Game Of Chess With My Ex-Husband's Uncle
Vivienne Duarte had spent her youth supporting her husband, pouring all her time and dreams into his ambitions. Married for years and neglecting her own life and career, she believed everything would be fine as long as she remained the dutiful wife. But she was wrong. She wasn’t enough.
When Vivienne discovered her husband, Marco, was cheating on her with his first love, the same woman who had once left him for another man, her world shattered. And when she confronted him, Marco didn’t even deny it; instead, he coldly suggested a divorce, breaking her heart into a thousand pieces.
Devastated and numb, Vivienne drowned her sorrows at a bar, where a single reckless night led her into the arms of a stranger. And by morning, she vanished without a trace.
Five years later, she returned no longer the fragile woman she once was, but a brilliant, mysterious doctor with a new name and a heart hardened by betrayal. She came back for revenge. Yet fate dealt her a cruel twist, because the stranger from that night turned out to be Marco’s uncle… the very man who had been searching for her ever since.
Now, Vivienne vows to stay away from him at all costs, for she has something that belongs to him, something he must never find out. But her plans spiral into chaos when Marco reappears, claiming the same thing as his own.
Can Vivienne outsmart them both in this dangerous game of love, power, and vengeance, or will she become the pawn in their deadly game of chess?
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Chapter: Chapter 94: The Weight of It~ Vivienne's POVLorenzo took me to the small private waiting area at the end of the corridor outside the lab, a room that existed for exactly this kind of purpose, beige walls and upholstered chairs and a window that looked out onto the side of another building. I had walked past it hundreds of times without ever sitting in it. I sat in it now and stared at the window and did not see the building outside.He sat beside me and did not speak, which was the correct thing to do and which I suspected he understood without being told. There was nothing to say that would address what had just happened in that room, and he was not a man who filled silence with noise for the sake of filling it. He sat with me in it instead, his presence a fact I leaned against without meaning to.I kept seeing Catherine's face. The confusion in it, and then the fear, and then the absence of everything. I kept running the compound's composition through my mind the way I had run it hundreds of times before, che
Last Updated: 2026-03-14
Chapter: Chapter 93: What Wasn't Mine~ Vivienne's POVMy hands moved before my mind had fully constructed the instruction to move them.I was at the first station that had spiked, pulling up the full reading panel, my eyes running across the numbers with the speed of someone who had memorised every projected parameter so completely that deviation registered not as data but as wrongness, a physical sensation of something being off that arrived in the stomach before the brain had finished processing it."Reyes," I said."I see it." He was already at the central monitor, his fingers moving across the interface. "Stations three, five, and two. Now six."I moved to the participant at station three, a woman in her mid-forties named Catherine who had been warm and straightforward during our screening conversation and had shaken my hand with a firmness that I had liked. She was gripping the armrests of the reclining chair with both hands, her knuckles pale, her breathing audible in a way it had not been sixty seconds ago."Cathe
Last Updated: 2026-03-13
Chapter: Chapter 91: A Real Thing~ Vivienne's POVWe stayed in the bedroom for a little while longer after that, the conversation settling into something quieter, less about anything specific and more about the simple fact of being horizontal and unhurried in the same space. Lorenzo had one arm behind his head and I was beside him with my legs tucked up, and we talked in the easy, wandering way of people who have recently stopped needing to be careful with each other, moving between topics without agenda. He asked about my team at the lab, the people I worked most closely with, and I found myself describing them with an affection I hadn't fully registered I felt until I heard myself expressing it. He listened in that complete way of his, occasionally asking something that told me he had retained every detail I had previously mentioned about my work, which continued to be quietly remarkable.The tablet sounds from the living room had shifted register. Less triumphant, more concentrated, the particular focused silence
Last Updated: 2026-03-11
Chapter: Chapter 90: Breathing Room~ Vivienne's POVI had seen the headline forty minutes before he arrived.I had been sitting at my kitchen counter with a cup of tea going cold beside me, scrolling through my phone with the absent, winding-down quality of someone at the end of a long day, and then the notification had appeared and I had clicked it open and read it, and the tea had remained untouched for the rest of the evening.I had not called him. I had sat with it instead, turning it over, feeling the particular quality of the anger it produced in me, which was different from the anger I was accustomed to feeling about things connected to the Blackwell family. This was not the cold and strategic anger that I had refined over five years into something useful. This was something more immediate and more personal, the anger of a woman who had allowed herself to be seen and had been punished for it, whose decision to stop being careful had been picked up and made into a weapon within days of her making it.I knew who h
Last Updated: 2026-03-10
Chapter: Chapter 89: Undone~ Lorenzo's POVI read the headline three times.Not because I failed to understand it the first time. I understood it perfectly the first time, every word of it landing with the precise and deliberate cruelty of something that had been composed by someone who knew exactly which angle would cause the most damage. I read it three times because I was giving myself the opportunity to be wrong about what I was seeing, to find some alternative interpretation hiding in the phrasing that would make it something other than what it was. There was no alternative interpretation. It was exactly what it appeared to be.I set the phone down on the desk.Then I picked it up again and called Eric.He answered before the second ring, which told me he was already awake and already aware, which meant the notification had not reached me first, which meant he had known about this and was in the process of deciding how to bring it to me. I noted that, and I filed it away for a later conversation."How long
Last Updated: 2026-03-08
Chapter: Chapter 88: The Sum of Five Years~ Lorenzo's POVThere is a particular kind of stillness that comes over a man when the ground shifts beneath him and he hasn't yet decided how to respond to it. I have felt it twice in my life before the night I walked into that hospital ward. Once when I was nineteen and found my mother on the floor of our apartment, and once when I was twenty-five and stood outside the Blackwell estate for the first time with my full name on my tongue and a very clear understanding of what I intended to do with it. Both times, the stillness lasted only a moment before something harder and more purposeful took its place.The night I walked into Dante's ward, the stillness lasted considerably longer.Eric had come to me. That was how it began, which was its own kind of statement, because Eric did not come to people with things unless the thing was serious enough to override his considerable preference for detachment. He had sat across from me in my office and told me about the boy in plain, careful la
Last Updated: 2026-03-06
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