All Chapters of I Want A Divorce: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

VIVIENNEMy phone lit up with Lucas's name at 2:40 AM.Right on schedule.I let it ring twice before answering, my voice perfectly calibrated to sound sleepy and surprised."Lucas? Is everything okay? It's so late.""Vivienne! Sorry to wake you, but I had to tell you—Darius just texted me. He wants to meet tomorrow." Lucas's voice practically vibrated with excitement. "The plan is working. He saw the photos."I settled back against my silk pillows, a smile curving my lips. "That's wonderful news. I knew you could pull it off.""The look on his face tomorrow is going to be priceless." Lucas laughed, the sound sharp and pleased. "I'm finally going to expose that gold digger for what she really is. Show Darius that his perfect little wife has been playing him this whole time."Perfect little wife. The words made something hot and vicious twist in my chest.Sera had never been perfect. She'd been convenient. Available. A placeholder for the real thing—for what Darius and I should have bee

DARIUSThe bar was dim and quiet for a Tuesday afternoon. I sat in a corner booth, nursing a whiskey I hadn't touched, watching the door.Lucas arrived exactly at two o'clock, all casual confidence in an expensive suit. He slid into the seat across from me, waving down a waiter."Darius. Thanks for meeting me." His smile didn't reach his eyes. "I know this must be difficult," He settled in his seat and faced me.My eyes narrowed, I had no time for small talk, not when I've on edge for the past few hours. "You said you had information about my wife." I kept my voice level, controlled. "So talk," I urged, my impatience bleeding into my tone as my fingers drummed endlessly against the glass in my grasp. "Right to business. I respect that." Lucas ordered a scotch, then leaned back against the leather booth. "Look, I debated whether to tell you at all. Wasn't sure if it was my place," His eyes darted around the bar, as though he was contemplating whether to look me in the eyes or not. "

SERA My head felt like it was splitting open. I blinked against the morning light filtering through my bedroom curtains. My bedroom. But I wasn't supposed to be here. I sat up slowly, the room tilting sideways. My mouth was dry as sand, my tongue thick and heavy. Everything hurt—my head, my muscles, even my eyes. Where was I supposed to be? The meeting. Johnson. The hotel conference room with the strange drinks. How did I get home? I pressed my hands to my temples, trying to force my brain to work. The last thing I remembered was talking to Johnson about contracts. About Daniel Morrison and the film project. About— Everything after that was blank. Just empty space where memories should have been. I looked down at myself. I was wearing pajamas. My favorite ones with the small flowers. But I didn't remember changing into them. Didn't remember driving home or walking upstairs or anything. Panic started building in my chest. I swung my legs out of bed too fast. The

SERAI grabbed my bag from the closet and started throwing things inside.Clothes. I needed clothes. My hands shook as I pulled items from drawers without looking at what I grabbed. A sweater. Jeans. Something that might have been pajamas. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except getting to Luna.My phone sat on the nightstand, screen lighting up over and over with notifications I'd been ignoring while Darius accused me of destroying our marriage.I snatched it up and scrolled through the alerts.Fifteen missed calls from Johnson. Twenty-three text messages.(Sera, where are you?) )Something's happened. Call me immediately.) (My company is under attack. Contracts being canceled. Investors pulling out.) (Please call me back. I need to know you're okay.) (Sera, answer your phone.) A chill ran down my spine and I let out a shuddering breath I did not realize I was holding in. I looked at the closed bedroom door, thinking of Darius downstairs. Of the cold rage in his voice when he'

DARIUSMy phone buzzed on the desk.Martin's name flashed on the screen. I'd sent him to monitor the airports, a precaution I told myself was necessary, not paranoid. Just in case Sera was really trying to leave before we'd resolved anything.I picked up on the second ring. "What is it?""Sir, your wife just boarded a flight." Martin's voice was carefully neutral. "United Airlines, flight 847 to New York. Departed six minutes ago."The words reached my ears but my brain couldn't process them at first."Say that again.""Mrs. Blackwood is on a plane to New York. I confirmed with my contact at the airport. She checked in alone, one small bag, purchased the ticket less than two hours ago."The phone felt heavy in my hand. Too heavy. Like it weighed a thousand pounds."Sir? Are there any other instructions?"She left. Sera actually left.I'd given her an ultimatum—choose me or Johnson. Choose our family or whatever she had with him.And she'd chosen him. Without hesitation. Without even t