《MARRIED TO THE DEVIL BILLIONAIRE FOR REVENGE》全部章節：第 71 章 - 第 80 章

**Dominic** The penthouse was too quiet. I had not noticed the specific quality of the quiet before. There had always been noise of some kind, her movements in another room, water running, her voice carrying from wherever she was, the small sounds a person makes without knowing they are making them. Now there was nothing, and the nothing had a texture to it that the ordinary silence of an empty apartment did not. I sat at my desk with a blank sheet of paper in front of me and the pen in my hand and did not write anything for a long time. Raffael had gone. I had told him to find her, not to approach, not to make contact, only to confirm she was somewhere safe and stay within distance. He had texted me one line from outside Lisette’s building. *She is inside.* I had read it three times and put the phone face down on the desk. I picked up the pen. I had never written a letter like this before. I had written contracts and directives and correspondence that moved money and companies

**Dominic**The void was back and it had swallowed me whole.I moved through the days like a machine that had not been switched off. My body kept going. It woke up. It showered. It put on clothes. It answered calls when it had to. But nothing lived inside it. No feeling. No pain. No heat. Just empty space where Nadia used to be.Week two of the story breaking and the world still tore at my name. Headlines kept coming. Stock kept dropping. Board members left messages that grew more urgent. I listened to none of it. I sat in the penthouse with the lights low and let the silence press down on me. The same silence I had known my whole life before her. Only now it felt heavier because I remembered what it had replaced.I could not feel the leather of the couch under my palms. I could not feel the cool air from the vents. My heart beat steady in my chest but it meant nothing. The numbness had returned fully and completely. Every inch of skin was dead again. The world touched me and slid rig

**Nadia** Three weeks. Twenty-one days. Five hundred hours of Lisette force-feeding me soup and telling me my feelings were valid while I stared at unsigned divorce papers like they had personally offended me. I picked a café neither of us had ever been to. Neutral ground. No memories baked into the walls. No waiter who would recognize us and make it weird. Just coffee and bad lighting and the conversation I had been postponing since I walked out of his office. Twelve weeks pregnant. The bump was starting to announce itself whether I wanted it to or not. I had spent three days trying on coats before settling on one that fit. My body had opinions now. I was learning to consult them. Lisette linked her arm through mine outside the door. She had informed me she was coming the same way she informed me of most things, as a statement, not a question. I had not argued. I needed someone in my corner who would physically block the exit if I tried to run. I looked through the glass first.

**Dominic**The therapist's office was aggressively neutral.Beige walls. A plant that looked fake but wasn't. Two chairs angled toward each other at the specific degree that was supposed to feel casual but didn't. A box of tissues on the side table that I had not touched and was not going to touch.Her name was Dr. Reyes. She was maybe fifty, with reading glasses she took on and off when she was thinking and a legal pad she wrote on occasionally without showing me what she wrote. She had not tried to make me comfortable. She had not smiled too much or leaned forward with performed empathy or asked me how that made me feel in the particular tone that made people want to leave.I had been here four times now.This was the first time I had said anything that mattered."Walk me through the plan," she said. Not accusatory. Just direct. "From the beginning. How you thought about her."I looked at the window. Outside, the city moved at its usual pace. Indifferent. Continuous."She was a mec

**Nadia**Lisette had a system for delivering information I didn't ask for.She buried it. Slipped it into the middle of normal conversations like a pill inside peanut butter, hoping I'd swallow before I noticed. Five weeks since the press conference and she had gotten genuinely skilled at it. I almost respected the technique.Almost."So I was talking to Raffael," she said. Cereal aisle. Tuesday. Completely casual, like she hadn't been holding that sentence in her mouth since the parking lot."Okay.""He mentioned the foundation."I picked up a box of something I didn't want. Put it in the cart. "Okay.""Dominic funded it. Like, fully funded it. Not a check-and-move-on situation. Board, budget, operational structure. The whole thing.""I heard you.""I'm just saying.""You're just saying a lot of things, Lisette."She smiled at the granola bars like they were personally delightful to her. Moved on. I let her think she'd gotten away with it.She hadn't gotten away with it.I thought a