Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex-wife becomes pregnant after divorce: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The scent of fresh coffee lingered in the air as Caroline sat in the safe house, flipping through the morning news on her phone. The headline still blared across every major outlet:"Crime Lord Vincent DeLuca Arrested in High-Profile FBI Raid."It should have been a moment of triumph. Months of sleepless nights, countless risks, and near-death encounters had led to this. DeLuca was finally behind bars.But deep down, a gnawing unease sat in her chest.Something about this was too easy.Ancelotti stepped into the room, rolling his shoulders with tension. “I don’t like how quiet it’s been. No retaliation, no threats—Maria should be making her move by now.”Caroline nodded. “Exactly. It feels like the calm before the storm.”Just then, her phone buzzed.She glanced at the screen. A message from Jake.Jane has been trying to reach you. It’s urgent.Her heart skipped a beat. Without hesitation, she called Jane.The moment the line connected, Jane’s panicked voice filled her ears. “Caroline

Maria lounged on the velvet chaise in her bedroom, freshly bathed and draped in a silk robe, the soft fabric caressing her skin.She ran a hand through her sleek, dark waves, admiring herself in the floor-length mirror. Her reflection was flawless—sharp cheekbones, deep red lips, and eyes that held the confidence of a woman who had never truly lost.A slow, satisfied smile curved her lips."Ew, how can such beauty rot in prison?" she murmured to herself, stretching out her limbs like a cat.The thought of those cold, gray walls still sent a shiver down her spine. Prison had been a temporary inconvenience, nothing more.She had always known someone like her wouldn’t stay locked up for long. And thanks to Mr. Henderson, she was exactly where she belonged—on top.She reached for a crystal glass of wine on the nightstand, taking a slow sip as she replayed the moment of her release in her mind. The look on Caroline’s face when she had stepped out of that courthouse had been priceless. The

The night air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and aged whiskey.The chandelier above cast a golden glow over the long mahogany dining table, its polished surface reflecting the flickering candlelight.The setting was intimate, elegant—exactly how Mr. Henderson liked things.Maria sat across from him, legs crossed, her silk dress clinging to her figure as she swirled the red wine in her glass. A slow smirk played on her lips. The rich, velvety taste coated her tongue as she took a sip, savoring the moment.She was no fool—this dinner wasn’t just about gratitude. It was a chess move.And in chess, every piece had a role.She watched as Henderson leaned back in his chair, his piercing blue eyes studying her like a man who had already won.His salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back, his suit tailored to perfection, his watch gleaming under the dim lights. He was the kind of man who carried himself like royalty—because in his world, he was king.But Maria?Maria had no intentio

Maria listened intently, her mind already working through the strategy in her head. She could see how it might work—Ancelotti was a family man, and like most people, he would do anything to protect his loved ones. But there were complications.The family wasn’t the only thing that made Ancelotti dangerous. His empire was built on loyalty and fear, two things that couldn’t be easily manipulated.“And what if Ancelotti doesn’t care enough about his family?” Maria asked, her tone casual, but her eyes searching for a flaw in Henderson’s plan.Henderson’s lips twitched with a small, calculating smile. “Oh, he will. There’s no doubt in my mind. And even if he doesn’t, we’ll make him. We’ll create a crisis, something he can’t ignore.His empire is delicate, Maria. His people are loyal—but loyalty only lasts as long as it’s convenient.”Maria considered that. She had known men like Ancelotti before—men who prided themselves on their control, their power, their ability to build empires. But em

Jane sat across from Jake in a quiet, dimly lit café, her fingers idly stirring her untouched cup of coffee. The tension between them was thick, a silent battle of thoughts playing in their minds.Jake had been hesitant about speaking up for weeks now, but after everything that had happened—the near-fatal shooting, Caroline’s erratic behavior, and Maria’s suspicious alliance—he couldn’t keep quiet any longer.“Jane, I need to tell you something.” Jake’s voice was low, cautious.Jane lifted her gaze, her expression wary. “What is it?”Jake leaned forward, lowering his voice further. “I feel like Ancelotti is the reason why your sister is so disturbed. You need to let her get rid of him.”Jane’s brows furrowed, her grip tightening around her spoon. “Get rid of who? Jake, Ancelotti is the father of my sister’s triplets.”Jake froze. His breath caught in his throat. “Really?”“Yes,” Jane whispered, glancing around nervously. “Keep quiet. That’s a secret.”Jake’s mind reeled. That changed