All Chapters of Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

FREDA.The holding cell I was in had no windows, no clocks and no single sense of time. All I could hear was just the slow hum of fluorescent buzzing above me like an insect I couldn't reach out to kill.I didn’t know how long I had been here. My sense of time frayed at the edges until the only thing grounding me was the memories of that moment the Cloak appeared behind me like a shadow that had grown teeth, of how he grabbed meow the world, of how the world tilted into darkness.I squeezed my eyes shut.Breathe, Freda. Don't break.I had repeated those words so many times they no longer sounded like my own voice.Every question I had asked since my arrival here had been met with the same emotionless reply from the guards:"Wait."What was I supposed to wait for? To break? To confess to something I didn’t understand?I leaned my head against the cement wall. It was cold, almost numbing, and for a moment, I wished it would erase my thoughts. Then suddenly, I heard the sound of movement

ISABELLA.I had lost count of how many times I had woken up on cold metal. Time didn’t exist inside the maze, at least not the way it used to. Minutes didn’t feel like minutes, hours didn’t feel like hours. Everything blurred into one long stretch of existence where the only markers of time were the moments I failed after every attempt I made to find the exit. And I failed often.Every time I collapsed, every time I missed a turn, and every time panic stole my breath, the walls would hum, the lights would flicker, and the entire maze would fold back into its starting shape, resetting like it was reopening its jaws to swallow me again. And then the recordings of my own voice would blast through the speakers, bleeding into every corner until I could no longer tell which thoughts were mine anymore.At first, I had screamed at the speakers, thrown myself at the walls, and cursed until my throat got sore, but the maze didn’t respond. It didn’t care. My voice dried out long before my hope d

CLARISSA.For a moment, I let myself forget the world. I allowed myself to forget everything else: the investigations, the documents that had shattered my entire reality, the Cloak, my father, and the cold terror chewing holes in my ribs every night. Devan’s mouth was on mine, warm and grounding, and I melted into the kiss as if my body had been waiting for it longer than I could admit. His hands framed my face with the same gentleness I used to trust. His breath mixed with mine, and I felt my heart stutter against my ribs, starving for something solid, something human, something that wasn’t built from fear.He lifted me effortlessly, settling me back onto the bed, our limbs tangling as though nothing had ever broken between us. The sheets rustled beneath us, the lamp casting its soft golden glow across our bodies. He kissed me deeper, slower, as if trying to relearn my mouth’s pattern with his tongue.But something was off.I noticed it

BRUCE.I barely remembered the drive out of the industrial district, the only memory in my head being the burning in my ribs, the taste of fear in my mouth, and Isabella’s weight slumped against me in the passenger seat. I drove like the devil was riding the roof. Maybe he was. The city felt wrong tonight, too quiet and too expectant, as if every alley and rooftop held its breath waiting for something to snap.By the time I reached the outskirts, my vision was blurring. The neon signs of a rundown clinic flickered in and out like a dying pulse. I carried Isabella inside, lying to the nurse with a voice that barely sounded like his own.“She’s my sister,” I said, lying with an ease that surprised even me. “She collapsed. Just—help her.”The nurse didn’t ask questions. Good. God knows I couldn’t survive questions right now.I booked us both under fake names and let the staff assume the worst&mdash

DEVAN.I honestly couldn’t remember how I got here. The last clear image stamped into my memory was the cold, unforgiving floor of my prison cell, the slick metallic tang of blood in the air, the echo of distant screams, the sound of my own breathing growing faint. I remembered the ceiling flickering with faulty lights. I remembered someone shouting. Then a sharp, stabbing pain in the base of his skull.And then nothing. I couldn't remember anything else but just darkness, and now he was standing free in Clarissa’s home.Except that I didn’t feel free. I felt displaced, uprooted, as if someone had ripped out entire chunks of my memory and stitched the remainder back together with shaky hands. My limbs felt heavier, my senses too sharp, and my instincts now felt too fast as though something inside me had been rewired during those hours I couldn’t account for.If there was anything I knew for certain, it was that the Clo