All Chapters of After divorce, He regretted: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

 “So that’s it then.” Aaron’s tone made it clear—she was on her own. He wasn’t going to step in anymore.“NO!” Amelia snapped. “You can’t just walk away from this! If even you won’t help me, I’m done. The studio’s done!”She stormed up to his desk, planting both hands flat on the surface. Aaron looked up at her, calm as ever.“You saw your ex-husband on your way out, didn’t you?”Her blood turned to ice. Don’t tell me Noah came here just to throw me under the bus. Her heart thudded. She nodded slowly. “What did he say to you?”

 In the silent room, the only sound was the low hum of the AC. Sadie’s eyes were weighed down with exhaustion. “Let’s talk. Properly.”Aaron didn’t even flinch at her softened tone. His words were sharp as ever. “I’m done letting you dictate my life. I’m an adult. I can handle my own shit.”He turned his face away, not sparing her a single glance.Even with that cold dismissal, Sadie didn’t move. She just stared at Aaron’s profile — a face so much like the husband she lost. But what echoed louder in her mind than his features was the earlier accusation: that she had driven her husband to his death.She

 Emily gave Theo a light nudge, guessing that when he’d asked her what was wrong just now, his voice had been picked up over the phone—and that’s why Amelia had snapped and told her not to speak up.She knew Amelia was a full-blown psycho. Especially now—traveling all that way just to find Ruth? That meant Amelia wanted something, and she wasn’t going to back off until she got it.When Theo asked her again what was going on, Emily forced herself to act normal. “Nothing, really. Grandma suddenly said she was craving mangoes. Asked me to order the kind we got her last time.”He scanned her face like he was trying to read her mind, then said, “Alright. I’ll leave you two to chat. I gotta get back to the office, big meeting coming up.”

The peaceful countryside suddenly exploded with the sounds of guns cocking, engines revving, shouted curses, and a muffled cry of pain.“FUCK!” Amelia spat, whipping a furious glare at Emily. “You little bitch—you called the cops, didn’t you?! I knew you were up to something!”Rage burned in her eyes, but as she saw the cops closing in fast, she didn’t waste another second. She gunned her engine and took off.“SHIT!” the man behind Emily roared. In a panic, he bolted to dodge the oncoming officers. As he spun, his body slammed into Emily—hard—and that dull, pained grunt came from her as she was knocked to the ground.Her hands were still tightly bound behind her back, and the fall came out of nowhere. She hit the van’s floor with a sickening thud…By the time Theo got to her, she was curled up on the ground, barely moving. He tried to lift her, but one of the paramedics rushing in behind him stopped him. “Don’t move her—let us check first.”Theo could only kneel beside her, helpless,

Emily’s slap landed square on Amelia’s face, not off by a hair. She’d put everything she had into that hit—it cracked through the room like a whip.Amelia froze, stunned. Then came the explosion—an ear-piercing scream as she lost it completely. "YOU fucking bitch! You hit me?! How dare you! I’ll kill you!"She thrashed, trying to break free, lunging toward Emily like a rabid animal—but the two men holding her had been ordered to make sure the woman in that hospital bed didn’t suffer so much as a scratch. They didn’t let her move an inch.Emily stared her down coldly, “That was for the slap you gave me.”She hadn’t forgotten it—the moment Amelia struck her back at her grandmother’s house. That moment was burned into her memory. Emily wasn’t some saint. She believed in paying people back in full—personally.Amelia looked utterly shocked. She turned, about to call out for help—only to have her face jerked back again.Emily grabbed her chin, her grip like iron. Her eyes were full of hate