Turning Heads After Divorce のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Down in the general ward, Amara had been crying nonstop since she woke up. Between her sobs, she lashed out at Nathan for deceiving her. Not only had he failed to secure the money, but they had also drawn so much of her blood that it could harm the baby. It would be entirely his fault if anything happened. Nathan was clueless that Amara's pregnancy had been a complete fabrication as Lucian had kept that truth from him. Hence, he didn't dare push back. All he could do was soften his tone and try to calm her with gentle words. "I promise I'll figure something out," Nathan murmured. "Like you'd ever figure it out! The Mullers humiliated me, you spineless fool," Amara spat. The memory of the indignity she had suffered made her blood boil. Her hand flew out, landing several slaps across Nathan's face. Just as Amara raised her hand for another strike, her phone buzzed. The screen lit up with an unknown number. A shadow flickered in her eyes, and the urge to hit Nathan vanished.

Julius left in the evening to pick up nutritious meals from a nearby hotel. As soon as he left, Marisol reached for her phone and called her media friend. Over the years, her work in art and design had required her to gather diverse reference materials ranging from folk traditions to niche cultural practices. To facilitate legitimate and ethical research, she obtained a press pass, which helped her build connections with numerous journalists. The person she contacted was one of her resourceful yet discreet friends in the media industry. The line connected quickly. With their close relationship, Marisol skipped the pleasantries and got straight to the point. "I need you to look into someone, especially her social circle, and recent contacts. I'll text you the name," Marisol remarked. A man's voice grumbled on the other end."Marisol, Renewal Day's right around the corner! Exclusives are all over. I'm swamped just trying to land a strong lead for the new cycle—" "You are no

The ward fell into dead silence.Marisol's head hung low, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Her eyes burned while her nose stung. Looking back, it was painfully clear that they had ended long before today. She should have known that a flawed beginning could never lead to a happy ending. The divorce papers she had thrown at Lucian fluttered before landing in his hands. His fingers tightened until they gave a crumpling sound. "You're right. You're never worthy," he muttered coldly. The crumpled divorce papers hit the ground. Marisol lifted her gaze in stunned disbelief, only to meet his stare as cold and lifeless as a still lake. It was the same chilling gaze from seven years ago, from that dark, locked room, during that chaotic night. Memories she had buried rushed to the surface like a tide of shadows. She recoiled instinctively, her limbs becoming icy while her body trembled uncontrollably. "D-Don't you—" Come over.But the last two words died in her throat. S

Marisol turned, her brows furrowed instinctively at the sight of the man behind her. It was Nolan Perrin. Like Theodore, Nolan had been one of Lucian's closest childhood friends. He got along well with Nevaeh too, which naturally meant he had no fondness for Marisol. Though he hadn't laid a hand on her like Theodore once had, that didn't stop him from making her life miserable in other ways. He was there that day at the private members' club when Marisol had begged Lucian for help with Alinta. That club was one of Nolan's properties. She wondered what he was doing in the hospital. Nolan looked equally surprised to run into Marisol. His gaze landed on the white bandage still wrapped around her forehead, and his brow arched mockingly. "Well, look at you. Hurting yourself now just to get Lucian's attention?" Marisol blinked. What the hell was he even talking about? Nolan stepped closer, his voice sharpening. "Save yourself the trouble. Lucian's been with Nevaeh this whol

Soon, Marisol and Alinta arrived at the private dining room Emilia had reserved. Alinta, ever lively and outgoing, swept inside and threw her arms around Emilia. She then peppered Emilia, who was wearing a sullen expression, with cheerful greetings. With her friendship with Marisol, Alinta had always shared a warm bond with Emilia. Even after years apart, she slipped back into familiarity as effortlessly as breathing. Emilia's irritation softened under Alinta's charm, though her frown returned the moment Marisol entered. "Why are you still wearing that hat indoors?" she chided. "It's warm in here. Are you not stifling under that thing?" Marisol rubbed her nose and answered in a muffled voice, "I caught a bit of a cold. It's probably best not to take it off." "Exactly! With all these temperature swings, what if it gets worse?" Alinta chimed in hastily, taking the seat beside Emilia. She shifted the conversation, asking how Emilia had been to steer attention away. After re