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ONE HUNDRED 1

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ELENA

I sank onto the couch slowly, like my bones had suddenly forgotten how to hold me upright. The cushions dipped beneath my weight, and I stared at my hands, at the faint tremor in my fingers. I didn’t trust my voice yet. If I spoke too soon, I might scream, or cry, or say something I would never be able to take back.

“Explain,” I finally said, lifting my eyes to my mother. Cathy. The woman who raised me. The woman I called Mom. “Start from the beginning.”

She hesitated, standing across from me like a defendant waiting for a verdict. Then she sat down opposite me, clasping her hands together so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“You were never supposed to find out like this,” she whispered.

“Yet here we are,” I replied flatly.

She took a breath. A long one. The kind people take before diving underwater.

“Before you were even born,” she began, “your biological mother, your real mother fell in love with Arthur Blake.”

My chest tightened at the name.

“Her parents didn’t approve,” C
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  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    ONE HUNDRED 15

    DAMIAN Pain doesn’t arrive politely. It doesn’t knock or announce itself. It crashes hot, blinding, and personal.The gun went off and for a split second, I didn’t even register the sound. What I felt first was the impact, like someone had punched straight through my shoulder with fire wrapped around their fist. My body jerked violently against the restraints, metal biting into my wrists as a sharp, ugly groan tore out of me before I could stop it.So this is how it feels. It feels just brutal. I clenched my jaw hard enough that my teeth screamed, refusing, and I repeat refusing to give them the satisfaction of a real scream. Blood soaked through my shirt almost immediately, warm and sticky, dripping down my arm and splattering onto the concrete floor like it had somewhere important to be.“Elena—” I started, then swallowed the rest of her name when breathing suddenly became work.Her scream ripped through the room. That, that hurt worse than the bullet.“No—no, no, no!” she cried, s

  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    ONE HUNDRED 14

    GARRICKI sat there for a full ten seconds after the screen went black. Ten seconds too long. Cars swerved around me, drivers shouting, horns blaring, but the world had narrowed to a single, suffocating truth: Viktor Kovalenko had my daughter.I let out a sound that wasn’t quite a breath and not quite a growl.“Idiot,” I muttered to myself. To the man I used to be. To the foolish part of me that thought time could erase monsters.I shoved the car back into gear and drove, but not too fast, just careful and calculated. Speed gets you killed, and panic gets people you love killed.I had buried myself once, burned records, paid blood and money and silence to disappear. I had done everything right, until I got careless. Until I believed I could step back into my wife’s life like a ghost returning home, unnoticed. Viktor never forgets,aand worse, he never forgives. And never takes what he wants directly. He takes leverage first.Damian Blackwood. I exhaled sharply through my nose, because

  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    ONE HUNDRED 13

    GARRICKThe steering wheel groaned under my grip. I was driving far too fast, the city blurring past me in streaks of steel and light, my jaw clenched so hard it ached. Every red light felt like an insult. Every slow driver felt like an enemy. My mind was locked on one thought and one thought only.Arthur Blake.That man had the audacity to reappear in Elena’s life after decades of absence, stir chaos, drag ghosts out of graves, and now my daughter had vanished without a trace. If there was one constant in Elena’s suffering, it was him. His choices, his shadows, and his past. If Elena was gone, it was because the past had finally caught up.I was halfway to Arthur’s house when my phone vibrated against the console. I ignored it at first, but then it vibrated again, and again. Something in my chest tightened. I glanced down briefly to the unknown number on my screen.My pulse spiked.“No,” I muttered. “Not now.”But my instinct is sharp, brutal, earned through years of running and surv

  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    ONE HUNDRED 12

    CATHYGarrick arrived like a storm that had been holding itself back for too long. The moment his car pulled into the driveway, gravel scattering beneath the tires, I knew this wasn’t just fear anymore; it was war clawing its way to the surface. He stepped out before the engine even fully died, his eyes already scanning the house, the cars, the open space where Elena should have been.“Start from the beginning,” he said, his voice low, controlled in the way that only meant it was barely restrained.I swallowed hard. My throat felt raw already. “Her cars were still here. All of them. One door was open, her bag was on the ground, and her phone—" My voice cracked. “Her phone was outside. She never goes anywhere without it.”Garrick’s jaw tightened. He walked straight to the car, inspecting it like a crime scene. His fingers brushed over the open door, then the handle, then the interior. I watched his shoulders stiffen.“This wasn’t carelessness,” he muttered. “Someone interrupted her.”

  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    ONE HUNDRED 12

    CATHY -ELENA’S MOTHERSomething felt wrong the moment I stepped outside. it felt just… wrong. Like when you misplace something important and your body knows before your mind does. Elena’s cars were still there. All of them.I stopped halfway down the front steps, my hand gripping the rail. Elena never left all her cars behind. Never. She was meticulous like that; she was overprepared, always choosing which car suited her mood, her meetings, and her armour for the day.“Maybe she took a ride,” I muttered to myself, the lie thin even to my own ears.I walked closer, and that’s when I saw annd realised that one of the doors was open. Not wide, but just enough like someone had been interrupted mid-motion.My heart stumbled.“Elena?” I called, forcing my voice to stay light and casual, as if I wasn’t already bracing myself.No answer. I circled the car slowly, dread pooling heavier with every step, until I saw her bag lying on the ground, spilled slightly, the strap twisted unnaturally, l

  • THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS    ONE HUNDRED 11

    ELENA Darkness comes in layers. The first thing I feel is the cold, seeping through my clothes, biting into my spine. The second is the smell of old concrete, dust, and something that just makes my stomach turn even before my mind catches up. Then the panic hits. I bolt upright with a sharp gasp, my scream tearing out of me before I can stop it. “Hello?!” My voice echoes, thin and frantic. “Is anyone there?!” Nothing. My heart hammers violently against my ribs as I scramble back, my hands skidding over rough cement. A single bulb flickers above me, its light weak and unforgiving, revealing just enough to terrify me properly. A bare room with no windows, but just one metal door. I clutch my head as a wave of dizziness crashes over me. My mouth tastes like chemicals, sweet and bitter. The cloth which someone covered my mouth with. Someone planned this. My breathing turns shallow. “No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “No, no, no…” I press my palms against my temples, trying to ste

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