All Chapters of He Divorced Me, I Marry A Bigger Billionaire!: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Aaliyah’s POVAnnabelle’s words replayed in my head long after she apologized and followed Mary like nothing had happened. “He looks like my late son”, Late son? The words had hit me like a rock, but the casual way she dropped them and then brushed them off unsettled me even more.I kissed Elias’s forehead, breathing in his warm, baby scent, as if it could erase the uneasiness that settled in my chest. He giggled. I pressed my cheek against his tiny head and whispered, “You’re safe with me, baby.”As I walked upstairs, my thoughts circled restlessly. She had a late son? Did that mean she lost a child before? Was that why she reacted the way she did with Elias? And that slip earlier about Orrin too… did she once have a family she lost? Or was she just trying to worm her way into my good graces with sob stories?I sighed and rubbed my temple. “Whatever,” I muttered under my breath. “I just hope she doesn’t cause me any trouble.”Later that evening, after Elias had fallen asleep in

Aaliyah’s POV The moment I stepped through the opened doorway, I felt the air inside get cooler than outside. The walls smelled of damp and dust, but what struck me most wasn’t the silence; it was the sound that grew in my head. Children’s voices.Their laughter echoed around me. Tiny feet pattered across the floorboards. I froze, swallowing hard as I blinked against the shadows. The building was empty, I knew it was, but I could hear them. Dozens of children running, playing, calling out each other’s names.And then… I saw us.Me and Aurora, smaller versions of ourselves, sitting in the far corner on a night when we had been denied food. My stomach twisted. The matron had punished us both because Aurora had caused trouble earlier in the day, and as her twin, I was guilty by association.We sat there, starving. My hands were on my knees and silent tears rolled down my cheeks. But Aurora—oh, Aurora never stayed quiet. She had stood, fists balled, shouting for food until her voice cra

Aaliyah’s POV The gun sat heavy in her hand, its barrel pointed at me like a cruel joke. My chest rose and fell quickly, my heart beating so loud that it echoed in my ears. I forced myself to lift my chin.“What kind of sick game is this?” My voice cracked, but I managed to keep my gaze on her.Her smile twisted. “It’s not a game. I’m being serious. Either you shoot me, or I fucking kill you, then kill myself. Your choice, sister.”I blinked at her, unable to wrap my head around her words. “What?”“You heard me,” she pressed. “There are only two ways this ends. One; you shoot me in the head, or two; I shoot you first, and then myself. At least that way, we both die here together. I can live with either.”My stomach clenched, nausea creeping up my throat. I stared at her, my lips parting in disbelief. She wasn’t bluffing. The glint in her eyes, the steadiness in her tone, the way her finger caressed the trigger; it all screamed that she meant it.“You’re insane,” I whispered.She t

Aaliyah’s POVI pressed the phone tighter against my cheek, my body tensing.“What do you mean by that?”On the other end, he cleared his throat. “Mrs. Hayes, before I explain, I need to ask… how do you know this woman, Annabelle?”I shut my eyes briefly. The memory of that day rushed forward. The car against her frail figure, her body tumbling to the ground and the fear on her face when we carried her into the car. Orrin insisted she wasn’t hit. But I insisted we couldn’t leave her on the road.I swallowed hard. “We… we ran into her with our car. Or rather, she ran into us. Orrin swore he didn’t touch her but she collapsed right in front of us. We took her to the hospital and later found out she had nowhere to go, no family close by. So I let her stay with us… just for a few days.”The silence that followed stretched for long.Finally, the officer spoke again. His voice was lower this time. “We ran some background checks on both your husband and the young woman. And we discovered s

Aaliyah’s POVThe sound of the gavel still echoed in my head long after I left the courtroom. Aurora’s words lingered even louder and more painful. My knuckles tightened around the steering wheel as I dropped into my car. I was so tired. Tired of chasing dead ends. Tired of holding back tears. Tired of walking into police stations only to hear the same words again and again: “No new updates.”I slipped the keys into the ignition, but instead of starting the car right away, I let my forehead rest on the wheel. My chest heaved with a sigh that carried weeks of exhaustion. When will this end? When will I finally hear his voice again, feel his arms around me?Slowly, my hand came up and rested on my stomach. My baby. Orrin’s baby. At least there was still one reason I had to keep going. There was still hope.I finally lifted my head, blinked back the tears threatening to spill, and started the car. I meant to head to the station, to ask for an update for what felt like the thousandth