All Chapters of Trillonaire Ex-Wife After Divorce : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The silence after the door shut was almost unbearable. It pressed against Avery’s chest, a heavy, airless quiet, broken only by the faint hum of the bulb swinging above her.Her wrists ached from the ropes. Her throat still burned from the gag. But it wasn’t the physical discomfort that unsettled her most—it was the echo of Stephen’s eyes on her, calm, unyielding, unreadable.She hadn’t seen him in nearly days not until today. And yet, just one look had unraveled pieces of her she had thought were sealed tight.The scrape of boots outside the door brought her head up sharply. The two guards shifted closer, straightening again, like dogs waiting for a command.The door opened back.First came Mrs. Anderson, the crimson coat still immaculate, her heels clicking softly as she stepped back into the dim room. But this time she wasn’t alone.Stephen followed. She thought they had given her till the next day. By the looks of it, they had changed their mind. Not rushing, not hesitant—just th

THE NEXT MORNINGThe room had no windows, only a single strip of light from the vent above that did little more than mock her with its false promise of morning. Avery hadn’t slept.Every hour bled into the next, the ropes burning her wrists, the concrete floor seeping cold through her bones. But worse than the physical ache was the knowledge that time was running out.By dawn, her lips were cracked, her head heavy with fatigue, but her mind refused to shut down. She replayed every word from Mrs. Anderson, every unreadable flicker in Stephen’s eyes, every option she had left.None of them looked like survival.The door creaked open.Her body went rigid as Mrs. Evelyn Anderson swept inside, not a hair out of place, dressed now in a tailored cream suit that screamed authority and untouchable wealth. The sharp click of her heels struck Avery’s nerves like nails against glass.Stephen followed, expression still maddeningly neutral, his presence filling the space more than the guards who fl

The steady beeping of a heart monitor was the first thing she heard.Avery’s eyes fluttered open, heavy as though weighted with stone. The ceiling above her was white, unfamiliar. The sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air. Her body felt numb except for the dull throb in her side, bandaged tight.For a moment, panic gripped her — flashes of gunfire, sirens, Mrs. Anderson’s cold smile. She tried to sit up, but the IV tugged at her arm, the pain flaring sharply.“Easy.”The voice was deep, steady, threaded with concern.Her gaze shifted — and there he was.Tamer sat by her bedside, shoulders broad but stiff with tension, his shirt wrinkled and streaked faintly with dried blood. Not hers, surely…?His dark eyes locked on her, and in them she saw something that made her chest ache: relief so raw it almost looked like grief.“Avery.” He exhaled her name like it was the only word he trusted. “Thank God.”Her lips parted, dry, unsure. The words slipped out before she could even think.“

Morning sunlight spilled through the blinds of the hospital room, soft and golden, but the atmosphere was anything but calm.Avery was propped up against the pillows, her hair mussed, her complexion pale but no longer deathly. She picked absently at the blanket, her gaze flicking every now and then to Tamer seated at her bedside. He hadn’t moved all night, his hand still resting loosely over hers as if daring anyone to pull her away from him.But peace never lasted long in their world.The door burst open.“Where is she?” Shane’s voice cut through the sterile quiet like a blade.Avery startled, her wide eyes darting toward the doorway.Justin hurried in behind Shane, his face tight with nerves. “We came as soon as we heard—”But Shane was already at Avery’s side, his protective instincts flaring. His eyes swept her quickly, as though cataloguing every bruise, every bandage. His jaw hardened.“What did they do to you?” he demanded, his voice trembling with rage. “What did they do to my

The drive from the hospital felt longer than it truly was.Avery sat quietly in the passenger seat, her eyes flicking between the window and Tamer’s profile. Every now and then, she touched her wrist as though expecting the hospital band to still be there. Then she’d glance at him again, almost shyly.“Husband,” she murmured once, as though testing the word.Tamer’s grip on the wheel tightened. He forced a small nod. “Yes?”She smiled faintly. “Nothing. Just… making sure you’re real.”He swallowed hard, focusing on the road. The word husband lingered like smoke, intoxicating and suffocating all at once.The car finally pulled into the long driveway of his home — a modern estate with sharp lines, glass windows, and tall hedges for privacy. Security lights blinked awake as they rolled closer.Avery’s eyes widened. “This… this is ours?”Tamer hesitated, then said carefully, “It’s where we live, yes.”She pressed her face closer to the window, childlike awe softening her features. “It’s b