Semua Bab Her Only Exception: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Andrea’s phone clattered to the cold asphalt, the screen lighting up brightly in the darkness as Henry’s name flashed across it. The ringing cut through the silent parking lot like a siren, sharp and urgent.She lunged for it with everything she had left, heart exploding in her chest. “Henry–!”Caleb’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, yanking her back so hard she stumbled. “Don’t,” he snapped, his voice no longer soft or apologetic. The fake remorse he had worn at the café was gone. In its place was the cold, controlling tone she remembered too well–the one that used to make her shrink back in college.She twisted violently, trying to break free, but Caleb’s grip tightened like a vise. “Let me go! This is insane! You can’t do this!”“Stop fighting,” he said, voice low and edged with irritation. “You always make everything so difficult.”Andrea’s eyes widened in horror as reality sank in. This wasn’t the “changed man” he had pretended to be at the café. This was the real Caleb– the

Henry paced the living room of the penthouse like a caged animal, phone pressed to his ear for the seventh time in the last ten minutes. The marble floors echoed under his shoes with every sharp turn. The city lights beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows glittered coldly, indifferent to the storm building inside him.It rang.Once.Twice.Then straight to voicemail again.“Andrea, pick up,” he muttered, voice tight with a worry he rarely let show. “Come on, baby. Where are you?”The penthouse felt too quiet, too empty. He had come home expecting to find her curled up on the couch with a glass of wine, or waiting for him in the kitchen with that small smile she saved only for him. Instead, the space was too silent except for the emerald scarf that rested on the couch he’d have believed Andrea hadn't gotten home yet. He had tried calling her severally but it kept going straight to voicemail. His texts too haven’t been read since when he sent them. This was unusual, even when Andrea asked

Henry kept moving without knowing exactly where he was going, he had left his phone in the car so he couldn't track the location pin to know where exactly Andrea was. His breath were coming in sharp, controlled bursts. The yellow security lights cast long, jagged shadows across the parked cars and dumpsters. He didn’t slow down. He couldn’t.“Andrea!” he shouted, voice raw and echoing off the brick wall. “Andrea! Where are you?!”The sound ripped through the quiet night like a siren. He rounded the corner of the building, eyes scanning every shadow, every flicker of movement. His heart hammered so hard it felt like it would crack his ribs. “Andrea! Answer me!”Inside the dimly lit alcove behind the clinic, Lindsay’s head snapped up. The live video feed on her phone trembled in her hand. Caleb froze mid-sentence, phone still clutched between his fingers. The three large men standing guard shifted, hands twitching toward their sides.“He’s here,” Lindsay hissed, her perfectly composed m

Lindsay sat stone-faced in the back of one cruiser, wrists cuffed behind her, staring straight ahead looking a lot like she was disappointed instead of regretting what she’d just done. Caleb was already loaded into another, head bowed, looking a lot more regretful than he ever had in his life. The three armed men were split between two more vehicles, their weapons long since confiscated and bagged as evidence.Henry didn’t watch them leave. His arms were still locked around Andrea, holding her like she might vanish if he let go even for a second.Slowly, they broke apart. Andrea’s hands trembled as she stepped back just enough to look up at him. Tears were flowing freely through her lashes, but her voice was raw and steady. And the side of her head was still bleeding. “Andrea, you’re still bleeding we need to get you to the hospital right away.” the words stumbled out of Henry’s mouth a little shaky.But Andrea wasn’t interested in that yet. “Henry… I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “For

She stayed curled against Henry’s chest long after her confession had spilled out. The penthouse was quiet except for the soft hum of the air-conditioner that was set at the corner of the room. Her tears had slowed, but her body still trembled with the aftershocks of everything she had said finally let him see. Henry held her tighter, one hand stroking slowly up and down her back. When he finally spoke, his voice was dangerously sexy, the kind of voice that wrapped around her like armor. “You are not boring,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “At least not to me. You are the best woman I have ever been with, Andrea. I was never the relationship type, I never really wanted to settle down. I built my whole life around control, work and distance because it was safer that way. "But you… when you walked into my building on your first day and crashed into me like a storm I couldn’t ignore, I knew you weren't like everyone else. You're different....special. You make me wan