All Chapters of Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Clarence’s POV. I could barely keep my eyes open in the car. The day had been longer than usual, filled with one draining meeting after another. Even after everything, I still had to smile, still had to keep my head high like nothing had touched me. But it had. Every little thing had touched me, and now I just wanted to get home, take off my shoes, and breathe. Julian glanced at me as he parked in front of my building. He didn’t say anything right away, just kept looking like he was about to speak but wasn’t sure how. “I don’t know,” he finally said, running a hand through his hair. “I feel like I shouldn’t leave. Maybe I should come up with you. Just for a while.” I gave him a small smile. It was kind of him to offer, but I didn’t want anyone around. Not tonight. I needed space. “I’ll be okay, Julian. You worry too much,” I said, trying to sound light about it. “Nothing’s going to happen. I’m just going to sleep.” He didn’t look convinced. His eyes lingered on mine for a secon

Olivia’s POV.I couldn’t sleep. No matter how many times I closed my eyes or buried my face into the pillow, the weight on my chest wouldn’t lift. My mind wouldn’t slow down. It kept playing one image over and over again. Clarence lying in that hospital bed, completely still, bruised, and barely hanging on.I felt like I had been the reason she was there, suspecting Kristina was behind the attack even as she had said she wasn’t the one, I didn't believe her. I have been feeding her with what was going on with Julian and Clarence which might have driven her to do what she did to eliminate Clarence so if she died in the hospital, it would be my fault.I curled up tighter under my blanket, but even that comfort felt undeserved.How did I end up here?Clarence had never been anything but kind to me. From my very first day at the company, she had treated me like I mattered. She remembered my name, smiled when she saw me in the hallway, and thanked me even when I brought her coffee. She tru

Clara’s POV.The room smelled of expensive perfume, fresh flowers, and the light musk of arrogance that always lingered in spaces filled with women who didn’t know what it meant to want anything. The wives of wealthy men’s clubs were nothing more than a circle of thinly veiled competition who wore the most recent designer, who got the rarest gemstone, and whose husband bought what for her birthday.I sat among them, pretending to care about the newest spa opening in the city. Someone was going on and on about how they flew in a chef from Paris to prepare her dog’s meals. I sipped my tea, uninterested and bored, just waiting for an excuse to leave.Then my phone rang.It was Stone.Finally. He had reached out after a day of waiting for an update from him while monitoring the news if there would be any report on what had happened. I excused myself from the table and stepped away, answering the call.“They failed,” he said flatly.I froze. “What?”“The men I sent to take care of Claren

Julian’s POV.The moment my phone rang and I saw the hospital’s name flash across the screen, I felt my heart stop. I had been glancing at my phone more than usual all morning, waiting for any update—hoping and praying. I picked up immediately, barely managing a steady voice.“She has regained consciousness,” the nurse said. “Ms Clarence is awake.”I didn’t even hang up properly before grabbing my jacket. I told my assistant to cancel the rest of my meetings and practically ran out of the office. My thoughts were all over the place on the way there. Relief, disbelief, and excitement. I didn’t know what I had walked into. I just needed to see her, talk to her, and hold her hand.When I stepped into her hospital room and saw her sitting up, blinking slowly as she tried to take in her surroundings, something inside me just gave way.I wasn’t someone who cried easily, but that moment tested me. I walked to her and gently wrapped my arms around her, not saying a word at first. Just holdin

Julian’s POV.It had been a long week between managing the company and making sure Clarence stayed safe, I had barely had a moment to breathe. My phone never stopped ringing, my inbox was drowning in unread messages, and my sleep had been reduced to short bursts of rest interrupted by nightmares. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her—lying in that hospital bed, pale and motionless. And now that she was awake, now that she was back on her feet, a different kind of worry gnawed at me.I didn’t know how to let my guard down anymore. And I knew she didn’t either.But tonight, I needed a break from the chaos, the fear, the weight of everything pressing down on us. And I could tell Clarence needed one too.Her eyes were tired in a way that sleep couldn’t fix. So I made a choice. I told my assistant to clear my schedule. I turned off my phone and I drove us out to the beach.It wasn’t far from the city. It was a quiet stretch of sand I used to visit when I needed to think. *When we got t