บททั้งหมดของ The Sterling Divorce: Melting the Ice CEO: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The massive iron gates of the Vance estate swung wide, and the black Bentley rolled onto the breathtaking, illuminated grounds. The estate sat right on the edge of a stunning private lake. Tonight, the entire place was glowing with light and vibrant energy. It was a complete contrast to the quiet, suffocating prison Elena had just left behind. For three long years, she had forced herself to play the role of a quiet, invisible housewife at Vanguard Manor. She had buried her true self just to please a family that despised her. But tonight, her own family had transformed the entire terrace into a massive celebration. Her time hiding in the shadows was officially over. The moment the car ground to a halt on the white gravel, the back door was yanked open from the outside. "The Queen is finally back!" a loud, ecstatic voice boomed through the night air. Before Elena could even unbuckle her seatbelt, a whirlwind of diamonds and the scent of expensive champagne burst into the backseat

Down on the big terrace by the beautiful private lake, the "Freedom and Divorce" party was loud, wild, and incredibly fun. The night air was warm, the live band was playing upbeat music, and everyone was laughing and drinking. Tinsley had invited the most fun people she knew, and the whole backyard was glowing with beautiful fairy lights and expensive floral arrangements.Elena completely let her hair down. She forgot all about her old life, her cheating husband, and her bad marriage. She was ready to be free. The handsome men Tinsley hired were doing an amazing, highly professional job. Elena sat right in the middle of a big, soft outdoor couch, surrounded by gorgeous, attentive men who treated her like an absolute queen from a fairy tale.One handsome guy with a gentle smile carefully massaged the stress out of her shoulders, making her relax. Another handsome guy softly fed her sweet, fresh strawberries, while a third guy kept making sure her crystal champagne glass was completely

For a second, Liam just stared at Ethan, his mind entirely blank as the gears jammed in his head. But then that familiar, ugly pride flared up, screaming at him to push back. He looked at Ethan, eyed the massive security guards cutting off his path, and forced out a loud, mocking laugh. It rang out across the quiet rooftop, sounding incredibly strained and defensive. "Introduce who?" Liam scoffed, shaking his head as if the whole setup was just a pathetic joke. "Mr. Vance, you cannot be serious right now. Introduce *her* to me? I've lived with this woman for three whole years. Trust me, I know exactly who and what she is." He took a muddy step closer to the guards, dropping his voice into a crude, confidential tone. He was desperately trying to play the 'boys' club' card, appealing to Ethan as one wealthy, powerful man to another, entirely intent on stripping away whatever shred of dignity Elena had left. "You honestly wouldn't believe the things she used to do for me," Liam whisp

The tires screeched against the cold, unyielding concrete of the underground parking garage, the sound echoing like a jagged gunshot through the suffocating, windowless space. Liam killed the engine, but the silence that rushed in to fill the void was far more deafening. It pressed against his eardrums, a heavy, suffocating weight that made it hard to draw a full breath. The air inside the car was thick, cloying, and heavy with the lingering, cloying scent of expensive champagne—a smell that had turned sour and sickly in his stomach. He felt a phantom wave of nausea rise in his throat, a physical manifestation of the terror that had been clawing at his insides since the gala. Chloe didn’t wait for him to find a scrap of an excuse. She turned, her shoulders rigid, her designer gown slightly rumpled as if the very fabric were rejecting the night’s disaster. Her face was a mask of pure, unadulterated fury—a sharp, cutting expression that sliced through the dim light of the garage.

The morning sun sliced through the heavy velvet curtains of the penthouse, casting a jagged, unforgiving line of light across the suite. Liam lay staring at the ceiling, his mind trapped in a relentless, agonizing loop of the previous night. Every detail of the gala flickered behind his eyelids: the cold, polished stone under his feet, the hollow clinking of champagne flutes, the terrifyingly calm smirk on Ethan Vance’s face, and most of all, the way Elena—the woman he had considered a broken, submissive housewife—had looked at him with nothing but pity. It wasn't even the anger in her eyes that haunted him; it was the detachment. She looked at him as if he were a specimen under a microscope, or perhaps a relic of a life she had long ago discarded. His pride, usually a fortress of iron, felt like a raw, festering wound. Frustration pulsed beneath his skin, a steady, rhythmic ache that made it impossible to lie still. He shoved Chloe, who was fast asleep and oblivious to the tectoni