All Chapters of My Ex-wife is a Hidden Heiress!: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Chapter One Hundred and Eleven

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

Chapter One Hundred and Twelve

The Woman at the DoorValenticia POV~By the time I got Stefan to my house, he was half asleep. His head fell against the car window during the drive, and he mumbled things I couldn’t understand. When I stopped the car, he lifted his head weakly and looked at me.“Val,” he whispered.“I know,” I said quietly. “We’re here.”I helped him out of the car. He was heavy and unsteady. His steps were slow and clumsy. I wrapped his arm over my shoulder and held him tight so he wouldn’t fall. He smelled like smoke and alcohol. His body was warm and trembling.We made it to my front door after what felt like forever. I pushed the door open and guided him inside. He collapsed onto the couch, falling against the cushions like his strength had left him.I stood there for a moment, catching my breath. Then I crouched down next to him.“Stefan,” I said softly. “Can you hear me?”He moved his head a little and blinked, but his eyes were unfocused. “Val…”“I’m here,” I said again.He tried to sit up,

Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen

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

Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen

The Weight of LossValenticia’s POVDimitri sat on the couch, staring at nothing. His hands trembled, his shoulders slumped. His eyes were empty, and his lips were dry and pale. I stood there for a few seconds, unsure what to do. My heart was already racing because of how he looked. Something terrible had happened, and I could feel it in the air.I took a slow step toward him. “Dimitri,” I said softly, “what happened?”He didn’t move. He just rubbed his face hard with both hands, like he was trying to erase something from his mind. His breath was uneven, and his voice came out cracked again. “I didn’t know where else to go.”I knelt beside him, feeling the panic crawl up my throat. “You’re scaring me. Tell me what’s wrong.”He still didn’t answer. His body was stiff, his eyes fixed on the floor.“Dimitri, please talk to me,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm.When he didn’t respond, I stood and went to the kitchen. I poured a glass of water and came back, setting it on the table in

Chapter Hundred and Fifteen

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

Chapter Hundred and Sixteen

Lines That BurnValenticia’s POVWhen I finally woke up, the sun was already high. My head felt heavy, and my body ached like I hadn’t moved all night. For a few seconds, I forgot everything that happened yesterday. Then it all rushed back—the knock, Dimitri, the crying, the silence.I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The house was quiet. Too quiet. I checked the time. Almost ten. I took a deep breath and got out of bed.When I walked downstairs, I found Dimitri already awake. He sat at the kitchen table, staring at a cup of coffee that hadn’t been touched. His shoulders were slumped, his hair a mess. He looked tired, older somehow.“Morning,” I said softly.He looked up. “Morning.” His voice was low, rough from sleep and crying.“How did you sleep?” I asked.“Barely,” he said, managing a small smile. “But thank you for letting me stay.”“You don’t have to thank me,” I said, walking to the counter. “You needed a place. I’m glad you came.”He nodded and looked back at his coffee. “It still

Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen

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

Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen

The Morning After the StormValenticia’s POVI woke up earlier than usual. My eyes opened before my mind was ready to deal with anything. For a few seconds, I couldn’t remember why I felt so heavy. Then everything from last night rushed back. Dimitri crying. Stefan is at my door. The argument. The tension. The confusion.I rubbed my eyes and sat up. There was a soft sound coming from the living room, something like someone trying to breathe quietly. My heart jumped. I pushed off the blankets and hurried to the door.When I stepped into the living room, I froze.Stefan was sitting on the floor with his back against the couch. His head rested on the cushion behind him. His knees were up, and his arms hung loosely by his sides. He looked exhausted. His eyes were red, the skin under them dark. His clothes were wrinkled like he’d been running all night.He lifted his head slowly when he heard me. His voice came out weak. “I didn’t know where else to go.”I sighed and ran a hand through my

Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen

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

Chapter One Hundred and twenty

Natasha’s Game BeginsDimitri’s POV~I thought going to the business dinner would help me clear my mind. I thought being around other people would distract me from the weight inside my chest. But it didn’t. Every step into the restaurant felt heavy, and every sound felt louder than it should.The waiters were moving around with trays. Board members were laughing and talking. Everyone seemed normal. I felt anything but normal.I kept seeing Val’s face from earlier that day. The way she snapped at all of us. The pain in her eyes when she said she wanted space. I kept seeing the way Stefan looked at her. Like he still had the right. Like she belonged to him. It made something inside me twist in a way I didn’t want to admit.I took a seat at the far end of the table and forced myself to breathe slowly.One of the members leaned toward me. “Dimitri, we are glad you’re here. We weren’t sure, given… everything.”He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to. My father’s death was still to

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