Semua Bab The Wife You Shouldn't Have Lost : Bab 71 - Bab 80

It had been a busy morning at the gallery. No one had been able to sit down and rest—not even for a moment. If they weren’t doing one thing, they were assigned another. Some assisted customers to the restroom, while others handled inquiries or sales. It was a chaotic morning, with the steady stream of visitors pouring in. It was everything Layla had dreamed of. This was the life she had always wanted—to build something of her own and watch people admire it. Now, she stood surrounded by others who appreciated her effort, and it filled her with quiet satisfaction. The staff were exhausted, but she remained energetic. Still, her main concern was the document she intended to deliver to her ex-husband. In the past, hearing people refer to him as her “ex” had felt strange. But after receiving the divorce papers—thanks to Adrian—she no longer felt anything at all. It was noon, and there was no sign that the crowd would slow down. As people came in, some made purchases and left with their p

Parked outside the gate, Layla sat in the car, still unable to move. Every time she tried to speak, the words wouldn’t come, and it was starting to irritate her.They hadn’t just come empty-handed—they had brought a basket of fruit. For what exactly?To offer as an apology for everything that had happened between them?She scoffed in disbelief. Her mother had deliberately kept this visit from her, knowing she would have refused. But what could she do now?Ask the chauffeur to drive her back home. Step out and hail a cab? None of those options felt right in that moment.She swallowed her frustration, forcing the words back down. This wasn’t the time to argue—especially not with her dinner plans waiting ahead.She turned to her mother, her expression softening into something almost pleading.“Thirty minutes,” she said firmly. “My dinner is important.”Without waiting for a response, she reached for the door and stepped out. Forcing a smile, Layla helped her mother carry the basket of fr

The decision had finally been made, and Harthwore believed it was the right one. His wife had never led him into making the wrong choice. With the way things were unfolding, it was better to inform him of what they had discovered than to keep him in the dark. The video call had already connected—they were simply waiting for him to take his seat so they could begin. Harthwore sat beside his wife, her head resting on his shoulder. Neither of them knew how things would turn out, but they were willing to go through with it. The background noise faded, and moments later, Salvatore appeared, taking his seat. A satisfied smile rested on his face as he looked at them through the screen. “How have you both been?” he asked. “It’s been quite hectic over here,” he added with a light laugh, adjusting in his chair. “It hasn’t been the same without you,” Harthwore replied. “How’s work over there?” Salvatore paused, gesturing slightly toward the screen as if gathering his thoughts. “Oh—right,”

They were still on the highway, with the chauffeur driving behind them. Unnoticed, another car had been trailing closely behind the chauffeur since they left the mansion.For several minutes, the journey continued normally—until the vehicle suddenly sped up and overtook the chauffeur’s car.Startled, the chauffeur glanced at his rearview mirror at that exact moment.What he saw came too late.The car struck with force, sending his vehicle spinning out of control. It somersaulted repeatedly across the highway—once, twice, and three times—before finally veering off and crashing violently into a nearby café.The impact sent people running in every direction as panic broke out around the scene.****The hospital machines beeped continuously as doctors and nurses rushed through the corridors in chaos.Outside the emergency ward, the Harthwore family stood waiting anxiously for updates. It was not the chauffeur who had been directly affected—several vehicles along the highway were caught in

If only she had known an accident would occur; she never would have gone to the house to retrieve her car’s plate number. Now, everything had been spreading across the internet since last night. She had hoped the situation would calm down, but with every passing minute, it only seemed to get worse. For Adrian to have been at the mansion yesterday, it felt as though he already knew something connected her and her husband to the incident. Unable to stay at home any longer, Ashley hurriedly left the house that morning and headed to her mother’s law firm. If her mother wasn’t answering her calls, then something had to be wrong. Since she was the one who had received the plate number, Ashley needed to be certain she had nothing to do with the accident. Ashley forced herself to act normal, playing with her son as she waited for her mother to arrive. But the weight of her thoughts made it impossible for her to focus entirely on him. The door suddenly pushed open, and her mother’s se