Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210 A Woman Broken by Marriage

From the moment Layla stepped into the elevator and ascended to the top floor, she was engulfed in disbelief. Could it really be true—that young woman was the general manager of this entire corporation? The thought made her heart pound and her mind whirl with questions.

As soon as she crossed the threshold of the office, Layla found herself rooted to the spot, unable to move. The space was breathtaking: floor-to-ceiling glass walls offered a panoramic, 360-degree view of the sprawling city below, making her feel as if she were floating high above the clouds. The atmosphere was sleek and modern, yet somehow cold and distant.

In the lounge area, Karina sat comfortably, her movements unhurried as she prepared a fresh pot of coffee. Without lifting her eyes, she called out smoothly, “Ms. Layla.”

The sound pulled Layla back from her daze. She cautiously turned to face the speaker. There sat a woman in her late twenties, impeccably dressed in a tailored designer suit. Karina’s sharp bob cut framed a face that radiated calm authority and sharp intelligence. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of confidence and warmth, but as a fellow woman, Layla couldn’t help but feel a pang of inadequacy, as if she were suddenly small and fragile in comparison.

“Hello,” Layla managed, her voice barely above a whisper. “You are…?”

Karina smiled gently as she poured the aromatic coffee into a delicate cup. “I’m Karina, the general manager here at Skyreach Group. Please, have a seat. Lillian should be arriving any moment now.”

With a nervous nod, Layla carefully approached the sofa opposite Karina and lowered herself onto it, feeling the softness of the cushions beneath her. The room’s quiet hum was punctuated only by the faint clinking of the coffee cup sliding across the polished table toward her.

“Go ahead,” Karina encouraged casually. “A good cup of coffee is the best companion when you’re overwhelmed.”

Layla accepted the cup with a soft “Thank you,” lifting it tentatively to her lips. The rich, smooth taste filled her senses, a small comfort amid the storm of emotions swirling inside her.

Their brief moment of calm was shattered when the office door swung open. Lillian entered, her presence commanding yet approachable. Spotting Layla in the lounge, she offered a warm smile. “Sorry I’m late—the traffic was brutal.” She dropped her backpack carelessly by her desk and made her way across the room.

Karina quickly brewed another cup and placed it in front of Lillian with a proud smile. “Try this new blend I’ve been perfecting. I think it’s turning out quite well.”

Even Lillian had been taken aback when she first read the file. She never imagined that Nova—the woman who’d left Killian behind—would eventually end up in Kingston, tangled in such a cruel affair.

Layla’s hands shook violently as she stared down at the damning words. Silent tears slipped from her eyes, dripping onto the paper and smearing the ink until the pages blurred into a tear-streaked mess.

Both Lillian and Karina remained seated quietly beside her. Perhaps it was their experience with life’s harsh realities, but beyond the ache in their chests, all they felt was a deep, gentle compassion for Layla.

When her tears finally dried, Layla wiped the corners of her eyes and forced a fragile smile. “I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”

Lillian reached into the tissue box and handed her a soft tissue. “I know the pain feels unbearable right now,” she said softly, “but try to think of it this way: this suffering will one day become your strength. You have to hold on, be strong. Weather this storm, and when it passes, your life will be transformed into something new—something better.”