Semua Bab Divorced With His Heir In My Belly: Bab 81 - Bab 87

[Sarah’s POV] The bright studio lights were clinical, bleeding the warmth out of the room until every shadow felt like a jagged edge. I adjusted the cuffs of my silk blouse, the fabric cool against my skin. To the world, sitting here next to Tyler for our first joint broadcast as the heads of the Rider Group was a sign of a historic alliance. Across from us sat Julian Vane, an interviewer known for peeling back the layers of high-society scandals. He leaned forward, his smile sharp and predatory. "It’s a sight many thought they’d never see," Julian began, his voice smooth. "The former King and the new Queen of Riders Group, shoulder to shoulder. Tyler, the board was famously hesitant about your return. How does it feel to be back in the building you once built, but this time, answering to the woman you once divorced?" Tyler’s jaw tightened. I felt the tension radiating off him. He opened his mouth, but the words seemed to catch in his throat. "It feels like evolution, Julian," I

[Tyler’s POV]Ever since Sarah had revoked my ban and initiated this partnership, the atmosphere in the building had shifted. The staff no longer looked at me with pity. I leaned back in the heavy leather chair, and adjusted the lapel of my suit. Across the polished mahogany table, four of our lead analysts were walking through the final projections for the merger."The Canadian logistics are stabilized, Mr. Rider," the head of operations said, tapping a pen against a tablet. "With Sarah’s new security protocols, the leaks have stopped. We’re projected to see a twelve percent rise in the third quarter."I nodded, though my mind was elsewhere. I was looking at the security camera in the corner of the ceiling. Every time I saw a lens, I felt the phantom weight of that footage from Sarah’s office with my face in it. To the world, and as far as I knew, to Sarah, I was still the man who had walked into her office and sold her out. That accusation sat in the back of my throat like a bitter

[Sarah’s POV] When the world finally began to bleed back in, it wasn't the sun that I felt first, but the rhythmic, agonizing throb in my temples. My eyelids felt like they had been stitched shut with lead. "Sarah? Sarah, can you hear me?"The voice was low, vibrating with a jagged edge of restraint. I forced my eyes open. The ceiling of my bedroom blurred, then sharpened. I wasn't in the mud anymore. I was tucked into my own bed, the silk sheets a stark contrast to the grit I could still feel under my fingernails.Mae was standing by the window, her face a map of fresh tear tracks, holding a tray that trembled in her hands. Rosa sat in the armchair, her rosary beads clicking like a frantic heartbeat. But it was the man sitting on the edge of the mattress who held my world together.Tyler.His eyes were bloodshot, his shirt wrinkled as if he’d been clawing at his own skin. The second my gaze locked onto his, the memory of the CCTV footage all came back rushing.I bolted upright, t