All Chapters of He Divorced Me, I Marry A Bigger Billionaire!: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Orrin’s POVLisa and I had barely stepped out of the elevator when the faint antiseptic scent of the hospital hit me harder than I expected. The corridor ahead was quiet except for the distant shuffle of nurses’ shoes and the soft beep of some machine in a nearby room.Lisa walked briskly ahead, glancing at the room numbers as we passed. My chest was tight the whole way, not from the walk but from what I was about to face. Aaliyah.My head was throbbing due to the surge of thoughts in and out. Is she okay? I wonder what happened, how it happened. But deep down, guilt clawed at me because it might just be because of me that she ended up here. Because of my foolishness and recklessness.But just maybe, I'll get a chance to explain everything. But that fragile hope sat uneasy in my gut, because what if she wouldn’t even look at me?When we reached the right door, Lisa hesitated just long enough for me to catch the flicker of apprehension in her eyes before she pushed it open.And that’s

Aaliyah’s POVBlackmail?For a moment, the word cut through everything else —the dull ache in my ribs, the throbbing at my temple that hadn’t stopped since the accident. My chest rose, and I found myself staring at him, my breath caught somewhere halfway out.“What did she blackmail you with?” My voice came out low but sharper than I meant, but I couldn’t help it.I had every right to know. After all the ways he’d torn my heart apart tonight. First with betrayal, now with this cryptic half-truth, I was owed the rest of the story.And if I’d be honest with myself, there was a part of me, a small, stubborn, foolish part, that wanted to believe there was something here worth salvaging.That what I saw in that hotel room wasn’t the whole truth.His eyes flickered.I saw the hesitation right away. The tiny pause. The almost-imperceptible way his Adam's apple moved as he swallowed.“Orrin.” I said his name like a demand. “What did she blackmail you with?”He opened his mouth, and I leaned

Aaliyah’s POVThe air in the hospital room felt thick and too heavy for the cool temperature the vents pushed out in a low hum. My pulse was still running too fast from everything that had happened. I sat at the edge of the bed, my hands clenched together in my lap, while Henry stood a few feet away, as though he was giving me space. But space no longer mattered that much now that I suspected him.As far as I can remember, Henry's company is still suffering from the damage I caused. It made more sense that this could be a revenge scheme.I needed answers and I needed them now.I turned my head slowly toward him, taking in the way he looked, immaculate as always in that annoyingly perfect tailored suit, hair swept back neatly, expression somewhere between wary and concerned. He was trying to read me. He’d always been good at that. But not anymore.“Was it you?” I asked, my voice low but bold enough to cut through the silence.His brow furrowed, lips parting in confusion. “Was… what m

Henry’s POVThe morning light felt brighter than usual. Not warm. Not gentle. Just piercing light.It streamed through the dining room window and fell directly on the stack of papers I’d left beside Aurora’s untouched breakfast. The ink on my name almost seemed to glare at me.Divorce.No more talking about it. No more threats. No more rehearsing how it would happen. Just… there. Finally. It felt like I was finally dropping off a heap of load off my back.I didn’t wait around to see if she’d notice it right away. The smell of the meal the new house help had prepared lingered in the air. It was something buttery and sweet, the kind of breakfast Aurora never cooked for herself. The irony wasn’t lost on me.I grabbed my keys and stepped outside, breathing in air that carried no trace of her perfume. For once, it felt clean.The drive to the address Aaliyah had texted me yesterday, felt longer than it probably was. I didn’t rush, but I didn’t exactly take my time either. When I finally

Orrin’s POVMy fingers were still tangled in her hair when I finally let go. The strands slipped through my hand, and Bridget stumbled a step forward, her balance off. She turned sharply, her face flushed red, her chest heaving with anger.Her hand came flying up, fingers outstretched, the intent clear—she wanted to slap me.I caught her wrist midair. My grip was firm but not cruel this time, though my eyes narrowed into hers.“You really have a habit of acting without thinking,” I muttered, my tone low and cutting.For a moment she froze, staring back at me like she couldn’t decide whether to scream or spit. Then she yanked her hand free, her lips curling into something between a snarl and a smirk.“You’ll regret this,” she hissed. “Every single bit of pain you’ve put me through, every word you’ve thrown at me… you’ll pay for it. And in the end, you’ll still be mine. You don’t see it now, but you will. You’ll come back to me.”I stood still, unmoved, watching her tantrum play out li