All Chapters of Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

IslaI told Rolin I was heading to see Jane.He didn’t ask questions—just nodded with that unreadable look of his. We told Grandma we were stepping out, and as we walked toward the driveway, he glanced at my car and smirked.“Your car taste hasn’t changed,” he said, like it was some inside joke.“It’s called loyalty,” I replied, sliding into the seat like I owned the world.When I pulled up outside Alex’s house, I rolled my eyes. The place looked smaller—uglier—now that I wasn’t trapped in it. I stared at the driveway and made a silent promise: I’m taking it all back.I bought this house. And like a fool, I signed it over to him. That ends today.I walked in with the confidence of a woman who knew her worth—and the weight of the potted plant I’d grabbed randomly from a roadside shop, just for cover.Jane opened the door like she’d been waiting to smile her way out of a scandal. I didn’t even glance at her. Inside, Alex sat on the couch like a smug prince, champagne glasses already wai

Isla “I know you’re in there, Isla. Open up—let me help you.” Alex. Another knock. Louder this time. I looked up at Rolin, still floating in the aftermath of everything we’d just done. His whole vibe shifted—hard and cold, instantly on guard. Without saying a word, he pulled me closer, tucking my head against his chest like I was something breakable. I felt him tense as he reached past me and cracked the window open. Barely enough to see inside, but just enough for Alex to catch a glimpse of what we were doing— two bodies wrapped together. I heard him suck in a breath. “Uh…” Alex fumbled. “Sorry, I… thought you were someone else. Wrong car… you can continue… don’t mind me.” His nervous laugh died in the air—right as a low moan slipped from my lips. I didn’t plan it. Couldn’t stop it. My body was still burning, still chasing after every bit of Rolin, and the fact that Alex was standing right there? God help me, it only made it worse. Rolin didn’t miss a beat. Just hummed, slow

Isla I stepped out of my leisure room, brushing invisible dust off my fingers, ready to head back to our bedroom—when the study door creaked open. Rolin and his father emerged, both looking carved from stone. I offered his father a polite nod, swallowing the bitterness still coating my tongue from earlier. He didn’t even glance at me. Just walked past like I was air. No, less than air. At least air has presence. Rolin gave me a small smile, the kind that said I’m sorry. I turned my face away. I didn’t owe him softness tonight. I reached our room, closed the door gently, then let my back slide down against it like a broken hinge. My body folded into itself as my lungs tried to remember how to breathe. And then—quiet, painful sobs spilled out. They came in waves, crashing against the inside of my chest until I couldn’t tell where the ache ended and I began. I don’t know how long I sat there like that. Eventually, I dragged myself to the bathroom, splashing cold wat

RolinI stood there for a while—just breathing.Or trying to.The room felt like it was closing in on me, every second louder than the last, every breath heavier. Her words still echoed in my skull like gunshots. I didn’t know what kind of pain this was—it didn’t have a name. It wasn’t rage. It wasn’t heartbreak. It was something darker.And then I moved.I didn’t even remember walking over to the shelf where I kept my keys, but there I was—grabbing one of the fobs without checking which car it belonged to. My hands moved on their own, like they were running from the rest of me.Seconds later, I was behind the wheel of my Ferrari, the engine screaming as I tore down the street like a man with no brakes and no reason to stop.I didn’t know where I was going.But I knew where I couldn’t be—not in that house. Not under the same roof as her. Not after what she said.The roads blurred under me until I found myself in front of my usual place—private club, no press, no noise. Just cold drink

IslaThe doctor’s mouth moved, but for a second, I couldn’t hear a thing.Then the words hit me.“There was damage—close to the frontal lobe. His brain… shut down momentarily. He’s in a coma.”The floor might as well have collapsed under me.“But that’s not all,” he added, like the universe hadn’t already taken enough. “If he wakes up—there’s a chance he might suffer partial memory loss.”I gasped. A soundless, sharp inhale like my lungs were too scared to function.Still, I nodded. “Okay,” I whispered, rising to my feet. My knees buckled, swaying under the weight of the truth, and the doctor stood to steady me, concern etched into every line on his face.“I’m fine,” I lied.I gave him a stiff, polite nod and walked out, feeling like I was moving through water. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I followed the fluorescent-lit hallways to the VIP ward.When I stepped into the room, there he was—Rolin.Pale. Still. Like death was flirting with him but hadn’t yet kissed him.I sat down b