Semua Bab Regretting Divorce: Return of my heiress Ex-Wife: Bab 511 - Bab 520

T R I S T A NThe door slammed behind Ivan like a final blow to the gut.Silence swallowed the room, thick and charged with the fury he’d left behind. The scent of whiskey, takeout, and sweat hung in the air. My fists trembled at my sides, pulsing with rage. I stared at the space where he’d stood, s

“Get out,” I said, my voice a quiet fury. “Leave. Now.”He blinked. “Wait, what?”“You heard me,” I said. “Leave. This is done. This was your second chance, and you just threw it in the dirt.”He frowned, mouth parting like he was about to argue. But I wasn’t done. Not even close.“I gave you everyt

The final day of the hearing, when Tristan took the stand, it was like watching a stranger unravel.He was combative. Defensive. Sloppy. He tried to paint himself as the victim of a cruel mother who shut him out and poisoned his daughter’s mind. But under cross examination, it didn’t take long for h

I couldn’t stop staring.“You’re going to burn a hole in me,” she teased, glancing at me through the mirror.“Can’t help it,” I said, my voice hoarse.She stood then, unwrapping the towel from her body. I looked away out of instinct, respect, habit, nerves, but she laughed and tossed a pair of tight

E M I L YSix months later.The soft swell of violins filled the chapel air, and I blinked through a veil of tears as the double doors creaked open before me. My hand tightened around Mila’s tiny fingers, her giggle a spark of light in the stillness. She looked up at me with a beaming smile, radiant