All Chapters of No Longer Shadow Of My Sister: Divorcing The CEO: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

After handling Tiara’s discharge paperwork and with the family doctor insisting she stay the day for observation, Travis has no time to waste. He barely slept last night. Asher cried, the house was restless, and unfinished work still piles up because of this incident.Now he is in his office, running a hand through his hair. Meetings blur together, but this one matters more than anything. Lawyer Jean sits across from him, calm and collected, a stack of files between them.“I don’t understand how someone can be so reckless,” Travis says, his voice low and tight. “She is attacking my sister, humiliating her. And now she claims four others were involved? I cannot just let this slide.”Jean nods slowly. “You are right. Sarah Homes did more than cross a line. Publishing private photos, sharing them in a group, shaming Tiara, it is illegal as well as cruel.”Travis leans forward, fists clenching. “I want her to pay. Financially, legally. I want her to feel the consequences of what she did.”

The morning sunlight filters through the tall windows of the Ericson residence, soft and golden, warming the marble floors that still carry the faint chill of the night.Dawn stands in the hallway outside Tiara’s room, her sleeves rolled up, hair tied back loosely, eyes focused and alert. She watches as the servants move in and out, their steps careful, voices hushed, as though the house itself understands that someone fragile will soon return.She has taken on the task of redecorating Tiara’s room. New bedsheets. A refreshed interior. Everything meant to make her feel comfortable again.Taylor has already informed her about the discharge, so Dawn wants to make sure Tiara comes back to a room that feels safe, familiar, and warm, yet renewed.“Make sure the curtains are changed,” Dawn says gently but firmly, her gaze scanning every corner of the room. “And the mattress needs to be aired properly. I don’t want even a trace of dust. She’s been weak, and her immunity is low.”“Yes, Madam,

The first thing Mrs. Ericson notices as soon as she enters is the voice.Mr. Ericson has returned to the company since he has some important matters to deal with.It carries across the living room before she even fully steps inside—bright, loud, layered with an easy confidence that feels misplaced in a house that usually moves with quiet order. Mrs. Ericson pauses just past the threshold, her fingers tightening slightly against the doorframe as she listens, her shoulders still, her breath measured.“…Oh, I love how open this space is,” the woman is saying. “It feels very… legacy. You know? Old money, but tasteful.”Mrs. Ericson’s brows draw together by a fraction. Her lips press into a thin, thoughtful line as she steps forward, the heel of her shoe barely making a sound against the marble floor. Who has entered her heavily guarded house and is speaking as if she belongs here?Kayla Brown stands near the center of the living room, her back half-turned. One manicured hand gestures anim

Just a few minutes after Mrs. Ericson leaves, Kayla walks out of the elevator with a wide, overly sweet smile. Anyone can tell how much she has rehearsed it. The smile sits too carefully on her lips, stretched, deliberate. Her eyes lock onto the nameplate.“Travis and Dawn.”Just that. And her smile cracks, twisting into something unreadable. Her brows twitch. Her lips press together for a split second before curving again. Her fingers trail over the nameplate slowly, almost reverently, triumph flickering across her face, as if it is a written curse she cannot help admiring.She walks toward the door as if the apartment already belongs to her. She yanks her hair back over her shoulder, lifts her chin higher, posture sharp with entitlement. The tight top clings to her curves audaciously, her steps confident, unhesitating.When she reaches the door, she does not knock.The door opens before Dawn can even process the sound of footsteps outside. Asher’s nanny, stepping out to fetch someth

Steam from the hot shower lingers in the air, filling the bathroom with a warm haze. Jim’s hands rub the towel across his face as he steps out, water droplets clinging to the ends of his hair. The apartment is quiet except for the soft rustle of sheets from the bedroom. His eyes narrow slightly as he notices Kayla sitting on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the floor. The soft hum of the city outside filters in through the partially drawn curtains.“Kayla?” he asks, voice gentle but carrying an edge of concern. “What happened?”She doesn’t look up immediately. Her fingers twist the hem of her top with a restless tension, the subtle tremor of her hands betraying a nervous energy she tries to mask. Her lips press together as though she’s holding back words, and her chest rises and falls unevenly.Nothing comes out at first. The silence stretches, almost thick with unspoken tension. Then, as if a dam finally gives way, tears begin to streak down her cheeks. They glint in the soft