new wine collection is divine. Tyler must be so proud of your... little hob

[Sarah’s POV]My mind was still at the auction, replaying the way Tyler had looked at me. The house was quiet, except for the crackle of the fireplace and the low murmur of Alice and Rosa’s voices. Caleb was fast asleep upstairs, protected by the thick stone walls of the Hale estate."I’m just saying, Sarah, it’s a lot of energy," Alice said, leaning back into the velvet armchair. She was the more practical of the two, always looking for the straightest line between two points."Everyone with eyes knows Caleb is a Rider. The boy is Tyler’s twin. Why keep playing these games with the lawyers and the DNA swabs? Just tell him. Sit down like adults and figure out a schedule. A child needs his father, Sarah. No matter how much of a jerk that father is."Rosa snorted, swirling her wine. "Adults? Tyler Rider isn't an adult, Alice. He’s a predator. And you don't invite a predator into your home to talk about schedules. You cage him." She looked at me, her eyes fierce. "I support every move yo

[Sarah’s POV]The sun hadn't even fully cleared the ridge when the noise started. It wasn't the usual sound of tractor engines. This was the heavy hiss of air brakes and the loud, echoing shouts of men.I threw on a robe and hurried down the stairs, my head still throbbing from the secrets I’d uncovered at Norman’s cottage. I swung the front door open, squinting against the morning light."What is going on?" I called out.The driveway was blocked by a massive, flatbed commercial truck. Rosa and Mae were already there, their mouths hanging open."Sarah! You have to see this!" Mae shrieked, jumping up and down.I stepped onto the porch and stopped dead. The truck outside was filled with solid, vibrating wall of white lilies. Hundreds of them. The scent was so thick it felt like I was breathing in pure perfume."Are you Sarah Hale, ma'am?" a man in a jumpsuit asked, holding a clipboard."I am. But you have the wrong address. I didn't order these."The man checked his sheet. "Hale Estate.

[Tyler’s POV]I walked into the paternity court with my suit still smelling faintly of the lilies Sarah had dumped at the company an hour ago. I expected to see her disheveled or at least rattled by the scene she’d caused at the office.Instead, Sarah was already seated. She looked like ice—cool, sharp, and dangerously beautiful. She didn't even turn her head when I sat down across from her. Who was this woman? The Sarah I knew used to tremble when I raised my voice. This woman looked like she was presiding over my execution.I sat next to my lawyer, Miller, while Sarah sat with Agatha. The silence in the room was suffocating.The judge entered, a stern woman who looked like she had no patience for our Rider family drama. She didn't waste time. She opened the folder, cleared her throat, and read the words I had been waiting years to hear."The DNA profile for the child, Caleb Hale, indicates a 99.9% probability of paternity by Tyler Rider. The child is, legally, your son."A surge of

[Sarah’s POV]The smell of old wood and lavender usually made the house feel like a sanctuary, but today, the air was sharp with the scent of unwashed rain and expensive soap.I stood by the window of Caleb’s playroom, watching the silver SUV pull to a stop.Tyler stepped out, looking smaller than I’d ever seen him. The sharp, tailored edges of his Italian suits had been replaced by a simple navy polo and a pair of dark jeans. He looked like a man trying to disappear into his own skin."He’s here," I said, the words catching in my throat.Rosa, standing by the door with a tray of juice, tightened her grip until her knuckles turned white. "The staff are on high alert, Sarah. Elijah is by the barns, and the boys are in the kitchen. If he tries to take that child, he won't make it to the gate.""He won't try," I whispered, though I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince. "Bring him up."Minutes later, Tyler was standing in the center of the playroom. The brightly colored blocks and plu