Todos os capítulos de Divorced: Dear Ex It's Your Loss: Capítulo 291 - Capítulo 300

•Vera POV•“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the house, honey?” my mom asked as we sat on the cold iron bench in the park.The park was quiet, too quiet, but my head was loud. Eric’s words kept replaying in my mind again and again, like someone had pressed replay and forgotten to stop it.“No, Mom,” I shook my head slowly. I wanted to say more, wanted to explain how I felt, but the words got stuck in my throat. My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t breathe properly. I had thought once I married Eric, everything would finally fall into place. I thought we would be happy. I thought love would be enough.But Brooke…Brooke having a child for him…That was worse than anything I ever imagined.“I don’t want to ever go back to that house,” I whispered, staring at the ground as tears rolled down my face. “I don’t want to see Eric or hear any explanation he has to offer.”My mom sighed softly and moved closer, rubbing my back gently. “I understand how you’re feeling, honey. I really d

•Juliet POV•The anger inside me kept boiling with every second that passed.I tried to calm myself as I sat beside Vera, but it wasn’t working. My chest felt tight, my hands shaking slightly. This was exactly what I had prayed would never happen to her, and yet here we were.I felt guilty.If I had known Brooke was involved with Eric, I would have never called her or even hired her to be Vera personal assistant. Never. I remembered clearly how Eric had reacted to the information about her when I first told him I wanted to employ her as Vera personal assistant. He never told me his reason, and I didn’t push him for answers. I thought he was just being dramatic.Now look where that had gotten us.I let out a slow breath, trying to steady myself, but the anger kept rising instead. A part of me wanted to stop blaming myself but each minute the guilty seemed to sink in.“Vera…” I said quietly, forcing my voice to sound calm. “I need you to be strong.”She didn’t look at me. Her eyes staye

•Vera POV•“Honey, are you sure you want to work today?” my mom asked as I stood up from the bed and walked over to my suitcase to grab my clothes for work. “I’ll suggest you rest all day because what happened yesterday was overwhelming.”I bent over my suitcase and pulled out a green corporate top, lifting it up to check if it wasn’t wrinkled.“I’m okay, Mom,” I said softly. “Staying in this room and crying over Eric or the tragedy of my life would only make things worse for me. But going out there to work will keep my mind off it. And moreover, the Runway Fashion Week I’m hosting is next week.”She didn’t respond immediately.I felt her eyes on me, heavy and knowing, the kind of look that made you feel naked even with clothes on. My mom had that gift, no matter how well I pretended, she always knew when I was breaking from the inside.She sighed. “Alright, pumpkin. But promise me you won’t start crying when memories decide to attack you.”“I promise,” I said quickly, then paused. “W

•Vera POV• I wrapped my hand over my chest and slowly walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window. The glass felt cool under my fingers as I stared out at the city below.The night had dressed the city in soft lights. Street lamps glowed like tiny stars scattered on the road, cars moved slowly like fireflies, their headlights cutting through the darkness. Tall buildings stood proud, their windows lit in different colors, some warm, some cold, like lives happening all at once. The city looked alive, busy, and unaware that my world felt like it was falling apart.I rested my forehead lightly against the glass.Everything that had happened in the past few days replayed in my head like a bad movie I couldn’t pause. Eric. His mother. The drama. The lies. The shouting. The silence. And then Brooke.The thought of Brooke having a child for Eric clawed at my chest so hard I gasped. It felt like my heart was cracking slowly, piece by piece, and I might faint if I let the feeling grow any bigger

•Vera POV•I sniffled, trying hard to hold back my tears as I walked down the long corridor of the hospital. My chest felt tight, like something heavy was sitting on it. My footsteps echoed softly on the floor, but all I could hear was my own breathing and the loud beating of my heart.My mom hurried after me, her slippers making small slapping sounds. “Vera, can you please slow down?” she called out.I didn’t reply. I didn’t even turn. I just kept walking.My head couldn’t wrap itself around what had just happened. Everything played again and again in my mind, Brooke standing there like she owned the place, Mrs. Lawson’s voice sharp and cold, and Eric… lying on that bed, looking tired, angry, distant. It was obvious now. Brooke would always be around Eric. Always. And that thought broke something inside my chest completely.I finally stopped walking and took in a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down before I completely lost it.“What’s wrong with you?” my mom asked when she caugh