Semua Bab Divorced At Dawn: The CEO Who Begged Too Late: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Miranda didn’t respond.She held his gaze for a moment longer, calm on the surface, unreadable.That silence was enough.Adrian’s expression hardened further, irritation flashing into something uglier.He pushed his chair back and stood up abruptly.The sound scraped across the floor.Without breaking eye contact, he reached into his pocket, pulled out her phone, and dropped it on the table in front of her.“I don’t give a damn who you’re sleeping with,” he said coldly.Miranda’s fingers twitched slightly beside the table, but she didn’t reach for it yet.Adrian continued, his voice low and cutting.“It’s only a matter of time before he realizes how miserable you are and dumps you too.”A pause.His lips curled faintly.“Who would want you anyway?”The words found their mark… right on Miranda’s heart. But she didn’t react.Not immediately.She kept her expression still, her posture unchanged, her breathing controlled.Adrian watched her for a second longer, as if waiting for a crack.

Colin’s words lingered in the air.“You still haven’t decided on how you want to have your revenge.”Miranda leaned back slightly, her fingers still holding the file loosely, though her grip had relaxed.Revenge.The word felt heavy.Not because she hadn’t thought about it.But because she had.Too many times.In too many ways.And yet… nothing ever felt right.Her gaze dropped briefly.Then, quietly, she spoke her biggest fear. “I’m pregnant.”The words came out softer than she expected.But they landed.Colin didn’t react immediately.Didn’t interrupt.Didn’t question.He just… looked at her.Miranda swallowed, her throat tightening.“It’s Adrian’s,” she added, her voice steadier now. “And I don’t know what to do.”Silence settled between them.“I don’t want to kill my baby. But I don’t want to carry adrian’s baby either.” Her voice broke. Colin stepped closer, slower this time, as if approaching something fragile.“How long are you?” he asked gently.Miranda blinked.“Almost two

Richard didn’t need to point twice.Adrian followed his line of sight, and there she was.Miranda.Seated alone.Not just anywhere… but in a section that didn’t even exist to him until a few minutes ago.The VVIP section.She sat with quiet composure, her posture relaxed, her gaze fixed on the stage as if she belonged there… like she had always belonged there.Adrian’s chest tightened.“That’s not possible…” he muttered under his breath.Richard glanced at him sideways, amused.“You didn’t know?”Adrian didn’t respond.Because at that moment, he had already started moving.He stepped forward, cutting through the crowd with purpose.His eyes never left her.Miranda didn’t notice him.Or maybe… she did.And chose not to react.That thought alone irritated him more.As he approached the section, a security guard stepped forward immediately, blocking his path.“Sir, this area is restricted.”Adrian frowned.“What?”“The VVIP section is by special invitation only,” the guard added politely

Miranda didn’t go home immediately.She had no intention of doing so.Not yet.The moment she stepped out of the venue, the cool night air brushed against her skin, carrying away the last traces of the suffocating atmosphere inside.Colin’s car was already waiting.That was why she had lingered back in the hall after the auction ended. She hadn’t been avoiding Adrian for no reason… she had simply been waiting.The driver stepped forward respectfully and opened the door for her.“Good evening, ma’am.”Miranda gave a small nod and slipped inside.The door shut.And just like that… the world outside was cut off.She leaned back against the seat and let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.“How was it?” Colin asked.For a second, Miranda said nothing.Then suddenly, she laughed.Not a small chuckle.Not a polite reaction.A full, unrestrained burst of laughter.Colin blinked.Surprised.Because this…This was new.Miranda wiped at the corner of her eye, still laughing sof

Adrian’s hand struck out before he could think.He shoved Miranda backward.She stumbled, barely catching herself on the edge of the table.The sound of her heel scraping against the floor cut through the room.Aunt Felicia gasped as she rushed out.“Madam!”Miranda steadied herself slowly, lifting her head with controlled calm.Adrian’s chest rose and fell sharply, his anger still boiling over.It took just one look from Adrian; Aunt Felicia hurried back into hiding. He then walked slowly to where Miranda stood, still frozen from almost falling. He pointed a finger to her face. “Don’t you ever threaten me with our marriage again,” he snapped. “That nonsense ends in a few days anyway.”Miranda wiped her palm against her skirt, unbothered.“Three days,” she corrected quietly. “By morning.”Adrian frowned.She continued without looking at him.“That’s when it ends.”A pause.Her tone was almost casual.She just need him irritated enough to sign faster.“I’m glad you know you don’t ha