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• Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife   CHAPTER 170.

  Clarence’s POV.Julian said I needed to breathe. He showed up at the door with that gentle smile he always wore when he wanted to get me out of my head, holding a jacket in one hand and a single white rose in the other.“No courtroom talk,” he said. “No papers. No voices in your head replaying everything. Just tonight. Just us.”I hesitated. My hands had been trembling all morning. Tomorrow was the trial, Clara and Damon’s trial all happening at the same courtroom but at separate times each.The one that would unravel everything in front of strangers and the press and cold wooden benches. I felt like I was carrying the weight of ten years all in one breath. But when he held out his hand and looked at me like I wasn’t broken, I nodded.We didn’t go far. He took me to a quiet little restaurant tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. There were fairy lights wrapped around the trees outside, and soft music playing inside. It wasn’t crowded with just a few people sitting at tables s

• Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife   CHAPTER 169.

  Clarence’s POV.I didn’t know what I expected when I picked up Mr. Peter’s call that morning. I had just managed to keep food down after days of barely eating. I thought it would be something legal, something boring and official. Instead, I sat frozen on the edge of my bed, listening to him tell me that he had something I needed to see.I met him in his office, the one with the large glass windows that looked out into nothing. He closed the door behind me gently, his expression unreadable, and placed a brown envelope on the table between us.“What is this?” I asked, already feeling something strange in my chest.“Something I should have brought to light a long time ago,” he said, looking older than I remembered. “It’s about your mother’s death. And Clara.”I opened the envelope with trembling fingers. Inside were printed documents, transcripts of phone calls, and a photo of a check. The date made my stomach turn.He sat across from me and folded his hands. “Clara orchestrated the acc

• Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife   CHAPTER 168.

  Gina’s POV.It was already dark when I slipped out to see Mark. I knew it was risky, but I didn’t care. I needed something that didn’t feel like a cage. Something that made me feel human again.He opened the door before I knocked. His eyes swept over me like he was checking for bruises. Like he had memorized where they last were.“Come in,” he said softly.I stepped inside. He always kept the place neat. It was quiet, clean, and smelled faintly of wood polish and something sweet and safe. That was what it felt like here.I sat on the couch while he brought me water. He didn’t push me to talk. He didn’t rush anything. He just sat beside me, his hands on his lap, waiting until I was ready.“I can’t keep doing this,” I said, finally. “I can’t keep going back.”“I know,” he said. “Then don’t.”His words were simple, but the way he said them felt like an anchor. I looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first time in days, I felt my chest ease.“I’m scared,” I whispered.“I know y

• Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife   CHAPTER 167.

  Clarence’s POV.I had barely taken my bag off when I stormed into her house. My thoughts were all over the place, but my target was clear. Clara. I didn’t bother calling her or asking if she was home. I already knew she was.I found her in the sitting room, sipping from a wine glass like she had no care in the world. The calm expression on her face only fueled the heat boiling in my chest.“You lied to me,” I said before she could even look up properly.She turned slowly, not surprised to see me, but annoyed. “Clarence, what’s the meaning of this?”“You told me my mother died during childbirth. You stood in my face and said it so easily. But that wasn’t true. She died trying to escape my father. She died in a car crash. And I was there. I remember now.”Her hand stilled over the armrest. Her face didn’t change, not immediately, but I saw something flicker in her eyes. Guilt. Panic. She tried to hide it.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, setting her glass down. “You’r

• Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife   CHAPTER 166.

  Clarence’s POV.The morning started like any other. I was walking through the hall at work, reading something on my tablet and barely paying attention to my steps. My thoughts were scattered. I had a lot on my mind but nothing specific, just a weight I couldn’t explain.Then my foot caught on something.I stumbled forward and before I could react, I hit the floor hard. My head made contact with the cold tiles and a wave of pain spread through my skull. The tablet clattered beside me. For a second, everything went blank.Then the memories came.They poured into me like a flood, too fast, and too much. I couldn’t stop them.A rainy road, a scream and the image of my mother turning to look at me from the driver’s seat. Her voice trembling. “Everything’s going to be okay, sweetheart.”But it hadn’t been. It wasn’t childbirth that killed her as I had been told. It wasn’t anything noble or quiet or natural. She had been trying to leave him, my father after discoveringhis affair with my ste

• Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife   CHAPTER 165.

  Richard’s POV.The boardroom felt colder than usual. Every eye in the room was on me, but not in the way I was used to. There were no nods of approval, no polite smiles. Just stiff silence and barely concealed judgment.“I’ve already issued a public statement,” I said, leaning forward. “The footage is being investigated. My team is close to identifying the source of the leak. I can assure you that everything is under control.”One of the older board members, Mr. Dawes, folded his hands over the table. “Assurance means little when the company’s image has been dragged through the mud. Investors are pulling back. Shareholders are questioning leadership. Your word isn’t enough right now.”Another voice joined in, firm and blunt. “The scandal has hurt us. Domestic abuse allegations, rumors of affairs… it’s all too much. And your wife’s statement didn’t help.”My jaw tensed. “That statement was made under pressure. You know how the media spins things.”“True or not,” Dawes said, “our confid