Semua Bab Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Clarence’s POV. I didn’t expect Damon to show up again. Not after the way I shut him down at the hospital. But the man had always been persistent. He had this way of pressing until you gave in—not always through force, sometimes just by lingering long enough until you were too tired to resist. That part of him hadn’t changed. I sat by the window in my room, staring out at the empty street below. The afternoon sun washed the buildings in a soft haze, but I felt no comfort in it. Everything still felt off. Damon’s sudden reappearance in my life, his soft-spoken apologies, and now this… plea to help him “start over.” I wasn’t naive. He never did anything without an agenda. Still, part of me felt unsettled—like there was something I wasn’t seeing clearly. Julian called just as I was going through some documents. Hearing his voice made my chest loosen a bit. He always had that effect. Steady, reassuring. I put my pen down and leaned back on the couch. “How are you feeling today?”

Clarence’s POVThe morning air felt light, like it hadn’t yet made up its mind whether to scorch or stay mild. I sat quietly in the backseat of the car as we pulled away from the house, watching the city wake up. It was supposed to be a routine meeting—a follow-up with a group of investors who wanted to expand into the wellness sector. I had done hundreds of meetings like this. But today, I couldn’t shake the tight feeling in my chest.I sent Julian a quick message as we pulled up to the expressway.“Heading to the meeting now. Will update in 10.”I could almost hear his voice in my head telling me to be careful. I wasn’t used to being checked on this much, but I understood why. After the accident… after Damon… things hadn’t felt right. And Julian wasn’t the type to let his guard down once it was up.The car ride was uneventful at first. We passed the usual places—old banks, street vendors already setting up, that bakery I kept meaning to stop by. But then, something caught my eye in

Kristina’s POV. I sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor of the new apartment Gina had secured for me, my back pressed against the edge of the bed. The light from my laptop cast a dull glow against the wall as I scrolled through old pictures. Most were useless—blurry shots from events, group photos, and work dinners. But there were a few of us and Julian back then before everything went downhill with Clarence’s return. I paused as I came across one where he had a smile on his face, and he was looking at me lovingly too. We had both gone to a public event and had to take photos just like every other couple that was invited. I knew he had only acted like that for the Camera. It wasn’t love in the photo, not really, but it could pass for it and this was what I wanted. It was enough to do what I had in mind. I used an app to nudge the lighting, adjusted the contrast, and then layered in a few blurred edges to make it feel more intimate. I added a timestamp. Then I found another ph

Julian’s POV.I stood in front of the hotel room door, hands in my pockets, my heartbeat steady. I wasn’t nervous. Just... focused. There was a kind of quiet that came before doing something final—something that couldn't be undone. I knocked once, firm and clear.Kristina opened the door like she had been waiting. She was wearing a silk robe, her hair tied back like she didn’t have the world burning behind her. She smiled, like she was the one holding the upper hand.“You came,” she said, stepping aside to let me in.I walked past her without a word, heading into the suite. It was luxurious, over the top, but that was Kristina—always needing to feel bigger than everyone else.“Drink?” she asked, gesturing to the bar.“No.”She let out a small laugh. “You’ve gotten colder.”I turned to face her. “You’ve gotten bolder.”Her eyes narrowed a little, but she didn’t drop the act. “I assume you’re here to make a deal.”“I’m here to end this.”Kristina crossed her arms and leaned against the

Clarence’s POV.I was about to continue working when my stomach started growling, reminding me that I had barely had anything to eat that day. I had skipped breakfast to rush to work.I left to grab lunch in a nearby cafeteria where I ate silently with my mind not particularly thinking of anything. The past days have been calm and I have never seen or heard from Damon after that day he made his way to my house. I was glad he had finally seen he wasn't welcome back into my life.When I was done, I headed back to the office to resume working for the day.*The email came late in the evening, just as I was about to close my laptop for the day. It had all the right things—proper grammar, clean formatting, and a corporate logo I recognized from a previous event. The sender introduced themselves as a representative of a luxury wellness brand looking to partner with select women-led companies. They were hosting a discreet pre-launch dinner the next evening for potential collaborators, and