Semua Bab Divorced, But Taken By My Ex’s Uncle For Revenge: Bab 101 - Bab 110

The elevator doors slide shut in front of me. And suddenly, that’s when everything hits at once. The silence inside the elevator feels deafening after the tension of the boardroom. My pulse keeps on pounding violently in my ears, making me restless while I stare blankly at my reflection in the mirrored wall of the elevator opposite me. God. I actually did that. My hands tremble slightly around the report still clutched against my chest, and I tighten my grip instinctively, trying to steady myself. I can still remember the look on my father’s face clearly. The image of the shocked, angry, and humiliated look on his face refuses to leave my mind, and it all contributes to whatever this adrenaline coursing through my vein is. As elevator descends slowly, the adrenaline that carried me through that confrontation starts fading little by little, leaving me with only exhaustion in its place. I’m momentarily pulled out of my thoughts by the shrill sound of my ringing tone, and I fli

The restaurant is quiet, but not empty. It’s just calm enough that it feels far removed from the chaos of the last few hours. Nathaniel and I are seated at a table in a small restaurant he’d brought us too, the warm sunlight from out reflecting across the dark wooden table between us. Around us, in the background, the sound of muted conversations from others is blending with that of low music playing faintly. Somewhere nearby, the sounds of glass clinking softly reaches my ears, but even that sounds distant compared to the exhaustion weighing down my body. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until the food arrived. Or maybe I had. And I’d just ignored it. Nathaniel is seated across from me with his sleeves rolled up to show off his forearms, his tie loosened enough that he actually looks human instead of terrifyingly composed for once. At the thought of that, my lips curve into a smile. Desperate to hide it before he can raise his head from his food and see me, I reach for my

The office in the law firm is too clean for what is happening inside it. It’s too controlled and polished, like the walls were designed to contain conflict rather than witness it. But what people don’t know is that control doesn’t survive in a room like this. And that there are too many people for that. Laurent is seated across the table with a nearly stacked set of documents in front of him. His posture is calm, his expression neutral, all the kind that exist when everything has already been decided the way he wishes. Beside him, is father’s lawyer, Mr. Carson. He’s dressed in an expensive suit, his gaze precise as he stares at the clerk, giving off the vibe of the kind of men who speaks like every word from him has already been tested in court before it leaves his mouth. And then, there is Jonathan Ellis. Since I walked in here with Nathaniel, he hasn’t looked at me even once. He’s seated on a chair like this is some sort of inconvenience he intends to outlast rather than a

The drive back home from the law firm is quiet.I’m seated in the front passenger seat of the car, my head resting against the window as I watch the city move past in blurred fragments while Nathaniel drives. My palm, on the other hand, still tingles slightly.God.I actually slapped Lidya. Again.The thought should probably make me feel guilty, but it doesn’t. If anything, it makes my heart swell with pride and determination that if she crossed any line again, I’d do it again and again. At the thought, a laugh almost escapes me, and Nathaniel glances over at me briefly. “Is everything alright?”I shake my head without looking at him. “Nothing.”I feel the way he narrows his eyes on me, obviously trying to communicate that he doesn’t believe me. Unfortunately for him, I don't elaborate.He shakes his head and faces the road while I continue staring out of the window, letting both of us sit in the comfortable silence that returns until the shrill sound of my ringing tone fills the

Nathaniel and I are leaving. In the rear view mirror, the townhouse grows smaller the farther we drive away, but I keep watching it anyway. Even after we turn the corner. Only after it disappears completely do I blink, then let out a small exhale. For some reason, I had expected to feel something bigger. I had expected to feel something dramatic or some overwhelming realization. But all I feel is a strange kind of quiet that makes the ache in my chest dissipate, leaving nothing but ease. As we pull into the main road, Nathaniel says nothing to me, and neither do I. However, I can feel his gaze as he turns to look at me time to time, though my own attention is on the city, the afternoon traffic, pedestrians crossing interceptions, and cars moving in every direction. Life just continues normally as though mine hasn’t spent the last few months being disrupted repeatedly. Eventually, Nathaniel glances toward me and asks. “Are you okay?” I look out the window. “I think so."