All Chapters of He Divorced Me, I Marry A Bigger Billionaire!: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Orrin’s POV Lisa slumped back against the bed the moment the words left my lips. Her face paled, her fingers tightening on the sheets like she was holding onto the last thread of reality. My eyes drifted past her, toward Aaliyah. She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t even moving. She just sat there, her eyes fixed somewhere past the wall, her body rigid, her face so empty it almost didn’t look like hers. I’d seen her cry before. I’d seen her laugh, I’d seen her furious, but this—this hollow expression, this lifelessness—made something in my chest crack. I swallowed hard and stood, the chair scraping against the floor. “I’m leaving,” I said, my voice low but firm. “I’m going to find Elias.” Lisa’s hand shot out, her fingers curling around mine before I could step away. Her grip was surprisingly strong. “What now?” Her voice broke. “Where are you even going to find him?” I turned my head toward Aaliyah again. Nothing. Not even a blink. The distance in her eyes scared me more th

Aaliyah’s POVI didn’t even know when the gasp left my lips. One moment, my breath was steady, the next it was lodged in my throat as if someone had wrapped both hands around my neck. My eyes blurred, tears gathering without my permission.My son.He was in Aurora’s arms. Sleeping, unaware, innocent.And Aurora… she stood there with that dirty little smirk on her face, proud of herself like she’d won the war. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach, a prayer bursting inside me before I could think.Please… please, God, save my son. Take me instead. Just don’t take him.Orrin moved forward instinctively, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw clenched. But Aurora’s voice cut through the air like a blade.“Don’t take another step if you know what’s good for you.”Her tone was dripping with venom, calm but commanding. And Orrin—he actually stopped.My chest tightened as my eyes flew back to my son. My son in her arms. Every second she held him was agony, like knives carving at my insides. I

Aaliyah’s POV I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and for a moment, I almost didn’t recognize the woman looking back at me.My eyes were swollen, guarded with dark circles that no amount of water or makeup could hide. My skin looked pale, tired, and drawn, like I hadn’t rested in weeks. Maybe I hadn’t. Sleep had stopped visiting me since that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Henry falling. I saw Aurora’s face twisted with hatred before she let go. I saw fire swallowing everything in our house and still remember how my heart almost burst out of my chest as I thought about Elias still sleeping while the fire came closer.My chest rose and fell shakily. I pressed my hand against the cool edge of a table, trying to steady myself.A soft creak came from the door, and when I turned, Mary stepped in. She was pushing Elias in his baby stroller. His tiny legs kicked happily, his chubby hands waving around as if the world hadn’t just almost shattered days ago.“Breakfast is read

Orrin’s POVI leaned back in my chair, watching Bridget carefully across the small table that had a bottle of wine and glass cups on them.I had just listened to her spill just enough to make Aaliyah finally stop seeing me as the villain. But I wasn’t going to stop there. I needed it all, every single piece of her confession.I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table. “I’m glad you still remember the truth,” my voice stayed calm though inside me, every nerve was tight. “Even though you actually tried to use the fake story against me despite knowing the truth.”Her face stiffened and she let out a small sigh, almost exasperated. “Why are you bringing that up now, Orrin? It’s not like I was serious. I only wanted you to come back to me.”I didn’t blink. “And since that didn’t work, you drugged me?”The bluntness in my tone must’ve startled her, because she frowned, shifting uncomfortably on her seat. Her fingers tapped lightly on the wine glass in front of her, her eyes no

Aaliyah’s POV At first I was shocked at what came out of my mouth. The words hung there, bold, like they’d jumped out without my permission. My cheeks burned hotter than the wine in my belly, and I blinked at him, my vision still a little swimmy from the alcohol. But it was true, every bit of it. The wetness between my thighs was real, warm and insistent, like my body had decided it wanted pleasure all on its own. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding, louder and harder, like it was trying to break free from my chest. And down there, my vagina clenched tight, aching with a hunger that felt like it had been starving for ages. That kiss on my forehead, so simple and sweet, had awakened it. The drunkenness made me bolder and looser, but the craving was mine. Orrin looked at me surprised, his grey eyes widening just a bit, but I could tell my words landed and sunk in. The longing I’d always caught in his gaze for a while now, had intensified. His lips curved into a smug smirk,