Chapter 50 “Why? Can’t you face the truth now?” Elara’s voice was like a jagged piece of glass. She didn’t care about the divorce anymore; she wanted to destroy Seb’s mind. “Seb, you’re the one who hurt Amara. Not just me p> She took a step toward him, her eyes
Chapter 49 “Who is it?” Seb demanded, his voice cracking as he surged to his feet. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. Elara froze on the floor, her face draining of all color. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Damien stepped forward, his eyes
Chapter 48 “Really, Amara,” Seb said, looking at her lazily. Was she doing all this because she still cared about him and was still hurt? Seb wondered. Amara didn’t look relieved by his fake apology. Instead, she reached into her bag and pulled out a heavy stack of documents. “Not
Chapter 47 The ballroom went so silent you could hear the ice melting in the champagne buckets. The document in Seb’s hand felt heavier than lead. His eyes scanned the bold text at the bottom of the page: 0% PROBABILITY OF PATERNITY. “What did you say?” Seb whispered, the words
Chapter 46 The tension in the room lingered like smoke, thick, suffocating, until a bright, almost forced voice cut through it. “Exactly. Hey, who’s Seren learning piano from lately? My kid’s starting lessons too p> The shift was instant. Like a switch had been flipped. The cruelty dissolved into polite
Chapter 45 “Seb, I think you should go,” Elara said, her eyes glinting with a hidden agenda. “Given our situation, the company, the rumors, you might meet someone who could help you turn things around. We need allies right now p> Before Seb could refuse again, a small pitter-patter of
Chapter 44 The house was dead silent when Seb pushed through the front doors. The air felt stagnant, smelling of the expensive lavender candles Elara insisted on burning. She was sitting on the sofa, bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, looking like a portrait of a concerned
Chapter 43 Amara took a deep breath, the scent of the city filling her lungs. She felt lighter than she had in seven years. “It doesn’t matter who it was, Seb,” she said, her voice devoid of any emotion “Amara p> Amara looked at Seb one last time. She searched
Chapter 42 The silence that followed the video was deafening. On the large screen, the truth looped: Seren lunging for Amara’s phone, missing, and deliberately throwing herself against the edge of the table to create a scene. Her scream of “No! Don’t call him! Ouch!” echoed through the lobby speakers,
Chapter 41 “Make me regret it? In what way?” Seb’s voice cracked, a desperate laugh bubbling up. “She said you pushed her,” Seb whispered, his voice trembling “Then you should wonder who taught her to say that,” Amara replied, sitting back down and picking up her pen as if he
Chapter 40 The morning light in the office was crisp and clean, reflecting off the polished glass of Amara’s desk. Amara leaned back in her chair, the steam from her coffee rising in a gentle swirl. For the first time in weeks, her mind felt quiet. The memory of Julian’s
Chapter 39 The living room was dim, lit only by a lamp in the corner. Madam Arabella Pedro was pacing, her fingers twisting the hem of her sweater, but she stopped the moment Amara walked through the door. “You’re home,” Arabella said, her eyes searching Amara’s face for any sign
Chapter 38 When Amara walked back to the table, the candlelight seemed harsher than before. Jullian stood up immediately, his eyes scanning her face with an intensity that made her want to flinch. “Are you okay?” Jullian asked, his brow furrowed. He stepped toward her, his hand hovering near her
Chapter 37 The restaurant was too quiet. That was the first thing Amara noticed. The soft hum of a cello played over the speakers, and the scent of expensive lilies hung heavy in the air. Jullian sat at a corner table, the flickering flame of a single candle casting long,
Chapter 36 The air in the room didn’t just turn cold; it turned lethal. Amira pulled back from the hug, her smile twisting into something jagged and cruel. “Half-sisters, Mother,” Amira whispered, the word dripping like venom. “We might share the same face, but you and I both know the
Chapter 35 The hospital corridor smelled of bleach and impending doom. Amara leaned against the cold wall, her hands shaking so hard she had to bury them in her pockets. Every second the “In Use” sign stayed lit above the ER doors felt like a year off her life. Then
Chapter 34 The cool night air bit at Sebastian’s skin as he stumbled toward his car, the world tilting and blurring into a kaleidoscope of neon and shadow. He reached for the door handle, but his knees buckled. Before he could hit the gravel, a pair of strong, slender arms
Chapter 33 The atmosphere in the Creed mansion had soured from domestic bliss to a tomb of regret. The air was thick with the smell of expensive scotch and the heavy silence of a man who had realized he traded a diamond for a stone. “Amara left me… help me
Chapter 32 The scent of lilies, Amara’s favorite still filled the air. On her finger, the diamond, the size of a teardrop caught the moon light, its brilliance mocking the dull ache in her heart. “Thanks for backing me back then… I really appreciate it, Julian,” Amara whispered. Her eyes
Chapter 31 “I’m only telling the truth,” Madam Creed sneered, her voice echoing off the high ceilings. “Who’s going to stop me? You’re empty now. You can’t have kids. No man wants a broken vessel. Who would ever marry you p> The cruelty hung in the air like a foul