All Chapters of Chasing His Ex-wife Back : Chapter 101 - Chapter 109

The confrontation didn’t come in the courtroom.It came in the boardroom — the same one where Abbas once taught her that power was about control.Now, control belonged to her.The tension was palpable as she entered, flanked by Liam and Sebastian. The heavy oak doors swung shut behind her, sealing the space like a vault. The air was thick, humming with unspoken history. Across the long polished table sat Abbas Karim — the man who had built empires and buried enemies without blinking.But he wasn’t untouchable anymore.The iron cuffs around his wrists glinted under the recessed lights. His tailored suit, once a symbol of his dominion, now looked like a desperate costume on a dethroned king. Yet his eyes… his eyes still held that venomous spark — defiance, arrogance, and something colder.“Well,” he rasped, his voice low and rough, “you’ve become quite the showpiece, Evelyn.”She didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. Every inch of this room, every shadow and light, was hers now — not his.

It rained that night — soft, steady rain, washing the city clean.The world outside Evelyn’s window shimmered beneath the downpour, lights bending and blurring behind the glass. Water traced thin silver lines down the pane, splitting her reflection into fragments — the woman she had been, the one she had become, and the one still learning how to exist without war.Her office was dim, quiet except for the faint hum of electricity and the soft patter of rain. The chaos that had defined her for years — the courtrooms, the headlines, the threats — had fallen away. What lingered now was silence. Heavy, unfamiliar silence.The door opened behind her.Liam entered, his sleeves rolled up, exhaustion etched across his face. He carried a steaming mug and stopped a few feet away, hesitant, as though afraid to break the stillness.“You didn’t go home,” he said gently.Evelyn didn’t turn. Her gaze followed the streaks of rain down the glass. “I will,” she said after a moment. “I just needed to wat

Evelyn sighed softly, setting her mug down. The aroma of coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint hum of the espresso machine and the quiet chaos of morning life.“‘The Fall of Abbas Karim,’” she repeated, her voice low, almost thoughtful. “They make it sound like a tragedy.”Liam lingered near the door, file in hand. “For some, it is. He built half this city’s economy. People are still trying to make sense of it — of you.”She turned toward him, one brow lifting. “Me?”“You’re the headline now,” Liam said. “The daughter who destroyed the empire. The woman who broke the silence.” He hesitated, as if weighing his next words. “They want to know what comes next.”Evelyn leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms. The morning light caught the faint silver in her hair — proof that even victories left their mark. “What comes next?” she murmured. “Nothing newsworthy, I hope.”Liam gave a small smile. “You could take a break, you know. A real one. No phone calls, no board m

The morning after Kent’s birthday dawned quietly, almost reverently.Soft beams of sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, catching the faint shimmer of confetti still scattered on the living room floor. The laughter and chaos of the night before lingered in the air, gentle echoes of something sacred — a peace Evelyn had thought she’d never feel again.She stood barefoot in the kitchen, her robe loosely tied, cradling a cup of tea between her palms. The warmth seeped into her skin, grounding her as she looked out the window to where the children were playing in the garden.Anastasia was trying to braid Rolland’s hair, and Kent — ever impatient — was shouting orders from the swing as if he were their commander. Their laughter floated through the open window, the kind that made Evelyn’s chest ache with gratitude.Peace, she realized, wasn’t a gift. It was a choice. One she had fought for with every bruise, every sleepless night, every ounce of strength she’d ever had to summon.She si