Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 851

She didn’t realize it until the walls around her heart started to give way that Zachary was all she could think about. The memories she’d tried so hard to bury came rushing back, stirring up every emotion she’d worked to suppress.

She took a bite of the apple and swallowed.

They say eating a Christmas apple brings peace. If that’s true, then she hoped Zachary would stay safe for the rest of his life.

She suddenly froze, shaking her head as a blurry image surfaced in her mind.

A younger Zachary had once taken a huge bite out of the apple she was holding, grinning like a kid and insisting she eat from the same fruit.

That smile—so bright, so carefree—didn’t match the Zachary she knew now. But somehow, it felt familiar.

Like she’d lived that moment before.

She rubbed the center of her forehead. A sharp pain shot through her skull, so intense her knees nearly buckled. Waves of sadness crashed over her. She suddenly wanted to cry—loud and hard.

Zachary... what happened between us?

Her head felt so heavy she couldn’t stand up straight. Bracing herself against the wall, she slowly made her way into the elevator.

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Melvin hadn’t gone to bed yet. He was reviewing documents when he saw Sarah stumble in, pale and unsteady. Concerned, he rushed over to support her.

“Sasa, what’s wrong?”

“My head hurts, Melvin,” she whispered, her face completely drained of color.

Melvin helped her over to the couch. “What happened? I’m calling a doctor.”

He noticed she was still clutching half an apple in her hand, teeth marks on the edge. He reached out to take it from her, but her grip tightened.

“No need, Melvin. I just need some rest.” She forced herself to stand and headed toward her room.

Melvin stared after her, clearly worried. He took out his phone and called someone.

On Christmas Eve, every parking space on Pine Mist Island was taken. People had to park off the island and walk the entire length of the bridge just to get to the holiday banquet.

Dozens of fans were gathered outside, holding up glowing signs with their idol’s name.

The woman leading them spoke with confidence, “Make sure to cheer your hearts out for him tonight. We worked hard for this. We can’t let other fan groups steal the spotlight, got it? But don’t go overboard. Keep it classy.”

After all, they’d paid a lot just to get in—this was a high-end event, and the crowd knew how to behave.

But once they stepped inside, it wasn’t anything like they expected.

They had imagined the celebrities would be decked out in designer fashion, but instead, most were wearing casual outfits. Aside from their good looks and star quality, they looked surprisingly down-to-earth.

Some idols were even grilling meat for their fans, chatting and joking like old friends.

Even the media kept a respectful distance, filming only from their designated areas without interrupting the atmosphere.