All Chapters of Divorce Countdown: She's Suddenly Falling For Me?: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Logan's clenched fist tightened, then loosened again. Lately, he found himself unable to make sense of anything Vivian did. He'd thought that after she divorced him and cast him aside, she'd settle down and live peacefully with Julian. But the reality turned out to be far from that. Somehow, they kept getting entangled without reason, and each time it ended in Vivian's hysterics or bitter quarrels. It was becoming clear: if he didn't leave for Marlon City soon, he'd never find peace. Staying any longer would only mean endless turmoil. Every time he made up his mind to move on and start a new life, Vivian would appear, like a reminder from fate. A single gesture, a careless word, and the woman he once loved would shake him in ways he couldn't fully suppress. Even if the love was long gone, she still had the power to ruin his peace of mind. "Well? Cat got your tongue?" Vivian's voice broke in, sharp with irritation. She didn't even notice how much his expression had chang

Logan let out a bitter laugh. "Right. In Vivian's eyes, I've always been just a dispensable stand-in. Even after our divorce, she still treats me like I belong to her. She has never once respected me as my own person." Only then did Sophie finally breathe a sigh of relief. She smiled. "That's all I needed to hear. I can accept it if you don't like me, but I absolutely cannot accept the idea of you and that woman having any future together." Logan returned a faint smile, saying nothing more. Once they had composed themselves, the two stepped outside. All around, curious and speculative eyes followed their every move. From the beginning, Logan met them with an icy glare, sharp enough to stop the gossip in its tracks, especially those who might drag Sophie into the rumor mill. Sophie took a small step back and, when Logan wasn't looking, turned to Henry and gave him a pitiful, teary-eyed look. Seeing that his daughter had failed to win the man she liked, Henry sighed and patte

Logan felt suffocated. What had he done to deserve this? He was already divorced from Vivian, and yet she still refused to let him go. Again and again, she used underhanded threats—now even dragging his mother into it, treating her like a bargaining chip to force him into submission. A bitter laugh slipped from his lips as he turned to Vivian, eyes frosted with disdain. "Your reaction to me being with Sophie is awfully intense. Don't tell me... you're jealous? Do you have feelings for me?" Vivian froze, then immediately snapped, "Shut up! Why would I like you? You—" Before she could finish, Logan cut in. "If you don't like me, why do you care who I'm with?" Vivian stared at him, momentarily speechless. Logan arched a brow. "Or are you just too stubborn to admit it?" With a sudden motion, he yanked her toward him, gripping her chin. Seeing her dazed and flustered expression only made his anger rise. She rejected him—pushed him away again and again—but still refused t

Vivian had no choice but to stop. Julian smiled and asked, "Where were you going?" She was clearly upset. With a hint of irritation in her voice, Vivian snapped, "Were you trying to imply something just now? What do you mean by ‘you wore me out last night'? We were out socializing, that's all. The way you said it made it sound like something happened between us!" Her temper flared out of nowhere, and she didn't even stop to question where the anger was coming from. Julian looked at her, stunned. "Even if what I said carried some implications, so what? We're engaged. Being intimate is perfectly normal." He lowered his eyes and added, almost pitifully, "Or, perhaps… you don't want Logan to get the wrong idea?" Vivian opened her mouth, but no words came out. Julian stared at her, his mood souring by the second. "So that's what's bothering you?" It took Vivian a long moment to collect herself. A strange tightness gripped her chest. What was wrong with her? Why did L

Vivian's gaze turned cold, her lips parting as if the words were difficult to say. Julian stared at her, his lips tightly pressed together, looking pitiful and wounded, but he didn't back down. After a long moment, Vivian finally closed her eyes. "So what if I posted your dating profile online?" she said through gritted teeth. "I just can't stand the thought of someone like you—a divorced man, someone who used to be my pathetic little lapdog—ending up with someone like Miss Miller. "You belong with some divorced woman, barely scraping by. Don't even think about climbing the social ladder again by marrying rich. You're not worthy." As the words left her mouth, a sheen of cold sweat broke out on her palms. Logan's grip tightened around his phone. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. That Vivian—of all people—could say something so cruel. He clenched his jaw. "Vivian, you know better than anyone why I married you. First, for my mother's illness. Second, because I genuin