All Chapters of Divorced: Ex-wife Heiress Strikes Back: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

DEVAN.I woke to the metallic taste of iron coating my tongue and something tacky and half-dried flaking against my cheek. For a moment, the world refused to settle into a single shape. The ceiling above me flickered like bad footage, the light bulging, stretching, and shrinking again. My heartbeat thudded so violently in my ears that I couldn’t tell where the pain ended and where my fear began.I sat up too fast and the room spun before my eyes. My skull felt split at the center; not from the fall alone, but from what clawed in my mind. I still felt that presence… that pressure. It had been scraping memories loose, shredding time until I couldn’t tell what belonged to yesterday and what belonged to some nightmare future.Every blink brought a different flash.I saw Clarissa’s face, wet with tears, her mouth forming words he couldn’t hear. I could see Marcus collapsing on the floor, his eyes already vacant. I saw Bruce’s mansion swallowed in shadows. I also saw Isabella screaming but

DEVAN.The night blurred around me the moment I stormed out of the station. The world outside was a smear of headlights, drifting fog, and neon reflections sliding across the windshield like broken memories. My lungs couldn’t decide if they wanted to breathe or collapse. My fingers locked around the steering wheel until my knuckles ached.I couldn’t unsee the footage. I replayed it in my mind again; a familiar figure standing alongside the Cloak’s soldiers, unmasked, calm, moving with purpose, and helping them. My mind kept clawing at the image, desperate to place the face, desperate to connect the dots. But every time I reached for the memory, my thoughts splintered like shattering glass. A wave of pain split my skull open behind my right eye sharp and vicious, my vision flashing white. I slammed my palm against the dashboard, but it didn’t stop the throbbing.My memory had never behaved like this. I wasn’t confused, no. The memori

BRUCE.The threat had left my mouth as sharp as a blade, and Clarissa’s silence afterward felt like the perfect confirmation of its edge. She stood in the doorway unmoving, her eyes wide with the kind of stillness only fear could carve into a person. I allowed myself a moment to savor the tension; the proof that she still broke the same way she always had, even if she now pretended to be made of stronger material.I left her frozen there and walked away with the slow, measured grace of someone who believed the house still bowed to his authority. Each step down the staircase felt like stepping back into the past; the era when every brick, every chandelier, every breath inside these walls belonged to me, the times when control was simple and absolute. Of course, that era had rotted from the inside long before anyone realized, way long before even I did.I reached the landing, and just as I lifted my foot to step off it, the mansion erupted. The alarm ripped

MARCUS.I resurfaced slowly, as if dragged upward through thick, freezing water. I regained consciousness slowly, like it came crawling to me. My eyelids were too heavy, my throat too dry, and my body wrong. Everything inside me felt rearranged, like someone had opened me up and stitched me back together without caring where anything belonged.When I tried to move, the answering rattle of chains cut through the room. I looked down and my eyes settled on the restraints, cold metal circling both my wrists, tight enough to pinch. When I tugged again, weakly and clumsily, the straps dug deeper, biting bone. My legs were held too, but with a looser slack that mocked the idea of freedom. Whoever tied me down didn’t fear him escaping; they feared the possibility of my trying.I blinked hard until the room finally came into view. I was held in a place that looked more like some forgotten office turned into a waiting room for misery than a cell. The walls were beig

DEVAN.I moved on pure; fast, reckless, and violent in a way I hadn’t felt in years. My body reacted before my mind did, every instinct sharpened to a single demand: survive. A guard lunged at me but I ducked beneath the swinging arm, felt fabric brush my cheek, then drove an elbow up and into the man’s ribs. Something cracked, and the man folded with a wheeze.Another grabbed me from behind. I twisted, seized the collar, and slammed the guard into the metal railing so hard the sound rang through the room. Boots pounded, then a third guard rushed me. I barely had time to react before someone collided with my side.Isabella.I felt her hit the ground before I even realized my arm had swung wide and knocked her over. I didn’t have time to regret it, not with shouts bouncing off the walls like ricochets, not with the metallic clang of more boots closing in, and certainly not with the entire room vibrating with alarm. By the time the last gu