บททั้งหมดของ Reclaiming the Love We Lost: บทที่ 261 - บทที่ 270

The penthouse was quiet under the soft glow of dimmed lights. After putting Hayes and Aurelia to bed, Adrian and Lydia finally had the night to themselves. For the first time in what felt like forever, they were alone without the weight of guests or immediate crises hanging over them. Adrian had prepared a simple but thoughtful setup on the terrace — a bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling wine, fresh strawberries, and soft music playing from the speakers. The city lights twinkled below like scattered stars. Lydia stepped out wearing a comfortable silk robe, her hair loose. When she saw the setup, her expression softened. “You did all this?” she asked, a small smile touching her lips. “I wanted us to have one night just for us,” Adrian replied, taking her hand and pulling her close. “No babies crying, no arguments, no… interruptions.” They sat together on the wide outdoor sofa, wrapped in a shared blanket against the cool night air. For a while, they simply held each other, lis

The next morning, the penthouse was quiet except for the soft sounds of Aurelia cooing happily in her playpen near the large windows. Sunlight streamed in, casting a golden hue across the marble floors and luxurious furniture. Lydia was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, humming softly as she flipped pancakes on the stove. The aroma of fresh coffee and warm maple syrup filled the air. Adrian sat on the expansive sectional sofa, reviewing emails on his tablet, while Hayes played nearby with his favorite toy boats, occasionally glancing over at his baby sister with a mix of curiosity and lingering hesitation. On the surface, everything seemed peaceful — a picture of domestic harmony they had been desperately trying to rebuild. But in the shadows, Sophie was hard at work, determined to tear it all down. From her stylish apartment across town, Sophie sat at her desk with a malicious smile. She had spent the entire previous night meticulously crafting her next attack. Using an old ph

The afternoon sun streamed through the penthouse windows, but the warmth did little to ease the growing tension inside. Lydia was folding laundry in the master bedroom when Adrian’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. He was in the shower, so she reached for it to silence the notification. What she saw made her blood run cold. The screen was still open to a messaging app. Multiple anonymous chats from different numbers filled the screen. Lydia’s hands trembled as she scrolled through them. There were old photos of her and Eric from college, fake chat screenshots, and messages claiming she was still secretly meeting him. One message in particular stood out: Unknown Number: She told Eric she misses their old times. Check her phone if you don’t believe me. She’s not as innocent as she seems. Lydia’s heart pounded. She recognized the manipulative style immediately. Sophie. When Adrian stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, he froze at the sight of Lydia holdin

The penthouse that had once been their sanctuary now felt like a battlefield. The argument that had been simmering for days finally exploded that evening after Adrian returned from work.Lydia stood in the living room, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Aurelia was asleep in her bassinet, and Hayes had been put to bed early, but the tension in the air was thick enough to choke on.“How could you?” Lydia’s voice shook with betrayal and anger. “After everything we talked about, after that night on the terrace where you promised you would trust me — you still let Sophie get into your head?”Adrian stood near the windows, his shoulders tense. “Lydia, it’s not that simple. She fainted in my office. What was I supposed to do? Leave her there?”“You were supposed to see through her act!” Lydia’s voice rose. “She’s manipulating you, Adrian. She’s been doing it for weeks — sending those anonymous messages, showing you old photos, making up stories. And you keep falling for it!”Adrian ran a

The penthouse had never felt so cold.After days of escalating arguments and mounting pressure from the extended family, Adrian and Lydia made the painful decision to sleep in separate rooms. Lydia took the master bedroom with Aurelia’s crib, while Adrian moved to the guest room down the hall. The physical distance only deepened the emotional chasm between them.That night, the silence in the penthouse was deafening. Hayes had gone to bed early, sensing the heavy tension in the air. Lydia lay awake in the master bedroom, staring at the ceiling with tears slipping silently down her cheeks. She clutched the blanket tightly, feeling more alone than she had in years. The man she loved — the father of her children — no longer fully trusted her. The betrayal cut deeper than any argument they had ever had.In the guest room, Adrian sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. He replayed every conversation, every anonymous message, and every doubt Sophie had planted. P