All Chapters of My Ex-wife is a Hidden Heiress!: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The VisitValenticia’s POVI drove away from the hospital slowly.The engine of the car hummed quietly as I kept both hands on the steering wheel. The city moved around me, but I barely noticed the traffic or the lights. My mind was somewhere else.Lucas had insisted that I go home and rest. He said the situation with Stefan was already being handled and that there was nothing for me to worry about.But I knew Lucas well enough to understand what that meant.He was not going to tell me where Stefan was.Not now. Maybe not ever.And yet the thought of Stefan sitting somewhere alone, injured, angry, and locked away kept bothering me.I told myself I was not going there out of sympathy. I was not going because I still cared about him.I was going because I needed closure.At least that was what I kept repeating to myself as I drove.The road ahead stretched forward as the city slowly grew quieter around me. My thoughts drifted back without warning.Memories.Memories of Stefan.I rememb

The Man Behind the CalmLucas’s POVIt was late.I sat alone in my office with the lights dimmed and the city stretching quietly beyond the glass walls.Most of the building had already gone silent. Only a few floors still had lights on, and even those were beginning to shut down one by one.My desk was clear except for a tablet and a stack of printed reports. Security updates. Incident logs. Movement records.I picked up one of the reports and read through it again.My face still carried faint bruises from earlier. The cut near my eyebrow had already started to heal, but the skin around it felt tight. My ribs still ached slightly when I shifted in my chair.I ignored it.Pain wasn’t new to me.I placed the report down and leaned back slightly, my eyes moving toward the glass window.Everything had moved quickly over the past few days. The engagement announcement. The shift in media attention. The sudden stability in Valenticia’s company. Then the restaurant.Stefan’s attack.I exhal

The Woman From the PastLucas’s POVThe office remained quiet as the night deepened.From where I stood behind my desk, the glass walls showed the city in steady motion. Lights from nearby buildings reflected faintly across the surface, while distant traffic moved in slow patterns far below. Inside the room, everything was arranged with precision. Papers aligned. Devices positioned correctly. Nothing out of place.I had already been here for hours.The reports in front of me had been reviewed more than once, but I was reading them again.Security updates.Valenticia’s name appeared across several sections.Her residence had been reinforced with additional personnel. The perimeter around her company had been tightened. Movement tracking had been upgraded to ensure real-time monitoring.I turned another page and continued reading.The details confirmed what I had suspected earlier.Dimitri had not only shown interest in her operations, he had taken steps to track her movements. Payment

Eyes in the DarkValenticia’s POVReturning to normal life felt more difficult than I expected.That thought stayed with me as I stood in front of the mirror that morning, adjusting the sleeve of my blazer while studying my reflection carefully. I had chosen something simple but structured—a fitted cream blouse tucked neatly into a dark pencil skirt, paired with a tailored blazer that gave me a sense of control I was not entirely feeling inside. My hair was styled properly, and my makeup was subtle but precise, enough to hide the exhaustion that had been building over the past few daysFrom the outside, I looked composed. But inside, I felt anything but steady.I took a slow breath before picking up my bag and heading out.Today was my first day back at the company headquarters since the engagement announcement, and I already knew things would not feel the same.The moment I stepped into the building, the shift was obvious.Conversations softened as I passed through the lobby. Heads t

The Past That Was BuriedLucas’s POVThe road stretched ahead of me in long, quiet lines as I drove through the city.The traffic had thinned out, and the streets were calmer than usual, but my mind refused to settle. The headlights cut through the darkness in front of me while buildings passed by in a blur of light and shadow.I kept both hands on the steering wheel, my posture steady, but there was a tension in my shoulders that I could not ignore.The dinner had ended over thirty minutes ago.Yet the moment she walked into that room still replayed clearly in my mind.Ariana.Even thinking her name brought back a weight I had not felt in years.I exhaled slowly and tightened my grip on the wheel.Her presence had disturbed me more than I expected.For years, she had been nothing more than a closed chapter. Something I had deliberately placed behind me. Something I had ensured would not interfere with anything I built afterward.But tonight proved that the past does not always remai