บททั้งหมดของ Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 126

Clarence’s POV.The morning light felt softer than usual as I stepped into the office. It was early, and to my surprise, Olivia was already there, sitting at her desk with a warm smile when she saw me. She greeted me like everything was normal. She didn’t look tense, no weirdness either, and for a moment, I let myself believe maybe she had finally found some peace.“Good morning, Clarence,” she said quietly but kindly.I nodded back, trying to match her tone, though something about her still didn’t sit right with me. Her behavior these past few weeks had been strange, sometimes distant, and sometimes over-friendly, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. But today, she seemed almost normal.“Morning, Olivia,” I replied, forcing a small smile.She went back to her work, and I headed to my office. All through work in my office, I kept having a strange feeling prompting me to want to question Olivia. I wanted to ask her about her sudden change, what happened to her in the past that mad

Julian’s POV.The following days passed like an endless punishment. I would wake up hoping for something different—for her to speak to me, to look at me like she used to but nothing changed. If anything, it only got worse. Clarence had built a wall so high I couldn’t see through it anymore, and every time I tried to reach over it, she pulled away like even my presence made her sick. I could only manage to make her keep staying with me begging the police to make her see reasons why she was unsafe at her place because of all the attacks she had had while she resided there. That was the only reason she still barely remained at my place.At work, she kept her distance, barely acknowledging me in meetings. At home, if she came home at all, she went straight to her room and locked the door. We didn’t eat together anymore or talk. I had gone from being her partner to being a stranger under the same roof.The silence wasn’t quiet. It screamed at me every second we weren’t speaking.And the

Clarence’s POV.I hadn’t been home in weeks, not really. Julian’s house had become a place I stayed, but not a place I lived. I had begun to feel like a guest there long before I packed my things.The silence in my own house was louder than I remembered. It greeted me the second I stepped in, filling every corner with something cold and familiar. I needed that quietness now. I needed space to think. To breathe. To go back to the beginning and start digging through the pieces again.I hadn’t answered Julian’s calls since the day I discovered the truth. I had read his messages when I couldn’t sleep, but I never responded. I didn’t have the energy to argue. And really, what was left to say? Every time I looked at him, I felt a weight pressing against my chest, like something invisible but heavy was sitting there, reminding me that he still hadn’t told me the truth.At the office, I kept my distance. I would go in for the bare minimum—brief meetings and quick check-ins. We hardly crossed