Semua Bab THE WIFE YOU LEFT: Bab 111 - Bab 117

AXEL’S POV:If Avery hadn’t been there when Sea nearly slipped away, I don’t know if I would have survived it. She was our light in these endless, bruising nights—my guiding star. Every time I thought of the hell that threatened to consume me, I saw her smile, heard her gentle words, and remembered that fate, in its twisted irony, had made her not only my partner but also my cure.I couldn’t keep the secrets from her any longer. If she was to stay in my world, it had to be by her own choice. I craved her pure love, free of deception—something real and untainted.Tonight, I stood among my men, going over every weak spot in our defenses. The estate had to be impenetrable. I wouldn’t risk Avery or Sea. But then—just as I was finalizing orders—the lights cut out.For a split second, I felt as if the very ground had vanished beneath me. I immediately grabbed my phone and contacted Baron, who now controlled the estate’s security. I had already stripped Ryan of his responsibilities in that

AXEL’S POV:I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned back to Baron. “Take him to the dungeon.” Baron hauled Ryan up roughly. He didn’t resist. Didn’t struggle. Just held himself stiff. No remorse. No regret.That silence. That goddamn silence. I should’ve felt victorious. But all I felt was the ache of my heart shattering beyond repair. ***Ryan had always been the strongest in combat—the one who moved faster, hit harder, and never hesitated when it came to pulling the trigger. His skill with a gun was unmatched, his instincts sharp enough to predict a man’s next move before he even made it. And when it came to taking down an enemy, no one was more ruthless. Ryan was a fire—destructive, relentless. I had spent years trusting that fire to burn for me, to protect everything we’d built. But now? That same fire had consumed the bond between us, leaving nothing but ashes in its wake. All the CCTV across the entire mansion had gone dark. Every single camera—inside, outside, t

AVERY’S POV:The smell of fine earth, incense, and freshly turned soil filled my nostrils as my mind and body slowly woke up. Around me, harmonized chants and melodic singing wove through the air like a gentle caress. For a moment, I wondered if I had found heaven—a place of peace and solace after so many sleepless, torturous nights.I felt a light sting that vanished as quickly as it came, and I fluttered my eyes, trying to wake up from the most peaceful sleep I’d had in ages.I realized I was lying sideways, my face turned away from the world and my stomach pressed flat against the cool floor. The scent of cedar smoke and wild herbs lingered in the air. When I finally blinked my eyes open and raised my head, I found myself inside a hut that looked like it belonged in a forgotten fairytale. I was in an odd acupuncture pose, as if someone had deliberately positioned me for healing. Before I could gather my thoughts, a soft female voice spoke."She's awake," the voice said gently.I a

By the time Akira finished the tour, I was dazed—like someone had spun me around too many times and dropped me into the middle of a dream.She didn’t need more words. No speeches or convincing. I was already there.The Temple of Oman and Kore stood like something from another century, carved into the belly of a mountain and wrapped in ivy that twisted into the shapes of runes I didn’t recognize. Stone pillars, etched with golden script, stretched toward the sky like they were holding it up. A soft mist rolled down from the peaks above, layering the steps in a silvery sheen. The entrance itself glowed faintly—breathing, almost—as if the temple was alive, watching me.Inside, it was quiet. Not the awkward kind of silence, but the sacred kind. The air smelled like sandalwood and ancient earth. Candles burned in long, neat rows, casting shadows that danced across murals on the stone walls—murals of people with glowing hands, wide green eyes, dark robes rippling in wind that wasn’t there.