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Emily's POVThe tent flap flew open with a suddenness that cut through the tension like a blade, and Maya’s smugness evaporated instantly. I watched as her whole body transformed, as though she were an actress snapping into a different role with revolting ease. She dropped her smirk like a discarded mask and lunged for my hand with trembling fingers, her eyes wide and glistening with freshly manufactured tears.“Emily,” she whimpered, her voice catching, as though she were the one who had just been threatened. “Please… I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just trying to talk—”It was horrifying to watch. She looked like a chameleon caught mid-shift, her oversized, glassy eyes darting between expressions, her mouth twisted into a trembling grimace of sorrow. She was grotesque, a pitiful little thing putting on a pageant of guilt. My skin crawled. I stumbled back, yanking my hand from her claws, my voice sharp and full of loathing.“Let me go,” I spat, shaking off the last trace of her tou
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Emily's POVThe sound that followed was unmistakable. Maya’s voice—clear, venomous—hissed from the tiny speaker.“The day you lost your baby… You still remember it, don’t you?”My breath caught again, but this time it was not from pain. It was from the raw clarity of hearing her confession echoed back to her. Damian stood tall beside me, his phone raised slightly between us all, his face unreadable.“You want to know the truth, Emily? That day… the day everything fell apart for you… I went to Louis’s house. It was Lucy who let me in. And after she left, I changed into your clothes. And while you were asleep… I drugged you.”There was a soft gasp from Maya, but the recording continued, unwavering.“I needed you to look crazy, Emily. And it worked, didn’t it? Poor, unstable, hysterical Emily. And your baby? Well, that was just an unfortunate consequence.”Maya's face blanched as her own giggle crackled from the speaker.“I was the one who released it.”Then my voice joined in, calm, eve
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Emily's POVI couldn’t help it. The smirk spread across my face before I could stop it, satisfaction blooming in my chest like a firework. There, on her wedding night, Maya stood trembling in her glittering red dress, her mask ripped away, her secrets echoing in the cool evening air. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to dance. But I kept my expression composed, the way a queen might regard a jester who had overstayed her welcome.Damian’s arm tightened around me, and now he was looking at Maya with open contempt. “This is your last warning,” he said, his voice a low growl. “If you continue scheming, I will destroy you. Not just with rumors or whispers. I will bring the truth out in the open, and there will be nowhere left for you to hide.”Maya flinched. For the first time, she had no comeback, no clever insult, no crocodile tears. She stood rooted in place, teeth clenched, eyes darting from him to me and back again, her fury barely contained beneath her skin.I stepped forward slightly, no
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Damian's POVThe silence in the car was unbearable, a thick fog that clung to us like the heavy scent of roses from the wedding. Emily sat beside me, her face buried in my shoulder, her trembling form barely making a sound. I could feel her sobs shaking her body, the quiet, stifled sobs that only deepened the rage boiling inside me. I knew why she was crying.Even though they had a confession from Maya, and had her backed into a corner, she had still hurt Emily yet again. Maya had dragged everything out into the open, and Emily had been left to pick up the shattered pieces of her life.I could feel the anger clawing at me, a deep, searing pain that had nothing to do with Maya’s sick game. It was all the missed years, all the time I’d spent standing on the outside, watching her fall apart from a distance. Ten years, Emily. Ten years of my life that I had wasted, thinking of her, wanting her, but never being able to say a damn thing. And now, all I could do was hold her as she cried ove
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Damian's POV“What you need,” I said, my voice suddenly firm and full of purpose, “is a good laugh. You need to remember the woman you are, Emily. The confident, smart, talented woman who owns her destiny.” I shot her a smile, one I hoped would lift her spirits. “And you need fried food. And shoes.”Her face softened, a tiny, grateful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Fried food and shoes?”I nodded with exaggerated seriousness. “That’s right. Fried food, shoes, and a good laugh. You and me, we used to do that all the time when we were kids. Remember?”She let out a little chuckle, the sound like music to my ears, and I felt my heart give a satisfied leap. It was working. She was already pulling herself out of the hole Maya had dug for her. It wasn’t a quick fix, but I knew how to make her laugh. I always had.“I remember,” she said, wiping away the last of her tears. “You used to drag me to the mall, insisting on trying on ridiculous shoes, and then we’d eat so much fried fo
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Damian's POV“You know,” she said between bites, her voice tinged with playfulness, “I could elevate all of this with just a few ingredients. A touch of garlic on the fries, a little drizzle of something spicy on the hotdog, maybe a bit of balsamic on the ice cream.”I stared at her, blinking. “You are a genius.”Her face flushed a little, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She looked down, suddenly shy. “It’s just a thought.”“No,” I insisted, my voice soft but firm. “You are a genius. You have this way of seeing the world differently, of making everything better, more vibrant. It’s one of the things I’ve always admired about you.”Her blush deepened, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she met my gaze, her eyes searching mine for something I couldn’t quite place. Whatever it was, I hoped she’d find it there.I leaned back in my chair, looking at her with a teasing glint in my eyes. “You know, we should get you something nice. You deserve it.”She raised an eyebrow, looking s
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Maya's POVI had gone into the house to fix my makeup, to change into my final outfit, to make sure everything was perfect, but all I could hear was the murmur of voices around the house. Their conversations floated up through the walls, drifting into my space, unsolicited, unwanted. Talking about the wedding, how lovely it was, how bold, how scandalous. They were all so predictable, weren’t they? People talking, gossiping, pretending they had something meaningful to say. They had no idea what it cost me to be here, what it had taken to arrange every detail to perfection. They had no clue how much of this wedding was a grand performance—mine—and that performance wasn’t for their entertainment. It was for Emily’s ruin.The frustration bubbled inside me as I applied another layer of mascara, the brush a little too harsh, the strokes a little too forceful. I didn’t care. None of them deserved my restraint. None of them deserved to see the carefully constructed mask that I usually wore. I
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Maya's POVLouis could never compare to him. The thought ate at me, gnawed at my insides. Louis, who had abandoned me for her. Louis, who had left me for Emily. I had spent so long convincing myself that the plan was going to work, that it was going to be perfect, and now all of it was crumbling in front of me, just as it always did.I couldn’t hold it in any longer. The frustration, the jealousy, the rage—all of it bubbled over and I let out a sharp, guttural cry. The sound filled the room, so loud and so raw that it startled Lucy. She took a step back, her face paling.“Sorry,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” I forced the words out, knowing they didn’t sound convincing at all. But I had to pretend. I had to pretend I wasn’t a mess, that everything was fine, even as the world around me slowly cracked apart.Lucy stood there, motionless, her expression unreadable. She nodded stiffly, not saying anything else. I could see the hesitation in her eyes, the uneas
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Madelin’s POVThe restaurant was dimly lit, all shadows and soft music, the kind of place where lovers leaned in too close and secrets were whispered into wine glasses. I sat in the farthest booth, hidden beneath the brim of a wide hat and a veil that shimmered like mist. The staff didn’t question me. Money has a way of silencing curiosity. I had slipped out of the estate days ago, or was it longer? Time meant very little to me now. The days bled together, foggy and slow, like honey dripping from a broken jar. No one noticed I was gone. Or perhaps they did, and they just didn’t care.Then, through the clink of glasses and the low hum of conversation, I saw them. Charles, Maya, and Lyla. The triumvirate of my former life, sitting under golden lights like a scene from a dream I’d never been invited into. Maya was radiant, her hand protectively resting over her rounded stomach, smiling, laughing, receiving every doting glance from Charles like she had earned them. Lyla looked different—w
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Maya’s POVThe day was warm and beautiful, and the sun was casting soft shadows across the polished table where I sat across from my mother. Lyla. My mother, my enigma, my constant contradiction. She looked so elegant in that pale lilac silk blouse, her wrists adorned with delicate bangles that clinked gently every time she lifted her wine glass. Her hair was swept back with effortless grace, a loose bun that framed her face with that familiar softness I remembered from childhood. There was something different about her that afternoon. She looked… peaceful, resolved. It unnerved me.I had just finished opening the latest round of extravagant gifts that had arrived since my induction into The Salvare Society. A Baccarat crystal rattle. A limited-edition baby carriage from some obscure Italian designer. Tiny hand-stitched gowns made of French lace. Silver spoons with my child’s initials already engraved. The rich did not simply give—they performed. And I had become their stage."Can you
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Barrett’s POVThe car was silent, tense like a drawn wire ready to snap. I sat between Maya and Charlotte, a wall of expensive cologne, perfume, and pride keeping us all in separate orbits. Neither of them looked at each other, and frankly, I preferred it that way. Maya, in a sleek dark emerald gown, her baby bump delicately concealed but not hidden, stared out the window with a smirk that didn’t reach her eyes. Charlotte, resplendent in a tailored navy-blue suit dress that reeked of polished ambition, kept her gaze fixed straight ahead, her jaw tight, her fingers twisting the strap of her clutch. I could feel it—the storm of resentment between them swirling like a hurricane against the glass. But I said nothing.They were going to be introduced to the Salvare Society tonight whether they liked it or not. It had taken long enough. My hand tightened around the handle of my cane. This wasn’t about who deserved it more. It wasn’t even about them. It was about legacy. It was about preserv
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Charles’s POVI stepped out of the car, cane in hand, my breath fogging in the cool air. The facility was just as pristine and peaceful as always, with its manicured gardens and soft music playing behind the glass walls. A place designed for tranquility. For forgetting. For hiding people too delicate for the real world. I paid for that illusion, month after month. My name on the donation plaques ensured discretion, ensured comfort. But it could never bring back time.I walked slowly, every step measured, every inhale deliberate. I had postponed this visit for weeks, maybe months if I were honest. There was always a reason not to come. A meeting. A dinner. A fabricated emergency. I had buried myself in the rituals of my empire, pretending I had no ghosts left to face. But they lived here. She lived here. And I was out of excuses.The nurse greeted me at the door. A young girl with a polite smile and eyes that were far too curious for my liking.“She’s in the solarium,” she said, motion
After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back Chapter 126
Barrett's POVI had heard the shouting. Not unusual in this house, no. Emotions ran high, and the Barrett mansion had always been a place where drama echoed off the marble floors like thunder. But this—this was different. This wasn’t the irritated bickering of cooks or the clipped tones of Charlotte talking on the phone. This was raw. Violent. Human. I sat up straighter in my chair, the fine wood creaking beneath me, and tilted my head, trying to catch more. But by the time I reached the hallway, adjusting my robe and gripping my cane with one steady hand, everything had fallen silent.The lights down the corridor flickered briefly as I stepped into the hallway. And then I saw Alfred, the butler, coming up from the west wing, his face pale, his hands shaking slightly in their white gloves.“Where is Charles?” I asked sharply, my voice cutting through the silence.“Gone, sir,” Alfred said quickly. “He rushed Mrs. Lyla to the hospital. She… there was an accident. She fell. She hit her h
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Charles’s POVLyla’s voice sliced through the stillness of our bedroom like a jagged piece of glass, sharp and trembling, trembling not just with rage but with years of swallowed tears and disappointment. I could barely look at her, but I couldn’t look away either. Her eyes, red-rimmed and glistening, stared straight into me, as though she could see the rot beneath my composed surface. My tablet was still in my hands, but my fingers had gone numb, and the glowing screen now felt obscene in the face of her heartbreak.“I just want my daughter to live with dignity!” she cried out, each word unraveling like a stitch pulled too tight. “Without guilt, without feeling like she doesn’t belong!”I flinched. There it was. The thing I had been pretending didn’t exist for years now. The truth. Ugly, bleeding, and long overdue. I stared at her, silent, pinned to the mattress by the weight of my own cowardice. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. How could it? I didn’t have the right to defend m
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Lyla’s POVMaya turned, holding a plush white bear with a satin bow. “Still nothing?”“No,” I said, blinking back the sting in my eyes. “It’s fine. He’s probably just busy.”“With what?” she snapped. “Charlotte’s endless parade of guilt? That woman could turn a sunny day into a funeral. I swear, if she says one more thing about how he ruined her childhood, I will personally frame every photo of you raising Damian and make her eat them.”I laughed, despite the tightness in my chest. “She just misses her mother. And Charles... he carries that guilt like a stone.”“He uses it as a shield,” Maya muttered. “To push you out.”We went back to the mansion just before five. Maya excused herself for a nap, her hand resting protectively over her belly. I watched her walk away down the long corridor, her robe trailing like a queen’s train, and I felt a sudden ache so deep I nearly staggered. I had done everything for this family. I had been the glue, the thread, the silence between their shouts.
After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back Chapter 123
Lyla’s POVThe moment the doors closed, Maya turned on me like a storm. “I hate seeing you like this—like some kind of servant in the Barretts' house. You do things out of kindness, and they just don’t get it. They don’t see you. And let’s be honest, you don’t even have a place there—not officially.”The words hit me like a slap. My hands trembled, and before I could stop it, the tears came. Hot, humiliating, relentless tears. I didn’t even wipe them away. I just stood there, crying, whispering, “I’m sorry, Maya. I’m so sorry,” again and again like a broken record.Maya’s anger faltered. Her expression cracked, and she stepped forward, her voice softer now. “Hey. No. No, no, no.” She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close, one hand stroking my hair the way she used to when I was the strong one and she was just a frightened little girl.“It’s not your fault,” she whispered. “But you can’t keep living like this.”I sobbed into her shoulder, my fingers clutching at the fabric of
After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back Chapter 122
Lyla’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of the garden canopy, spilling soft light across the freshly trimmed hedges and carefully positioned wrought-iron furniture. The air smelled faintly of lilacs and expensive fertilizer, the kind that came in black-and-gold packaging and boasted European soil enhancements. I sat quietly across from Maya at the little round table near the fountain, my hands cupped around a delicate porcelain coffee mug, steam curling into the spring air like the ghosts of my intentions. Maya looked stunning, of course, as she always did—even with her pregnancy making her visibly rounder. She wore that expensive silk robe I had given her, pale blue with gold piping, and her skin glowed like she had been kissed by candlelight. I couldn’t stop staring at her, not because I was jealous, but because she had everything I had once dreamed I’d give to a daughter of my own.“Coffee is perfect today,” she murmured, taking a sip, her voice casual but cl
