Semua Bab After Divorcing My Ex-husband, I Returned And Shined: Bab 111 - Bab 120

MICHELL POVIt had been ten minutes since Victor left.Ten minutes since he’d gone to “change.” Ten minutes since the farce began.I drained the last of my scotch, set the glass down with a soft clink, and stood. The amber liquid still burned at the back of my throat, but it did little to quell the deeper fire simmering beneath my skin.The corridors of the penthouse were dim, and quiet, like the house itself was holding its breath.As I turned down the west hallway, voices drifted into earshot. One of them clipped and curt.Victor.“…Are you sure no one’s been in there?”Rose’s warm, familiar tone answered with calm certainty. “Only Mr. Michell, sir. He stepped in days ago.”I reached the edge of the corridor just as their eyes met mine.Rose, flustered, dipped her head. “Excuse me.” She vanished down the hall without waiting for permission.Victor and I stood there. No words. Just the low hum of air conditioning and the kind of silence that didn't beg to be broken—it dared you to.

MICHELL POVI swallowed, reading it over again. Ferrum. It felt like a punch to the gut, the name slithering into my mind and pulling me deeper into the shadowy world I’d been avoiding. But I couldn’t let Audrey see it. Not yet. I locked the phone and set it back on the table, trying to shake off the unease that had settled in my stomach.“What’s wrong?” Audrey’s voice was soft, her eyes flicking up from the pages of her book, sensing the change in the air. I forced a smile, trying to mask the tension. “Just more work. My father… he wants me to help with a big deal, involving some new technology. Thalyon, I think it’s called.” She blinked, clearly interested but not pressing. “That sounds important.”I nodded, keeping my tone light. “It is. I just need to make sure everything goes smoothly.”She seemed satisfied with the answer and didn’t pry further, which was both a relief and a reminder of just how much I couldn’t share with her. Audrey was a part of my world I wanted to protec

MICHELL POVThe house felt like a tomb as I stepped through the grand entrance of Ethan’s mansion. The heavy, expensive scent of wood and leather mingled with the taste of anticipation in the air. The night was closing in fast, and I could feel the weight of the plan on my shoulders.I had waited for this moment for weeks. Hell, I had been waiting for this my entire life. To see Viktor finally break. To see the man who thought he could destroy me cower at my feet. But this—this was going to be different.Tonight wasn’t just about catching him; it was about forcing him to own the truth. He had lived with lies for so long, and now it was time for him to face what he had done.Ethan was already there, as planned. The connection between us had always been transactional, but tonight, he was more than just an ally—he was a partner in this.“You ready?” Ethan asked, his voice low, almost sympathetic.I nodded, already feeling the familiar coldness settling into my chest. This wasn’t about s

MICHELL POVHe was gone.And Emilio… Anna… they could finally rest.A strange stillness settled over me as I walked out of the courthouse. Not peace, exactly. But something like it.Ethan and Audrey were waiting just outside. He stood with a protective stance beside her, but I could see the lines of tension on his face, the way he kept glancing at me like he was checking I hadn't shattered under the weight of everything.Audrey... she was pale, her arms wrapped around herself as if the truth had chilled her to the bone. Her eyes searched mine, and for the first time in a long while, I let her see me—really see me.“I’m proud of you,” she said softly. Her voice was tentative, like she wasn’t sure if now was the time.But it was. It meant everything.I gave a short nod. “Thank you… both of you.”Ethan placed a firm hand on my shoulder and squeezed. No words were needed between us. He’d stood by me when no one else would. When even I wasn’t sure I’d make it out of this with my sanity int

MICHELL POVThe towering glass walls of my father's penthouse gleamed under the late afternoon sun as I stepped in. The silence inside wasn’t unusual, but today it felt heavier. I found him standing by the massive window, a tumbler of untouched whiskey in his hand, his gaze distant—anchored somewhere between memory and regret.He turned as I approached. “You came.”“I did.” I tucked my hands into my pockets and nodded. “Thaylon’s staying.”His brow lifted, confusion flickering across his features. “What?”“I spoke with their head team. Explained the situation. Apologized for the mess. Reassured them we could still deliver—without Victor.”He blinked, processing. “They agreed to continue?”“They did.”He sat down slowly, almost stunned, the whiskey forgotten on the glass table. A moment passed, thick with the things we hadn’t said for years. Then he finally spoke, his voice quieter than I’d ever heard it.“I didn’t think you’d be able to pull it off. I—” He paused, swallowed. “I thoug