All Chapters of Ruthless Husband your Wife and Son are Mine : Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

The room was painted in soft pastels. Toys were lined on the shelves and a small table was at the centre with a box of crayons. DJ sat across from the child psychologist... The therapist smiled gently. “DJ, how are you feeling today?” “I’m okay,” he answered with a little shrug. “My dad says it’s good to talk to people when you’re okay and when you’re not.” She nodded, jotting something quickly. “That’s very wise. So… what do you think we’re doing here today?” DJ looked around. “To talk. Maybe about my parents.” “And what do you think about them?” she asked with a light tone. He hesitated, only briefly. “My dad is the best. He always takes care of me. He doesn’t shout or get mad unless I’m really wrong.” The therapist leaned back slightly. “And your mom?” He gave a soft shrug with his eyes down, staring at his shoe. “She left. I don’t know her well. She cries a lot and tries to hug me.” The therapist watched him quietly. “Does that make you uncomfortable?” DJ nodded. “I don’t

It had been three days since the court’s final ruling, but the pain in Thersa’s heart hadn’t eased , not even a little. It still sat heavy in her chest, like a wound that refused to close. As if losing custody wasn’t enough, the media had only made it worse, swallowing Diego Mondragon’s lies like honey and painting her as the unstable, unfit mother who had lost her grip on reality.Every headline felt like a slap. “Businesswoman’s Outburst Confirms Mental Health Concerns,” “Diego Mondragon Wins Custody Battle-Protects Son from Scandal.”She couldn’t walk down the street without stares. Couldn’t open her phone without another cruel article, another comment questioning her worth as a mother.Thersa sat curled up on the couch in Rafael’s apartment, staring blankly at a muted TV that was flashing images of her face, over and over again.“I don’t even recognize myself anymore,” she whispered, tears welling. “They took everything from me… and the world is cheering them on…..She stood up f

"You should count yourself lucky today," Diego said with a smirk as the car came to a stop. "Coming with me to an event like this? That’s a big deal." He stepped out, straightening his suit. Diana followed closely behind, smiling boldly as camera flashes lit up her face. The charity fundraising program was in full swing. The entrance buzzed with business leaders, politicians, designers, and media, all eager to be seen. Diego circled around the car and held out his arm. Diana took it without hesitation. "This is your world now," he whispered with quiet pride as they stepped onto the carpet together. As they walked inside, a familiar face stepped forward. “Diego Mondragon,” the man said with a smile. Diego’s expression lifted. “Antonio! I didn’t know you’ve been back” “I’ve been back for a while,” Antonio replied. “Should’ve given you a call.” His eyes shifted to Diana. “I see you brought your plus one.” Diego smirked. “A man must not live on bread alone.” The comment made D

Rafael finally stepped out of the conference room, loosening his tie after hours of back-to-back meetings on the next steps to win custody of his son. Mondragon had managed to prove through DNA that the boy was his, forcing Rafael into an endless series of back-and-forth legal strategies with his team.The case against Mondragon was consuming every second of his time, leaving no space for anything else.He walked out with a few men, the cool night air hitting them as they stepped outside.“So… we’ll see if there’s a way forward in our next meeting,” one of them said.“Alright. Sure,” Rafael replied, making sure they got into their cars safely before heading back inside.Most of the lights in the building were off now. He climbed the quiet hallway to his office and picked up his phone. The clock read 11:00 p.m. Countless missed calls and messages lit up the screen , most of which were from Celeste, with the rest from a few business contacts.Rafael sighed as he walked, dialing Thersa’s

Thersa stood in the craft room of Emery & Co, running her fingers across a roll of soft fabric laid neatly on the long table. The light from the wide windows made the colours stand out, rich and inviting.Mrs. Emery, the owner herself, stood beside her with a tape measure slung around her neck. “This shade has been our best-seller lately,” she said warmly, pulling the fabric closer. “But I think it could use a fresher cut..something that feels bold, but still wearable.”Thersa smiled faintly, brushing her hand over the texture again. “You’re right. The material has character already. It just needs the right shape to make it come alive.” She reached for the mannequin at the corner and began pinning the fabric against it.“You see here?” Thersa pointed as she wrapped it across the bust. “If we drop the waistline a little lower, it softens the figure without losing structure.”Mrs. Emery’s eyes lit up. “Exactly! That’s what I’ve been trying to explain to my designers for months. You see