Semua Bab Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Arthur leans backwards slightly into the chair, his fingers unconsciously intertwined with Bethany’s the entire time. His voice, though calm and measured, carries the weight of the truth he has just lay bare while the whole world is listening.“I won’t pretend that everything was perfect me either,” he continues, his gaze shifting from Tammy to Millicent, who sits silently, her eyes narrowing slightly as she listens painfully. “There were faults on both sides, mine inclusive. I totally failed to see how my wife really felt during that time. Millicent was an actress nevertheless, she was good at hiding emotions, burying them beneath the surface. She never spoke up, and I assumed her silence meant everything was fine, I thought it was all fine when she helped blow the balloons, arrange the toys, I thought it was fine as she watched me arrange the baby’s crib… But it wasn’t.”Tammy listens intently, her eyes widening with every word, clearly taken aback by the candor of Arthur’s confessio

In the suffocating darkness of the room, the only sound that fills the air is Millicent’s heavy sniffling. The curtains are drawn tightly, shutting out the outside world, the light, and everything that once made her feel like a star. The room itself is bare, save for a few pieces of scattered furniture. The only things that catch any attention are the pictures plastered on the wall, a stark contrast to the dreary surroundings.Millicent sits huddled in the corner, her knees drawn up to her chest as tears stream down her face. Her sobs are quiet, almost muffled, but the pain in her heart feels loud, intrusive. Her once carefully maintained composure has shattered, and now, all that’s left is this overwhelming sense of emptiness. The room feels cold, like her spirit has been frozen in time.The door creaks open, and her new manager steps in quietly, carrying a tray of food in his hands. He pauses when he sees the untouched plate from earlier, his brows furrowing with concern.He places

The house is covered in the silence of early in the morning, with the soft glow of daylight just beginning to filter through the room’s curtains. The regular morning sounds made in the mansion has been reduced to a hush so the sleeping couple upstairs would be able to have a peaceful sleep…They both deserve it after so many sleepless nights and worry filled days.Arthur stirs first, then slowly opening his eyes to his surroundings. His gaze naturally falls on Bethany, lying peacefully beside him, her face turned to face his. She is sound asleep, her breathing pretty steady and calm. Arthur watches her for a moment, a soft smile tugging at his lips as her full lips are curved up slightly at the edges.She must be having a pretty good dream.Gently, he reaches out and brushes a stray strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. He takes a moment to admire her, the woman he’s come to love so deeply, the woman who stands by his side no matter what storms rage around them

Bethany steps into the house, her thoughts still tangled in the events of the day.The police station they are just returning from, Kevin’s death, the ongoing investigation, it all feels heavy on her shoulders. Arthur walks beside her, his presence steady and grounding. They haven’t said much to each other since they left the station, but his hand has been holding hers the entire time, providing silent comfort. One that oddly enough, she finds herself needing.As they close the door behind them, Martha appears at the end of the hallway, her expression gentle but concerned. “Bethany,” she says softly, “can I have a moment with you?”Bethany looks at Arthur with a curious eyes, but he only gives her an encouraging nod. “Go ahead,” he says. “I’ll be upstairs, getting some things ready.”With that, Bethany follows Martha down the hallway.They pass the living room, where the sound of the television playing softly echoes in the background. Martha leads her to her room on the ground floor,

Downstairs, the silence, getting longer and worse by the seconds passing, between Daisy and Arthur thickens like a fog, heavy and oppressive. Arthur sits rigid in his chair, staring at the glass of water in his hand, his fingers wrapped tightly around the cool surface as though it could somehow calm the storm brewing inside him.It doesn’t.Something about being here, in front of Daisy, seeing how older she has gotten from all of her poor life choices, everything just makes him boiling hot on the inside.He glances up at Daisy, her expression a mixture of nervousness and guilt, her hands wringing the dish towel over and over as if she could twist her own anxiety out of existence. She had picked it back up seeing that there was nothing to do with her hands, and a nervous tic.But Arthur’s patience has long since worn thin.“Have you even seen Charles lately?” Arthur’s voice cuts through the silence like a blade, sharp and demanding. “Does he know that Quinn’s assaulter has been caught?