All Chapters of Divorcing Mr CEO : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The sky closed over the Blackwood mansion as night fell. Darkness wrapped the house like a heavy blanket. Inside, the chandeliers hung quiet and pale. The lamps gave soft pools of light. The room smelled faintly of old wood and warm tea. The night was calm, but it felt full of waiting.In the living room, the TV played an advertisement. Bright images moved across the screen. Serena sat on the couch with her son, Max.She scrolled her phone without really seeing it. While, Max had his tab in his hands. He was playing Subway Surfers and his fingers tapped fast.When Max won a level, he giggled and looked up at Serena with a face that was small and bold. “Mum,” he asked, his voice was curious and plain, “what happened to Uncle Damian’s wife?.... is it true she was attacked by someone”At that, Serena’s heart jumped. She looked at him and felt a sudden heat in her chest. The question came from him plainly, without thinking. He said things he did not always say. He sounded bold and worried

Serena walked along the hospital hallway like she was one of the nurses on duty. The smell of disinfectant filled the air. It was sharp, clean, and mixed with the faint scent of medicines. Her footsteps were soft and measured. Each time a doctor or nurse passed by, she bent her head slightly and gave a small bow, just enough to make herself look like she belonged there. She had carried out the first part of her plan perfectly. Now the second part had to be done without a single mistake. She needed a wheelchair to get Lira out of the ward. Lucky for her, she still remembered exactly where Lira’s ward was from the first day they had come to the hospital. That part would not be a problem. She kept walking gently, her steps blending with the quiet shuffle of nurses’ shoes on the polished floor. Doctors passed by carrying files. Patients moved slowly with drips attached to their arms. Serena lowered her head and passed them like a shadow. She knew she was close to the storeroom whe

Damian walked into the hospital ward with a face that looked deeply worried. His steps were slow, and his eyes carried the kind of fear only a man in love could feel. As he reached the door of Lira’s ward, he stopped and stared at the rose in his hand. It was a soft red rose, fresh and beautiful, just like her smile. He planned to place it beside her bed and whisper something sweet to her. With that, he imagined Lira's eyes fluttering open, and her lips curving into that warm, infectious smile that always melted his heart. But then, the thought of her still still being unconscious hit him, when will she ever wake up? After a deep breath, he reached for the handle and pushed the door open. The door creaked slightly, and the cool air of the room brushed against his face. Just then, he looked up and froze because Lira wasn’t there. The bed was empty, The sheets were folded halfway, as if someone had just left in a hurry. The sight hit him like a thunderbolt. For a few se

In a jiffy, Damian reached the grand entrance lift and rushed to where one of the security guards was wheeling Lira’s weak body. His chest tightened as he saw Lira's head tilt to the side. With that, he quickly knelt down in front of her and removed the small white cap covering her hair. The moment her pale face came into view, his eyes filled with worry and fear. “Lira…” he whispered shakily, touching her cheek. Her skin felt cold, and that made his hands tremble even more. He pulled her unconscious body close to his chest and hugged her tightly. For a few seconds, everything around him went quiet. His heartbeat was the only sound he could hear. Then he raised his head, his jaw tightening as he turned to the security guards standing behind him and his voice came out firm and harsh. “Search everywhere and get that nurse,” he ordered. “She must never escape.” “Yes, sir!” the guards chorused quickly and bowed before rushing into the lift. Afterward, Damian gently lowere

The air grew thick as Serena and Harold stared at each other. The silence between them was so heavy that Serena could almost hear her own heartbeat. Her chest rose and fell fast, and her palms were wet. She didn’t know what to do or say. Harold still stood by her shelves, holding the pack of injections in his hand, his eyes full of questions and anger. Then his voice came out, loud and deep. “What are you doing with all these injections?” he demanded, in a sharp tone with full of suspicion. Then, he threw the injections on the bed and began walking toward her. Each step he took made Serena’s heart stop for a second. Her hands started shaking, but she forced herself to act calm. She couldn’t let him see her fear. Before she could move, Harold reached her and pinned her against the wall. His hand went straight to her neck, pressing hard enough to make her gasp for air. His face was filled with anger. “Tell me what you’ve been hiding,” he shouted. “What are you using th