All Chapters of Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Julian’s POV. I felt like a weight had been placed on my chest ever since that conversation with Clarence. The guilt was eating at me at the way I had treated her. I had raised my voice at Clarence. I had snapped at her when she was only concerned about me, trying to understand what was going on. I could see it now, how hurt she had looked, and it made my stomach turn. I hated myself for reacting that way. It wasn’t her fault that I was drowning in secrets. It wasn’t her fault that I had to do all that to keep her safe. I needed space. I needed to think. That’s why I decided to meet Liam, my closest friend. He was the only person who knew everything about me, everything I had been through. We had been friends from university. He worked at the hospital just a few miles away, so we met at a café nearby during his break. It was a place where I could talk without worrying about anyone overhearing. I hadn’t realized how much I needed someone to talk to until I saw Liam. As s

Julian’s POV. I looked around the room, every pair of eyes on me, waiting for my decision. I wasn’t blind to the fact that both Kristina and Clarence had crossed lines but I wasn’t about to make things more complicated by picking a side too openly. Clarence had reacted as anyone should, she should have held back because of her position in the company and Kristina was the guilty one, who deserved to be punished but because punishing her just like the last thing might cause an issue, I decided to come to with a strategy that would still get her punished but it would be because of her incompetence. So, I offered them a way to prove themselves. It was the best I could think of under the circumstances. “I want to suspend the both of you,” I said, watching their reactions carefully. “But then I changed my mind because it would be unfair to have both of you stay away from the company. Both of you have messed up and I decided to task you with working on the next projects we are suppose

Clarence’s POV. I stood at the entrance of the noodle shop surprised at how quiet and empty it was. I could see the driver’s wife in the back, her shoulders slumped and her eyes downcast. My heart sank at the sight of her, and for a moment, I wondered what had happened to the noodle shop that was booming back then when her husband had brought me. I walked inside and greeted her, a small smile forming despite the discomfort I felt. She looked up and blinked. “Are you here for noodles?” she asked, her voice soft. I nodded. “Yes, I’ve been here before.” She furrowed her brows, her eyes scanning me as if trying to place my face. “I don’t remember you.” She paused, her lips pursing thoughtfully. “I usually remember everyone who’s come by twice.” I introduced myself, and as soon as the name left my lips, I saw her shock. She dropped her dishcloth, her hands trembling slightly as she came over and hugged me tightly. “Oh my goodness!” she exclaimed, pulling back to look at me with

Kristina’s POV. I stood outside Julian’s office, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. How could he put up such a difficult topic? It was like he was trying to make me get the suspension. I paced in front of his door, trying to steady my breathing. How could he do this to me? He wanted to humiliate me in front of everyone, making it look like I was some incompetent fool who couldn’t handle a project? I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and forced myself to push the door open. Julian was at his desk, his eyes fixed on the screen as if he couldn’t care less that I was standing right there. “Julian,” I said, my voice louder than I intended. He didn’t look up, his fingers moving over the keyboard with infuriating calmness. “Yes, Kristina?” “Can’t you change the topic for my sake?” I asked and he looked up at me like he wasn't believing my words. “Are you still on that, Kristina? Why are you working here if you can't handle a project? Why do you have

Kristina’s POV. A week later, I sat in the corner of the coffee shop during my lunch break, my fingers drumming against the table, the ice in my untouched latte slowly melting into a watery mess. Sasha’s words replayed in my mind, over and over, like a broken record. “Steal her work. Make it look like she copied you.” It was reckless. It was dangerous. It was exactly what I needed to do. But how? Clarence wasn’t stupid. She was naive, yes, but she wasn’t a fool. She knew I was gunning for her. She knew Julian was breathing down my neck, waiting for me to slip up. If I was going to pull this off, I needed to be smart. I needed to be untouchable. I thought for a while and then I smiled as an idea popped up into my head. I knew who exactly I would use to pull it off. I brought out my phone and opened the company’s messaging app. I scrolled up, reading through the last few messages, searching for a name. “Ava.” Ava was among the new interns who joined our company a week back. She