Alle Kapitel von My Ex-wife is a Hidden Heiress!: Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

A Bar and Too Much TruthStefan’s POV~After the fire died down and everyone was safe, the firefighters asked me to go home and rest. I stood outside the building with my hands shaking. The smoke in the air burned my throat, and every part of me felt heavy.Val stood beside me, watching me closely. She hadn’t left me for a single second. She kept asking if I was okay, and I kept telling her yes, even though I knew I was lying.A police officer walked up to me and said, “Sir, you need medical attention. Smoke inhalation can be dangerous.”I shook my head. “I’m fine.”The officer frowned. “You should still get checked.”“I said I’m fine,” I repeated.Val stepped forward. “He’s okay. I’ll take care of him.”The officer looked at her, then at me, and finally nodded. “If anything changes, go to the hospital.”When he walked away, Val touched my arm gently. “Stefan, you need to go home.”I snapped, “I can’t.”She blinked. “Why not?”“I can’t face it,” I said. My voice cracked a little. “I

Shadows and Phone CallsValenticia POV~The house was quiet after Natasha dragged Stefan out. Too quiet. I sat in the living room with my arms around myself, staring at the space he had left behind. My body felt heavy, my mind blank. I didn’t even know what I was supposed to feel anymore.Part of me was angry at him for letting things get that bad. Part of me pitied him. And another part of me hated myself for caring at all.The clock on the wall showed it was past midnight. I rubbed my eyes and leaned back on the couch. I hadn’t slept properly in days.Grandma was supposed to come home tomorrow. The doctor had called earlier to say she needed to stay at the clinic overnight for more checkups. She’d sounded fine when we spoke in the afternoon, but I was still worried. She hated hospitals, and I hated that she was alone there.I stood to get a glass of water when my phone rang.The screen showed her name. Grandma Rosanna.My heart skipped a beat. I picked it up quickly. “Grandma? Are y

Ashes in the MorningStefan’s POV~The sunlight hit my face, and it felt like knives in my eyes. My head pounded so hard that I had to cover it with my arm. For a few seconds, I didn’t even know where I was. Everything was blurry. My mouth was dry. My throat burned. I groaned and forced myself to open my eyes.The ceiling above me was familiar. The walls. The furniture. The curtains. My own room.I frowned and pushed myself up slowly. My head spun.My jacket was on the chair. My shoes are by the bed. Everything looked the same, yet something about it felt wrong. Too clean. Too quiet. Too empty.I rubbed my eyes and tried to remember the last thing that happened. Pieces came back one by one. The fire. The wedding. Natasha yelling. Reporters screaming. The bar. Val. Her voice. Her hand on my arm. The way she said my name.My chest tightened.Then I heard something soft. Breathing.I turned my head, and my body froze.Natasha was sitting on the floor near the bed, hugging her knees. Her

When a Man BreaksStefan’s POV~When Val told me to leave her house, the words hit me harder than anything I had felt in a long time. I walked out without looking back because I knew if I turned around, I would say something I shouldn’t. I drove home with my chest feeling tight and my head full of noise.When I reached the house, I stopped in front of the door for a few seconds. The place was dark. All the lights were off. It felt cold when I walked in. I called out for Natasha once, but she didn’t answer. I already knew she was gone, but hearing nothing made it real.I walked inside and looked around slowly. Everything felt strange. The house looked the same, but it didn’t feel like mine anymore. I touched the edge of the table as I passed it. Wedding decorations were still there. Ribbons. Flowers. A box filled with programs. I stared at them for a long time, trying to understand how everything had gone so wrong.My suit jacket from the wedding lay on the couch. I walked over and pic

Sparks That Shouldn’t ExistValenticia’s POVWhen I opened my eyes that morning, the first thing that hit me was the heaviness in my chest. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to pull myself together. But the memory of last night came back fast. Stefan standing at my door. The hurt in his eyes when I told him to leave. The way he looked like the world was falling apart.I covered my face with my hands and let out a long breath.“I need to stop thinking about him,” I whispered to myself, even though I knew it was a lie.I pushed myself out of bed and went to wash my face. When I walked downstairs, I found Dimitri already in the kitchen. My ex-husband. The man I once thought I would grow old with before everything fell apart between us.He was sitting at the table, staring into a cup of tea he wasn’t drinking.He looked up the moment he heard me.“Good morning,” he said quietly.“Morning,” I answered and walked past him to get water.The kitchen felt too small. The