บททั้งหมดของ A SURROGATE TO MY BILLIONAIRE EX HUSBAND : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Alexander povThe room was too quiet.Not the kind of quiet that brought peace—but the kind that made every thought echo louder than it should.Alexander sat in his study, surrounded by papers he had read twice without absorbing a single line. Contracts. Reports. A signed agreement that tied too many lives together in ways that no longer felt as simple as they were meant to be.His gaze lingered on one document longer than the rest.The deal with William.Elara’s father.A man who smiled too easily and threatened even easier.Alexander leaned back slightly in his chair, exhaling through his nose. The memory of their last conversation replayed in fragments—carefully chosen words, veiled warnings, expectations wrapped in polite silence.Nothing about it felt clean.Nothing about it felt finished.And then there was Vivian.His mother.That alone was enough to tighten his jaw.She had been… different lately.Not openly confrontational. Not directly involved.Worse.Quiet.Controlled.Wat

Vivian pov Silence had always been Vivian Hale’s most reliable companion.Not the comforting kind.The obedient kind.The kind that meant nothing was moving outside her awareness.But lately, even silence had begun to feel… uncertain.Vivian sat alone in her private sitting room long after the house had settled. The staff had withdrawn. The corridors were quiet. Even the distant sounds of movement in the estate had softened into something almost hesitant, like the house itself was trying not to disturb her thoughts.Her teacup rested untouched on the table beside her.She had not taken a sip in nearly ten minutes.That alone was unusual.Vivian noticed everything.Especially when she began noticing herself.Her gaze drifted slowly across the room, though nothing in it had changed. The arrangement was the same. The structure unchanged. The elegance intact.And yet—something felt subtly misaligned.Like a painting hung a fraction too far left.Barely noticeable.But impossible to igno

Alexander POVThe city moved endlessly beneath the glass walls of my office.Cars.People.Meetings.Noise.Everything continued exactly the way it was supposed to.But somehow, nothing around me felt stable anymore.I stood near the window with one hand tucked into my pocket, the untouched coffee on my desk already cold behind me. The skyline of Los Angeles stretched endlessly ahead, yet my mind remained trapped somewhere far away from business reports and corporate schedules.Elara’s voice replayed in my head again.I want a divorce.The words still didn’t sit right with me.Not because divorce itself was shocking.Relationships ended every day.People left.People changed.That was reality.But Elara?No.She was strategic.Careful.She understood reputation, timing, and appearances better than most people.So why now?Was she serious?Or was this another way of forcing my attention back toward her?A calculated emotional reaction.A tantrum wrapped inside pride.My jaw tightened s

Celyne pov Some people carried trouble with them like perfume. You didn’t need to see it first. You felt it. And ever since my aunt’s message appeared on my phone two nights ago, an uneasy feeling had settled heavily inside my chest. Not fear exactly. Something worse. Expectation. Because Mandy never reached out without wanting something in return. Never. I stood quietly inside Clara’s apartment kitchen, staring blankly at the kettle steaming softly in front of me while my thoughts drifted elsewhere. What could she possibly want this time? Money? I almost laughed bitterly at the thought. There was no money anymore. Not like before. Not like when I lived inside the Hale mansion surrounded by luxury that never truly belonged to me. Now? I was borrowing peace inside someone else’s apartment while secretly co

Alexander POV The office felt too structured today. Too clean. Too quiet. Like everything had been arranged with precision, yet nothing was actually under control. Alexander leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the glowing screen in front of him, but not seeing a single word on it. The contract he had been reviewing for the past twenty minutes remained unchanged—still open, still unread, still meaningless. His jaw tightened slightly. Focus had never been a problem for him before. But lately, everything demanded a version of him he could no longer fully access. A knock interrupted the silence. Without looking up, he answered flatly. “Come in.” The door opened and his assistant stepped in, holding a slim folder and a tablet. “Sir,” she said carefully, “these are the updated reports from legal. Also… Mrs. Wynn requested confirmation on the meeting schedul