All Chapters of The Wealthy Divorcee: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Morning never truly arrived on the island.The sky lightened just enough to dull the stars, but the jungle remained locked in its own eternal twilight—thick canopy choking the sun, mist clinging low like breath held too long. Jenna woke with her muscles screaming and her throat raw, as though she had been running even in her sleep.She hadn’t dreamed.She had relived.Marko’s scream.The sound his skin made as it dissolved.The way the jungle had watched.She pushed herself upright against the damp bark of a tree, ignoring the nausea rolling in her stomach. Nearby, Steeve sat hunched, arms wrapped around his knees, eyes hollow and fixed on nothing. David stood several paces away, already awake, already alert—knife in hand, gaze sweeping the shadows like a man expecting them to blink first.“We move at dawn,” David said quietly, as if the jungle itself were listening. “Which means now.”Jenna rose slowly. Her body protested, but she refused to let it show. Weakness, she had learned, wa

The world had already buried Jenna Anderson.Rex Hidalgo refused to let the ground settle.At dawn, the official search teams began to withdraw, their gray vessels turning slowly toward sanctioned ports, flags fluttering with a finality that made Rex’s chest ache. Engines hummed with closure. Crews stood at attention, already shifting from grief to procedure, from tragedy to paperwork. For them, the mission was drawing to a close.Rex watched from the deck of a leased command vessel, fingers digging into the steel railing until cold bit through skin. His jaw was clenched so tightly his teeth ached. Sleep had become a stranger. Food tasted like ash. Every wave felt like an insult.This was where governments stopped.And where he began.“Disconnect from international coordination,” Rex ordered, voice sharp as steel. “Cut all shared channels. From this point forward, everything stays off record.”The man beside him—a former naval intelligence officer with scarred knuckles and eyes that n

The night refused to move forward.Rex sat alone in the dim cabin of the command vessel, the low hum of engines vibrating through the steel beneath his boots. Outside the narrow window, the ocean stretched endlessly—black, patient, merciless. The same ocean that had swallowed Jenna’s plane. The same ocean that had become his enemy.He had stared at maps for hours. Coordinates. Satellite data. Probability curves. Every rational part of his mind screamed logistics and timing, but guilt did not obey reason. It clawed its way up from memory, dragging the past with it.His phone lay face up on the table.No messages.No voice.And suddenly, he was no longer on the vessel.He was back there.Rex still remembered that hour in City Hall with cruel clarity.Jenna sat across from him, pale and quiet, her eyes empty in a way that unsettled him even now. He had approached her with impatience instead of concern.“What exactly are you unhappy with?” he asked coldly. “You’ve given more blood this mo

Fog swallowed the shoreline as the boats cut their engines.Rex stepped onto the sand with a heaviness that had nothing to do with the damp air. The island loomed ahead—jungle thick, dark, breathing. Drums echoed faintly somewhere inland, low and irregular, like a pulse that did not belong to any human heart. Behind him, the hired men fanned out in practiced silence. Former soldiers. Mercenaries. Men who had killed for causes far smaller than this. Rex did not look back. Every step forward felt like crossing a line he could never uncross. The fog curled around his boots, dampening sound, distorting distance. Visibility dropped to a few meters. Somewhere in that white veil, something moved. A whistle cut through the air. The first spear came out of nowhere. It punched through the chest of the man to Rex's left, the force so violent it lifted him off his feet before slamming him back into the sand. Blood sprayed warm across Rex's cheek. "Contact!" someone shouted. Then

The jungle screamed.Not with voices—at first—but with sound so violent it rattled Jenna’s bones. A thunderous crack split the air somewhere to the north, followed by another, sharper blast that sent birds exploding from the canopy in a frantic black cloud. The ground shuddered beneath their feet.David spun instantly, knife up, eyes blazing with alarm. “That’s not them hunting,” he muttered. “That’s war.”Steeve flinched against Jenna’s shoulder, pain carving his face into something hollow and gray. “Another tribe?” he rasped. “There are more of them?”Jenna’s heart slammed violently against her ribs. The child in her arms whimpered, clutching her shirt tighter as if he could crawl inside her chest for safety. Every instinct screamed that the jungle was closing, that the island itself was turning hostile.Another explosion tore through the trees—closer this time.