All Chapters of I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER 81 — THE TRUTH BLEEDS OUTMAYA’S POVI turned at the creak of the door, my body stiffening before my eyes even registered the figure in the doorway. Rico.Of course it was him. Standing in the doorway like he had every right to show up after disappearing for days. Like he wasn’t the soul I’d been cursing every night.My eyes rolled before I could stop them, dragging heaven and earth in one sweep. I sent a prayer to the ceiling, to God, to the universe, to anyone who’d listen: Why him? Why now? I just hissed and turned back to Marvin.“You’ve got some nerve showing up here,” I snapped, not even bothering to hide the acid in my tone.Rico didn’t flinch. Not the way I wanted him to. God, that made me more angry. He just shoved his hands into his pockets and exhaled like a sinner walking into church. “Yeah… I know. You have every reason to be angry.”"Every reason?” I barked out a laugh, the kind of laugh that cuts your own throat on the way out. “Rico, I was almost unalived beca

CHAPTER 83 — NEWSFLASH: I’M IN PIECES MAYA’S POVRico left with the orders... his own, mine, God’s, I didn’t care which... but I know he has to follow Larry, hunt him... watch him, breathe down his neck, and trace his shadow until he choked on his own lies.The door clicked shut, and the room seemed to swallow me whole. It was just me and Marvin again. Just me and the steady beeping... my fucking new roommate... that had the audacity to remind me he was alive but not really here. Alive enough to break my heart, silent enough to make me question my sanity.I pressed my palm against my chest, trying to keep the world from caving in. Larry! The man who once slid a ring on my finger with hands that shook like I was the best thing he’d ever touched... now the same hands pulling triggers, aiming at my brother. I wanted to scream. I wanted to collapse right here on the sterile floor, rip my lungs out of my chest and show the world what heartbreak looks like. But the cruelest part? I couldn

CHAPTER 85 – THE LEGACY I DIDN'T ASK FOR MAYA’S POVSo apparently my life had now turned into some action movie I never bought a ticket for. And standing in front of me was Exhibit A: Xves.Yes, Xves. With an X. Like his parents woke up one morning and thought, “Hmm, let’s give our son a name that sounds like a secret password.”I tilted my head, as I stared at him for a bit. His face? Zero emotions. His stance? Stiff enough to pass airport security on posture alone. His vibe? FBI’s Most Wanted meets Calvin Klein model.“Bodyguard?” I repeated, slow, like the word itself needed subtitles.Damian didn’t even blink. “Yes.”“Oh, perfect. Just what I needed. Another stranger watching me breathe.” I rolled my eyes.Xves’s gaze slid to me, assessing me like I was already some assignment file he’d memorized. And then, because apparently the universe enjoys making me uncomfortable, he actually spoke.“You talk a lot.” His voice was deep. Not sexy deep. Scary deep. Like the kind that could n

CHAPTER 87 – THE FAMILIAR BREW MAYA’S POVIt had been days since the boardroom fiasco, and I swear Xves had stapled himself to my life... like a personal shadow. Not the fun kind you can outrun when the sun sets... no, this was the tall, broody, military-grade, never-blinking kind that doesn’t need sleep, food, or maybe even oxygen.The man didn’t just “guard.” He patrolled my existence.Like when I tripped over the rug in the living room? Boom. His arm shot out before my face could kiss the hardwood. Yesterday, I almost tripped over Marvin’s hospital flowers. Xves caught me and the vase before they hit the ground. Didn’t even blink. When I was about to step into the shower with socks still on? Okay, fine, he wasn’t in that room, but I swear he knew.“Do you ever… turn off?” I had asked him once. His only response was a blink. Just one. I think it was supposed to mean something like nope, nice try, princess.I could sneeze, and somehow he’d appear out of thin air with a tissue.I cou

CHAPTER 89 – SPOILER ALERT: MAYHEM MAYA’S POVMorning came too early.The kind of early that feels personal, like the sun rose just to spite you. My alarm had screamed three separate times already, and each time I smacked the snooze button with the passion of a woman who wanted to pretend she didn’t have a kingdom of pussies... sorry, businessmen... to deal with today.I lay flat, staring at the ceiling as though it owed me answers for every mess in my life. Spoiler alert: it didn’t.Today wasn’t just another morning. Today was the day I was supposed to walk into Marvin’s empire, sit in his chair, and pretend like I had the faintest clue what I was doing.Spoiler alert number two: I didn’t.Dragging myself out of bed was like dragging a corpse, and unfortunately, that corpse was me. My body screamed at every movement, but I shuffled to the bathroom anyway. Quick shower, faster brush... because apparently adulthood means smelling decent is half the battle.Then came the hardest part: