Semua Bab Too Late To Want Me Back: Bab 1 - Bab 6

The sting of my mother-in-law’s slap burned across my cheek, but it was nothing compared to the silence from the man standing beside me.My husband.The sharp sound echoed through the ballroom, turning every head in our direction. Heat rushed to my face, smearing the red lipstick I had carefully applied earlier. I touched my cheek instinctively, fighting the tremble in my fingers.“Red, Bianca?” Eleanor’s voice sliced through the sudden hush, loud enough for the circling board members to hear. She adjusted the emerald rings on her fingers, her smile cold and polished. “Some women simply don’t understand subtlety. When you lack breeding, you compensate with… desperation.”Humiliation washed over me like ice water. My chest tightened as I turned to Dominic, silently pleading with him. Just once. Stand up for me.He adjusted the cuffs of his black tuxedo, his dark eyes flicking over my burning cheek with the same detached interest he gave to quarterly reports. “Mother has a point about t

The soft clink of the platinum band against the glass nightstand seemed to linger in the silence. Dominic’s fingers paused on the buttons of his shirt. He looked down at the ring, then up at my bare hand. His jaw tightened slightly, but his eyes remained entirely flat, devoid of remorse. I had spent six years praying to see."Are we playing games now, Bianca?" he asked. He didn't reach for the ring. "Taking off your ring because you're upset about corporate seating arrangements is childish.""Childish?" My voice shook, the tears finally cutting paths through my makeup. "You admitted to my face that you funded her return. You let your mother humiliate me. You let her wear the diamonds you promised me. And you're calling me childish?"Dominic let out a long, weary sigh and tossed his shirt into the laundry hamper, completely unbothered by my tears. "I told you, Selena is a strategic partner for the European sector. Her return gala, the diamonds, it's all part of the corporate image to

The sharp smell of antiseptic was the first thing I noticed as I slowly opened my eyes. My chest hurt when I breathed. The Brown estate was gone. Instead, I was in a private medical suite, with a heart monitor beeping somewhere nearby. For a moment, I stared at the ceiling, trying to remember what had happened."Don't try to sit up yet," a familiar voice commanded from the bedside.I turned my head weakly. Olivia was sitting in an armchair, her tailored blazer wrinkled, her dark eyes fierce with a mixture of intense worry and anger. Standing quietly near the door was Margaret, her hands still trembling as she twisted the edge of her apron, her eyes red from crying."Olivia..." my voice came out as a raspy whisper. "What... what happened?""What happened is that you almost let that wretched family kill you, Bianca," Olivia said, as she leaned forward and grabbed my bare left hand. "Margaret smuggled you out through the side entrance. If she hadn't called me, and if my private medical t