All Chapters of From Ex to In-law: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lorenzo Senior's point of viewThe room was quiet after Delia finished talking. The reporters were looking at the papers she had given them, their eyes wide as they read. I knew tomorrow's news would be all about us, but not the way these reporters had hoped.I fixed my tie and walked back to the microphone, standing tall like I always do. Cameras clicked as I leaned forward."Ladies and gentlemen," I said in a clear voice. "I think we've taken care of those false stories that were just brought up."Amelia, that stubborn reporter, raised her hand again. "Mr. Lorenzo, they may not have beentrue about the rape, but what about Raphael trying to kill Marcel? You haven't talked about that."I gave her a small smile. These reporters never quit."Ms. Amelia, you're very thorough." I pointed at Marcel, who was trying to hide in the back after Delia surprised everyone. "Maybe you should ask my grandson Marcel about what reallyhappened that day. I believe only the two brothers were there."Ma

Mrs Riley's POVI couldn't breathe. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly they ached, but I barely felt it. Victoria. After twenty years, that name shouldn't have the power to make my world collapse. But here I was, speeding down the highway in my Lexus, running from a ghost.In my rearview mirror, I could see junior's BMW a few cars back. Even from this distance, I knew what his face would look like—that stone mask he wore when he was trying to hide hisemotions. The same face he'd worn twenty years ago when we thought we'd solved our Victoria problem for good. Apparently, we hadn't.Further back, I caught glimpses of Marcel and Serena in their car—the one we'd given them as a pre-wedding present. They were probably talking about what happened at the conference,about Damien's dramatic entrance, about the name that made both Lorenzo and me freeze. Victoria. My son deserved better than to be dragged into this nightmare.I pressed harder on the gas, needing to get home, to ha

Mrs Riley's POVThe car eventually drove away, but the tension in our house stayed behind. "I'm going to bed," I told Lorenzo, my voice tired. "Are you coming?"He nodded, following me upstairs without a word. Each step felt heavy, like my legs were made of concrete.Our bedroom had always been our safe place. The one spot where we could be completely honest with each other. Tonight, though, the air felt thick and dangerous between us.I kicked off my shoes and sat on the edge of our bed. Lorenzo closed the door behind us, then just stood there, staring at me."What?" I asked, though I knew exactly what was coming."You lied to our children," he said. His voice was quiet but sharp. "You made up a whole new story."I started taking off my earrings, trying to look calm. "I did what needed to be done.""You told them I left Victoria for you!" Lorenzo's voice rose slightly. "That's not what happened, Riley. That's not even close to what happened.""Would you rather I tell them the truth?"

Diana’s POVWe were sitting in the living room, wine glasses in hand, but my mind wasn’t on the drink. Something about that press conference wouldn’t stop nagging at me.That name. Victoria.It had come out of nowhere, but the way Lorenzo Senior froze, and how Raphael’s whole face changed—it meant something. That man didn’t just say the name like it was a memory. Heshouted it like it was a warning.“Victoria,” I said aloud, mostly to myself. “Who is she?”I looked over at Raphael. He was staring out the window, barely blinking. His hand was still wrapped tightly around the wine bottle.“You knew her,” I said quietly, breaking the silence. “ Didn’t you?”He didn’t look at me. “ I didn’t. But my father did.” That hung in the air for a while. Heavy.“You didn’t look surprised when the man shouted her name,” I said after a beat.“ I was,” Raphael said, finally turning to me. “Just... not completely. That name—it’s like a ghost in this family. Something people whisper about, never explain

Victoria's POVI woke up with the sun hitting my face through curtains that hadn't been changed in thirty-five years. My old room felt like a time capsule—teenage posters still on the walls, books lined up just as I'd left them. For a second, I could almost pretend the last three decades hadn'thappened. Almost.I got up and dressed quickly in black pants and a dark blue blouse I'd packed. No point in lying around. I had work to do.The smell of coffee led me downstairs. Dad was already in the living room, reading a newspaper like he always used to. Some things never change."Morning," I said, making him jump a little. Still not used to seeing a ghost, I guess. "Victoria." He folded the paper and set it aside. "Did you sleep okay?"I nodded, taking the coffee cup he offered. "We need to talk more about Delia Rodriguez."Dad sighed, the lines on his face getting deeper. He looked tired, like he hadn't slept much. That made two of us."What do you want to know?" he asked. "Everything. W