Semua Bab Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Bab 341 - Bab 350

At that moment, a sharp pain hit Zachary’s chest. He realized something had changed—something fundamental—but even so, he wasn’t ready to give up on Sarah. “Sasa, yesterday Vivian said she was in a car accident…” “Zachary, do you know that what happened at the stables was her doing?” Sarah’s eyes widened as she waited for his answer. Zachary hesitated before nodding slowly. “I know.” “You knew and said nothing? She tried to hurt me, Zachary. You’ve let me down.” Sarah’s voice was icy. “Tell Vivian, my patience has its limits.” With that, she shoved Zachary out of the counseling room, handing the gift back to him. “We’re done, Zachary. Since we’ve broken up, there’s no need to stay in touch.” She slammed the door shut and pulled the curtains closed. ---Zachary walked back to his office, looking utterly lost. His assistant quickly approached him. “Mr. Reynolds, Miss Wilson is here.” He entered the office immediately and found Vivian sitting in his chair, a playf

“How could he?” Charlotte silently questioned, her heart heavy with resentment. How could James treat her like this?---Adams University.Sarah was in the middle of a meeting when Dean Larson informed her she would be attending a symposium in the northern part of the city. To ensure she wouldn’t have to return late at night, the school had even reserved a room for her at the Misty Island Hotel. This news quickly reached Zachary. That evening, Sarah checked into the Misty Island Hotel, unaware of the unexpected turn her night would take. Late at night, Zachary found himself at the hotel, almost as if drawn there by an unseen force. Standing outside her room, he noticed the window was slightly ajar. He hesitated for only a moment before pushing it open and slipping inside, moving like a thief in the night. As he approached the bed, Sarah’s eyes suddenly opened, her deep brown pupils glinting in the dim light as they locked onto him. “You…” Sarah gasped, her mouth falli

Mrs. Chancer remained silent, unsure of how to respond. Lucy continued, her voice breaking with desperation. “Mom, you have to tell James to do something! If nothing else, have someone create a psychological evaluation report like last time. As long as they can prove I have mental health issues, I can be bailed out!” Her sobs grew louder. “Mom, I can’t stay here a single day longer!” Mrs. Chancer sighed deeply, feeling helpless. She had spent the past few days trying to convince James to get Lucy out, but her son had grown unyielding. He hadn’t even come home, let alone answered her calls. She understood that James had made up his mind this time. “I think your brother is determined not to help you this time. And it’s not just him—your grandfather even called specifically to tell us to leave you be.” Lucy stared at her mother in disbelief, clinging to her arm as tears streamed down her face. “Mom! Even if James and Grandpa don’t believe me, you have to! They’ve all been t

This was the first time Charlotte had truly let down her guard and revealed her emotions. She was on the verge of collapse, and the hatred in her eyes cut through the façade she had maintained for so long like a sharp arrow. Lucy smiled in satisfaction. “Don’t worry. Sarah’s greatest enemy isn’t us. From the very beginning, we’ve been standing on her side.” Charlotte’s gaze sharpened as she processed Lucy’s words. A glimmer of realization crossed her eyes. “You mean her? Now that’s a perfect ally.” “But before that, there’s something else I need to take care of,” Lucy said, her eyes dark with malice. ---At 6 p.m., James returned home after work, unaware that Lucy had been released. Massaging his temples, he braced himself for what awaited inside. He knew Mrs. Chancer would pester him again to help Lucy, and Charlotte would likely still be upset over the ongoing issues with Sarah. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Lucy stormed in, her face twisted in anger. “Jame

“Sasa, you’re the best,” Scarlett finally stopped crying, her voice trembling with gratitude. Sarah handed her a tissue to wipe her tears. “Uncle Larson has always been kind to me. I can’t just sit by and let something happen to him.” ---Early the next morning, Sarah got up with an uneasy feeling, as if everything was destined to go wrong. She bumped her hand against the table, leaving a large bruise. Then, during breakfast, she choked on her toast. Sitting on the couch, waiting for Scarlett, her anxiety only grew stronger. Their destination was Luther Estate, a luxurious neighborhood favored by the city’s wealthiest. When they arrived at one of the larger properties, Scarlett got out of the car first, followed by Sarah. Scarlett knocked on the door, but the butler who answered blocked her from entering. “Our young master doesn’t wish to see you,” he said curtly. Sarah stepped forward. “Scarlett, you can head back now. I’ll handle this.” Without hesitation, she f