บททั้งหมดของ Dear Ex-Husband, Your Heirs Are Mine! : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

HARPER: The tears came before I could stop them. One moment I was standing there, shaking from the uncontrollable weight and the next, I fell to the ground , not caring that Liam was watching me. He was thd least of my problem. My mother. My bakery. My sons. My entire life, reduced to ash and rubble. I screamed. The sobs tore out of me, raw and guttural, the kind of crying that left you breathless and hollow. I tucked my head between my knees, my arms wrapped around myself, trying to hold myself together. But I couldn't. I was falling apart. Liam was beside me in an instant. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his chest. He didn't say anything. He just held me, his hand stroking my hair, his presence a steady anchor in the storm. "That was my only business," I choked out. "That was where I got my money. That was everything I built. And now it's gone. All of it." "I know," Liam said softly. "I know." "I worked so hard. I worked so hard to make something of myself, t

ALEXANDER: The gala was everything my father had ever wanted. Crystal chandeliers, champagne towers, the who's who of society mingling in their finest attire. The Banks estate had been transformed into a palace of excess, every surface gleaming, every guest smiling. I hated every second of it. But I smiled anyway. I played the part. The devoted son, the successful heir, the man who had everything under control. No one could see the rage simmering beneath the surface. No one could see the plans I was making. Harper walked beside me, her arm linked through mine. She was wearing the pale blue dress I'd given her, the one that made her look like she belonged in a painting. Her hair was swept up, her makeup flawless. She looked like a queen. And beside her, holding her other hand, was Ethan. Elias walked on my other side, his small hand gripping mine. My sons. My heirs. The future of the Banks legacy. My mother spotted us the moment we walked through the doors. Her face lit up, her ey

HARPER: The main hall was a blur of glittering lights and elegant gowns, the hum of conversation filling the air like music. I stood near the edge of the crowd, my hands clasped tightly in front of me. Alexander's mother had kept me captive for the past ten minutes. She'd held my hands, her grasp tightening around my hands like she was scared I was going to leave any moment. She told me how happy she was to see me. How she'd always known I was the right woman for her son. How she'd prayed every night that I would come back. "I'm sorry," I'd said, spilling out the truth for the first time. "I can't stay. I can't live here. Not after everything that's happened." She'd looked at me with such sadness, such disappointment. "I understand, my dear. I just wish things could have been different." I'd excused myself, my mind racing. I'd been looking for Alexander, needing to find him, at least to make sure he was okay. He'd disappeared into the study with his father, and I hadn't seen him

HARPER:The courthouse steps were cold beneath my feet. The marble was unforgiving, just like the world I'd been thrown into. I stood there, frozen, the sounds of the city fading into a dull roar.I couldn't move. Hell, the only thoughts in my mind were the judge's voice. His voice was still echoing in my head, a cruel refrain that I couldn't escape. "I hereby grant full custody of Ethan Banks and Elias Banks to their father, Alexander Banks."My children. My sons. The two people I had fought for, bled for, sacrificed everything for. And they were gone. Taken from me. Ripped out of my arms by a system that had never been designed to help someone like me.I pressed my hand against my chest, trying to steady my breathing. But it was no use. The tears were coming, hot and relentless, streaming down my face.Liam stood beside me, his hand on my shoulder, his voice low and steady. "Harper, we're not done yet. We can appeal. We can...""Appeal?" I laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. "What's t

Chapter 86 HARPER: The Banks mansion loomed in front of me like a monument to everything I'd lost. The windows were dark, the gardens empty, the gates locked. But I knew the codes. I knew the blind spots. I knew how to get in without being seen. Liam had dropped me off two blocks away, his hand lingering on mine before I stepped out of the car. "Be careful," he'd said, his voice low. "If anything goes wrong, call me. I'll be waiting." I'd nodded, tucking the recording device into my pocket. It was small, barely larger than a coin, but it felt heavy with purpose. Now I stood at the side gate, my heart pounding, my breath shallow. The mansion was quiet. Too quiet. But I couldn't afford to hesitate. Not now. Not when my sons were inside, sleeping in beds that should have been mine to tuck them into. I slipped through the gate, my footsteps silent on the manicured grass. The side door was unlocked...Alexander had always been careless about security, trusting that no one would