The Breaking Point of Love / The Zillionaire's Abandoned Wife Novel ( Celeste Rodriguez & Trevor Fleming) By Cloudsearcher Updated 2025 -26 - The Breaking Point of Love or The Zillionaire’s Abandoned Wife Chapter 681

The Breaking Point of Love or The Zillionaire’s Abandoned Wife Chapter 681

Before Trevor could respond, Quincy patted him on the shoulder. “I’ll leave her to you.”

With that, he rubbed his temples and headed out first.

Trevor walked over, picked up Celeste’s bag, then lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the private room.

Downstairs, as he carried her toward the car, Jorge was just about to get into his own vehicle. When he saw them, he paused.

Watching how closely Trevor held Celeste, he hesitated—then took out his phone and snapped a few photos.

Trevor’s car wasn’t far away. He placed Celeste inside, got in, and drove off.

Jorge lingered for a moment before getting into his own car. Then he followed.

Trevor drove steadily the entire way.

Jorge didn’t realize how much time had passed until Trevor’s car entered a well-known villa district in Baumond. Only then did he slow down, turn away, and merge back into traffic.

He made a call immediately.

“Check if Trevor owns any property in that villa district.”

Not long after he got home, the answer came.

“Trevor does own a property there. He’s been living there for the past few years. Before the divorce, his wife and daughter lived there too. Now it’s just him and his daughter.”

So that was Trevor’s main residence.

And he had taken Celeste straight there.

Jorge’s expression darkened.

…

The next morning, Celeste woke with a pounding headache.

As her awareness returned, she sat up—and froze.

The room was unfamiliar.

For a moment, she thought she was still groggy and imagining things.

But as her senses cleared, realization hit.

She was in Trevor’s house.

In his master bedroom.

She went still.

After a few seconds, it clicked—she must have gotten drunk, and Trevor had brought her back here.

Daylight streamed through the windows.

Her bag sat neatly on the bedside table.

Not wanting to stay any longer, she quickly got out of bed, slipped into the slippers by the bedside, grabbed her bag, and walked out.

The moment she stepped into the hallway, she ran into the housekeeper coming upstairs.

The housekeeper smiled. “Mrs. Fleming, you’re awake.”

“Just call me Cel,” Celeste said.

The housekeeper gave an awkward smile, clearly unsure.

After a brief pause, Celeste asked, “Last night, he…”

The housekeeper understood immediately. “Mr. Fleming slept in the study.”

Celeste nodded.

Just as she was about to say something else, the door to the study opened.

Trevor stepped out, still in his sleepwear.

His gaze landed on her. “You’re awake.”

Celeste nodded. “Thank you for last night.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Mom?”

Jordyn had just woken up too. Seeing Celeste there, she blinked as if unsure it was real.

Then her face lit up.

She ran over and threw herself into Celeste’s arms. “Mom, when did you come back?”

“…Last night.”

Celeste smiled faintly and spoke with her for a moment before leading her back to her room to freshen up.

After that, they went downstairs together for breakfast.

By the time they arrived, Trevor was already dressed and waiting.