All Chapters of Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Clarence’s POV. The morning began like most of my days lately. The coffee had gone cold on my desk, my laptop open to too many tabs, and that deep, gnawing restlessness that had followed me since Julian told me the truth. But today felt heavier. Like something inside me had shifted. I stared at the document on my screen: a compiled report from my new legal team. Names, transactions, and anonymous tips that led to half-finished trails. It wasn’t solid proof yet, but it was something. It was more than the silence I had lived in before. Kristina had vanished the moment things turned against her. There were no records of her leaving the country or hospital admittance under her name. There was no way we could find her. It was just as if she had disappeared into thin air. But I knew better than to believe she disappeared without help. It was definitely her parents doing. Julian stepped into the room quietly. He always moved like that these days—watchful, like he didn’t want to interrup

Damon’s POV.I didn’t think after Clarence told me Gina was getting married—I just drove. I was texting everyone who might know where the wedding was, calling numbers I hadn’t dialed in months. Most people acted like they didn’t know, like they didn’t want to get involved. I almost gave up, until someone finally sent me a location. One single address. That was all I needed.I didn’t stop to think. I didn’t care that the living room was still a mess or that my shirt was only half-buttoned. Didn’t even notice that I had mismatched shoes on. I grabbed my keys and left, heart pounding like it was trying to escape my chest. I needed to get to that church. I needed to see it with my own eyes.Gina. My Gina. Getting married to another man?No. That couldn’t be. She told me she loved me. She told me we were in this together. That everything we were doing—the transfers was for us.The church wasn’t hard to find. It was dressed like a scene from a magazine. White flowers everywhere, gold draper

Gina’s POV.The second the door shut behind me, I felt the weight of the night drop over me. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I walked deeper into the house, the dim lights doing little to calm the unease crawling through my chest. I had barely taken off my earrings when I heard the footsteps behind me.“You think I didn’t see the way you looked tonight?” Richard’s voice was low but dangerous, the kind of quiet that made your stomach turn before the yelling even started.I turned slowly, forcing my voice to stay even. “I wasn’t looking any kind of way.”He moved fast. “Don’t lie to me, Gina.” His hand clamped around my upper arm, fingers digging in enough to leave marks. “You looked miserable. Everyone saw it.”I flinched but didn’t pull away. “I wasn’t miserable. I was just tired. It was a long night.”“You embarrassed me,” he hissed, letting go of my arm just to shove me back against the wall. “You stood beside me with that empty expression. Like you were being forced t

Kristina’s POV. I didn’t know how long I had been running. Everything felt like a blur—the woods, the gravel road and the cold wind scraping my skin. My feet ached. My throat burned. But none of that mattered. I was out. Finally free. After months of being locked away, drugged, silenced, and forgotten by the people who were supposed to love me, I had slipped through their grasp. The retreat they called it. A private place tucked in the mountains. A place for healing, my mother said. But there was no healing in that place. Just white walls, locked doors, and endless silence. No phones, no visitors. Just me, my regrets, and the ghosts of who I used to be. By the time I made it to the city, my knees gave out. Right there—on the curb outside a neon-lit building that pulsed with music and cigarette smoke—I collapsed. No strength left to fake dignity. I heard someone call my name. At first, I thought I imagined it. But then she crouched beside me. Big hair, bold makeup and a worried

Clarence’s POV.I opened my eyes slowly to the soft beeping of machines. The sterile scent of disinfectant clung to the air. My head felt heavy, and my body still ached from the accident. I had been in and out of consciousness since I was brought in, but today, I felt more awake—alert enough to notice the small details. The drawn curtains, the flowers on the nightstand, and the fact that I was alone.Julian had work to do so I bet that was why he wasn't around. As a doctor, he was busier and could not take breaks as he would do back then while he still worked in the company and I totally understood knowing he would be here with me at any slightest chance or space he gets.I lay on the bed lost in thoughts until the door creaked open, bringing me out of my thoughts and Damon stepped in with a plastic bag in one hand and a bouquet of lilies in the other.“Hey. Good day,” he greeted with a smile that almost didn't reach his eyes as he came closer. His sudden visit and presence left me on