All Chapters of His Tears, My Freedom : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Aurelia’s POVWow. Everything just seems to be working out so well for me.I stand at a distance, watching the chaos unfold before my eyes, a quiet thrill spreading through my chest. The women came just as planned—to corner Lila and force her out. But the real surprise, the one piece I never even thought of, is right there in front of me. Liam.And he isn’t just here to talk. He’s here to take Lila back with him.I can’t help the satisfied hum that slips past my lips. If I had known bringing Liam again into the picture would make things this easy, I would have opted for it instead of wasting time trying to destroy Lila’s precious reputation—the one thing she guards like it’s her crown jewel. She’s always been so easily shaken by people’s whispers—terrified of eyes turning her way, of crowds gathering just to talk about her. That’s always been her weakness. And now, standing there in the middle of it all, surrounded by murmurs and judgmental stares, she looks exactly like the fragile l

Claudia’s POVIf Liam thinks he can just brush me aside, return to that gutter rat of a wife, then he’s joking. Completely joking. I refuse to be the woman who lets that happen.I shove open the front door of his house with all the force I can muster. The door slams against the wall with a deafening crash that echoes like a gunshot through the quiet house. My heart hammers in my chest, but the thrill of taking control surges through me.Liam and Lila both turn instantly, their faces stiff with shock, their eyes locking onto mine in an unspoken clash of tension. I feel the familiar voice of Aurelia flash in my mind, sharp and commanding: Then find a way to get back with Liam and do away with Lila for good.I scream inwardly, furious. That sly woman! She’s left me to deal with this mess because she finally got what she wanted, right? I scoff at the thought, disgust curling in my chest.I glance between them, eyes settling on Lila as she slowly rises from where she’s crouched. The confus

Lior’s POVThe hospital smells of antiseptic and panic. I can feel Lila’s hand trembling in mine as we rush through the sliding doors, her breaths shallow and uneven. The corridor is bright, too bright, the kind that makes fear look sharper.Lila pulls her hand free and runs ahead before I can stop her. Her steps falter when she spots the operating room, where Liam stands rigid against the wall, his eyes distant, his knuckles white.“How’s she? How’s the baby?” Lila’s voice cracks as she speaks. “I hope nothing’s wrong?” The desperation in her tone slices through the cold air, a trembling plea that makes even the passing nurses slow for a second.The doors to the operating room slide open with a heavy mechanical sound. A doctor steps out, her expression shadowed with worry, the kind that sinks into your gut before she even says a word.Liam moves toward her quickly, almost stumbling. “What’s going on, Doctor? Is Claudia okay now?” His voice is tight, breathless, a mix of fear and guilt

Claudia’s POVHer voice rings low and deep through the room.“I did exactly what you asked me to.”A chill of satisfaction runs through me, slow and delicious, spreading from the base of my spine up to my chest. I lift my head, meeting the steady gaze of Dr. Isla Davenport — the only person who’s truly known me for years. She’s not just my doctor; she’s my oldest friend, the one who has seen me through every secret, every lie, every carefully laid plan long before I ever stepped into Liam’s world.For a second, a memory flashes — the plan we made back then. How we worked together to make sure Lila lost her baby, to make it look like it was Liam’s choice. We wanted her to hate him enough to leave. And it almost worked… until Liam complicated everything by canceling the divorce, forcing me to play this game all over again.I sigh softly at the thought, the weight of it pressing down my chest.“Do you think you got him convinced enough this time?” I ask, my tone low, curious, maybe a bit

Lila’s POVIt’s a new day. A fresh start.The kind that feels like a soft exhale after a stormy night.I tell myself today is for forgetting. Forgetting everything that happened over the weekend, and believing—just for a second—that it’s all over. That maybe this week will be different. That maybe peace is waiting somewhere ahead.But as I walk through the glass doors of the building beside Lior, that fragile hope starts to flicker. I can feel it—the weight of eyes on me. The whisper of gazes that follow in silence. The air thickens, charged with something unspoken.It’s in the way the receptionist’s smile falters for a second before she remembers herself. The way a few employees at the far end lean closer to each other, pretending to be busy, but their eyes dart back to me like magnets. It’s subtle, but impossible to miss. Their whispers are hushed, yet they seem to echo louder in my mind, pulling at the edges of my calm.I keep walking, the sound of my shoes echoing faintly against