Lahat ng Kabanata ng Untouched for Three Years: Leaving My Billionaire Husband: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

In the hours before she returned home, Vance had searched through the traces of her life in the house with an urgency that now left him feeling ashamed.The nomination form he found in her tracksuit pocket led him to formulate questions he had never bothered to ask in the past. By the time he had finished searching for traces of her background, he had learned enough to realize that anything he had accepted during their marriage had been only the smallest part of the truth about her life.“Back on that ill-fated cruise when our lives intersected, you were already a national champion, weren’t you, Rebecca? You were one step away from the Olympic trials. One step away from representing Britain.”“You spent nearly half an hour in freezing water because of me,” Vance said. “You damaged your body and that lost you your chance at the one thing you had worked toward for your entire life — the Olympic team.”His eyes were red now, his voice stripped down to something raw.“You almost died for

Morning sunlight filtered through a narrow gap in the curtains of the guest room, falling in broken streaks across the bedside table.When Rebecca opened her eyes, she was dazed for a moment.There was no one facing away from her. No suffocating thirty centimeters of distance on a bed they had shared in name only. In this simply furnished guest room, she had slept more peacefully than she had in three years.A faint burnt smell drifted through the air, mixed with the scent of toast.Rebecca frowned.Bradford Manor’s housekeeper was too professional to let anything burn in the kitchen. Yet, something certainly smelled overcooked.She pushed back the covers, got out of bed and washed quickly before heading for the kitchen.The sight that greeted her stopped her in the doorway.In the soft early morning light, Vance stood in the expansive kitchen in front of the marble counter. He wore casual pants and a white shirt, open at the neck, with the sleeves rolled carelessly up his forearms. O

“Are you finished?”Rebecca’s quiet challenge settled over the VIP lounge with an unexpected chill.Yanxi Ji frowned, ready to sharpen his insult, but Rebecca had already dismissed him.She didn’t bother to look at Catherine’s carefully composed, faux innocent face again. Without another word, she turned and walked into the main exhibition hall, situated past the VIP lounge.The Rebecca of the past might have stood there with her nails digging into her palms, ashamed by their laughter. However, the Rebecca of today understood something much simpler: she had come here to close the door on an old longing. She had no desire to play her part in a boring little performance staged by petty people who mistook inherited money for worth.“Stop there please, Madam.”When Rebecca reached the large, vintage wrought-iron doors leading into the main exhibition hall, two stern looking security guards in black suits and earpieces raised their arms and blocked her path.“I’m sorry, madam,” one of them

Inside the No. One Royal Box in the Royal Art Exhibition Hall, the thick velvet carpet swallowed every sound from the VIP lounge outside.Through the floor-to-ceiling one-way glass, the central runway and the main exhibition hall lay in full view. It was the best seat in the venue, private enough to feel removed from the crowd, yet positioned so that nothing important could escape notice.Liam pulled out a leather lounge chair for Rebecca and poured her a cup of hot black tea from a silver service. He settled into another luxuriously padded seat beside her; one long leg crossed over the other. His gaze focused on the VIP area, where Yanxi Ji and the others were entering the hall in agitated little clusters.“Those people I saw outside at the entrance,” he asked, one brow lifting slightly. “Do you know them?”Rebecca held the teacup in both hands, letting the warmth seep into her palms. A faint, self-mocking curve touched her lips.“No, not really,” she said calmly. “Just a group of bo

By the time the exhibition ended, the rain outside had thinned into a silver mist.Guests drifted out of the Royal Art Hall in groups, still discussing the final runway piece, the guest list, and the escalating tension between some of the biggest name guests. No one ever admitted to watching a scandal unfold, yet somehow, everyone knew the lurid details.Rebecca and Liam headed out of the main exhibition hall.He had draped his coat across her shoulders, saying it was cold outside. She had offered to return it twice during the show, but each time Liam simply said, “Keep it on.”Now, as they headed out toward the building’s foyer, attention shifted their way again.On the way out, they saw Catherine in the VIP lounge.The couture gown from the finale collection had been packed in a long white garment case. It was being carefully carried by two staff members. Catherine stood beside it, her eyes bright, her face arranged into the kind of shy happiness that invited congratulations.Her co