All Chapters of Dear Ex, I'm More Than Your Plan B: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

There was a beat of silence on the line, just long enough to confirm the hit landed.But Sarah never stayed down for long.“I’m not mad,” she murmured, sultry and slow. “I’m passionate. And I don’t like sharing my things. You, for instance. I could use some of your attention right now.?”Dorian leaned back in his chair, disgust tightening his features. If there was one thing he hated more than power hungry men, it was desperate women clawing at power through seduction.“You mistake me for someone who cares,” he said icily. “You’re not irresistible, Sarah. You’re a liability.”She let out a short, amused gasp. “Now that’s just cruel.”“It’s honest.”Her tone shifted, like she was sharpening her claws. “You want Vera for yourself, don’t you? That’s why you’re upset. All that pretending to be noble, following her around like some tragic hero. But you lost her, Dorian. You will lose her again.”He didn’t take the bait. “What I want is irrelevant. This isn’t personal for me. I’m making sur

Vera gently closed the door lock, leaning her forehead against the cool wood for just a breath. She needed a second. Just one second to hold herself together.But Eira was still in her arms.Still watching her with big, confused, sleepy eyes.“Mommy?” her voice was soft but struck like lightning. “Who was that woman?”Vera forced a smile, kissing her daughter’s forehead. “Just someone from Daddy’s work.”Eira squinted. “Why was she angry?”Vera carried her back toward the bedroom, trying to move past the moment, but Eira wasn’t done.“She looked at me like I did something wrong,” she whispered.Vera’s steps faltered. Her arms tightened protectively around her daughter. “You didn’t, baby. You didn’t do anything wrong. That woman.. she’s just... upset about things that have nothing to do with you.”Eira was quiet for a moment before she said, “She called me a… bastard.”Vera froze.She hadn’t thought Eira had heard it. That word had slipped out like acid, flung by Evelyn in one of her v

The Donovan estate was silent.Outside, the moon hung heavy and pale above the manicured gardens, but inside, Evelyn Donovan sat perfectly still in the velvet armchair of her drawing room.The lights were low, the fire long extinguished, but her rage burned hotter than any flame.Her phone, placed neatly on the glass coffee table, was still glowing from the call that had just ended.Asher had dared.Dared to raise his voice.Dared to threaten her, his own mother.And all for that girl and her bastard.She pressed her fingers together in her lap, knuckles whitening. Her jaw clenched so tight, her temple throbbed.She had tolerated Vera Sterling’s existence for far too long. She’d warned Asher again and again. Ignored his reckless defiance, hoping it was temporary. But now?Now he was ready to destroy everything she’d built for the sake of some countryside stray and the child she birthed in shame.No. Not on her watch.She reached for her phone with practiced calm, swiped to her private

Vera looked from her daughter’s trusting face to Asher, still kneeling before her.“You both drive me crazy,” she murmured, laughing softly through her tears.Asher smiled up at her, waiting.And with a watery breath, Vera finally whispered...“Yes.”The second the word left her lips, Eira gasped. “Did Mommy say yes?”Asher surged up and pulled Vera into his arms, the ring forgotten for a moment as relief poured through him.“Yes, baby,” he murmured into her hair. “She said yes.”Eira squealed and clapped, completely unaware she had just made the moment even more perfect.The ring sparkled delicately on Vera’s finger, glinting under the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows.She couldn’t stop staring at it. Not because it was expensive, though she could tell it probably cost a small fortune, but because it was hers. Thoughtfully chosen.Now, they sat side by side at the long marble kitchen counter, a thick cream colored envelope lying between them. It had been hand delivere

“Please…” Vera whispered, her voice shaking, her hand gently cupping the side of his face. “Stay with me. Asher…”Another noise.Movement.Eira.That single thought snapped her back to reality.Her baby was still in danger.But Asher…Vera froze, torn in two. One hand still on Asher, the other gripping the floor to push herself up.“Mommy!”Eira’s voice came again, smaller, scared, but still calling.And Vera had never felt more helpless in her life.Tears welled in her eyes as she hovered over Asher’s unconscious body, paralyzed by the impossible decision, save the man bleeding at her feet… or the daughter screaming for help just a room away.“Asher, I’m sorry,” Vera whispered, brushing trembling fingers through his blood matted hair. “I’m so sorry.”But she couldn’t stay.She wouldn’t lose both of them tonight.With a deep, shaky breath, Vera pushed herself up. Her legs felt like jelly, her heart pounding so hard it rattled her ribs.She forced herself forward, each step dragging he