All Chapters of Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Julian’s POV.After breakfast that morning, everyone gathered outside the resort. Today was the second day of the work trip, and we were going on a hike. The staff was filled with energy, talking and laughing as they adjusted their backpacks or stretched their legs. But I hung back a little, scanning the crowd until my eyes found Clarence.She stood away from the group, looking absent minded. Olivia was next to her, chatting eagerly but Clarence didn’t seem to be listening. Her expression was distant, and my mind kept drifting back to last night and how she had left that morning afraid that someone might see us together.I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Was she regretting what happened? Or was something else weighing on her? I wanted to ask, but I didn’t want to push her.“All right, everyone!” the trip coordinator called, breaking my thoughts. “We’ll take the company bus down to the mountain. Let’s get moving.”One by one, we filed into the bus parked nearby. I hoped to sit next to

Julian’s POV. Clarence was finally discharged that evening. The doctor handed her the medications and went over the instructions, but I could tell she wasn’t really listening. Her eyes were half-closed, and her shoulders sagged like they were carrying more weight than she could bear. The doctor’s voice was calm as he explained the dosage and the need for rest, but Clarence just nodded absently, her gaze fixed somewhere past his shoulder. She was already tired of being treated like she was fragile like she was someone who needed to be handled with care. I understood that feeling. I understood it too well. “We should head home,” I said, keeping my voice soft. “Skip the rest of the trip.” She frowned slightly like she was about to argue, then her shoulders slumped. “But we promised the others...” I shook my head. “Your health is more important than a promise.” She pressed her lips together, the words hanging between us. Finally, she nodded, eyes dropping to the ground. “Okay.” I r

Julian’s POV.I called Clarence the moment I opened my eyes the next morning. My arm ached from the makeshift bandage I had wrapped myself in, and though I knew it needed better attention, all I could think about was making sure she was alright. She answered after two rings.“Good morning,” her voice was soft and warm, like nothing in the world had gone wrong.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the faint sunlight spilling through the curtains. “Morning. Did you sleep okay?”“I did,” she said. “Better than I thought I would.”Then a pause.“I want to come into the office today.”“No,” I said quickly. “I don’t want you coming in today. Just rest, please.”“Julian, I’m fine. I’ve been away from work long enough—”“I mean it, Clarence. I need you to stay home today.”She sighed, and I could picture her stubborn little frown, the way her brow creases when she doesn’t get her way. “Why? Did something happen?”“No,” I lied smoothly. “I just want you to relax. One more day won’t hurt. P

Mark’s POV.I didn’t like the way Gina looked at me. Like I was something filthy. Like being in the same room with me made her skin crawl. She didn’t say it out loud. Gina wasn’t reckless like that, she wasn’t someone who was that sharp-mouthed when it came to such things but it was written all over her face. In the way her eyes stayed fixed on the floor and how her shoulders hunched forward like she was trying to disappear.I watched her from the other side of the room, leaning against the edge of the desk. My arms were folded, not because I was angry yet, but because it kept me from doing something I might regret.I’d had a long day with Gina. Everything felt heavier than usual like the world had shifted just slightly and made even breathing feel like work. And there she was, sitting like a statue, making it harder just by existing and breathing my air.“You could at least pretend to be grateful,” I said, my voice low and measured. “I’m not asking for a standing ovation. Just a litt

Kristina’s POV.I sat by the window, staring at the iron bars my parents had installed outside. They didn’t trust me at all, they had installed it thinking I would escape and every time I reached for the front door, someone was there. Either a maid or a guard. Sometimes even my mother pretended to be concerned about me. But I knew what this was. They weren't trying to protect me, they were trying to control me and I hated that more than ever.I could see they had gone back to how they were before things went out of control and Julian had to step in and I wouldn't let them. I have to decide my own life and live it.My phone was with me now only because they thought they had scared me into submission. But they were wrong. I wasn’t scared. I was suffocating and I needed to breathe, and this house had become a cage for me.I scrolled through my messages, hesitating before tapping Sasha’s name. She was the only one I could rely on now who knew about Julian and Clarence to agree to help me