All Chapters of Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO!: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The cold water from the shower that had been pouring down for the last thirty minutes did nothing to wash away the filthy feeling clinging to Amora’s skin. She sat curled up on the bathroom floor of the luxury hotel where Maverick had brought her the night before. Her knees were pulled tightly against her chest, hiding her swollen face between them.“Bastard… damn bastard…” Amora cursed under her breath. Her voice was hoarse, competing with the sound of water splashing against the porcelain floor.Every inch of her body ached, becoming silent proof of how Maverick had treated her last night. The memory replayed uncontrollably in her mind, fueling the hatred building inside her until it became suffocating.Last night, the moment they arrived at this penthouse suite, Maverick had not given her even a second to breathe. He attacked her aggressively, grabbing and roaming over Amora’s body mercilessly. Amora had used every bit of strength she had left—hitting, kicking, and scratching—just

Night had completely fallen over Maverick’s luxurious mansion, yet for Amora, the darkness felt as though it were crawling into her lungs, suffocating her from the inside. She sat silently at the edge of the king-sized bed covered in cold silk sheets. On the bedside table, the tray of food the servants had delivered two hours earlier remained untouched, even the steam long gone.Amora glanced at her reflection in the large mirror before her. She was wearing a white satin lingerie set with a low-cut design, covered only by a thin robe that barely reached halfway down her thighs. The outfit was both a “shield” and bait. Hidden behind her back was a small silver-handled dagger she had stolen from the kitchen while the servants had been busy preparing dinner earlier.Just one stab, Amora. Only one, and you’ll be free.BANG!The bedroom door burst open without a knock. Amora flinched, but she quickly forced her expression back into a calm mask. Maverick stepped inside with an aura that ins

Doctor Yanuar’s footsteps echoed hurriedly along the silent second-floor corridor. Behind him, a broad-shouldered bodyguard led the way, unable to hide the anxiety etched across his face.“Straight to the master bedroom, Doc. Mr. Maverick refuses to be taken to the hospital,” the bodyguard whispered as he pushed open the thick oak door at the end of the hallway.Yanuar merely nodded in understanding. As one of the few people Maverick trusted—not only as his personal doctor but also as an old friend—he was already familiar with the man’s stubborn nature.Inside the dimly lit room, Maverick lay on the bed with the top buttons of his shirt undone. The man who usually looked stern and arrogant now appeared pale and exhausted. Yanuar immediately pulled out his stethoscope and skillfully began checking his vital signs.After several silent minutes, Yanuar lowered the stethoscope and let out a long sigh while scribbling something onto a prescription note.“You’re sure I’m fine?” Maverick ask

The sharp scent of antiseptic stung the air as Amora lay on the hospital stretcher. Beside her, the ultrasound monitor still glowed brightly, displaying the image of her womb—the center of everyone’s attention. A middle-aged female doctor in a white coat had just wiped the remaining cold gel from Amora’s still-flat, smooth stomach.Maverick stood not far away. Both of his arms were folded across his chest, his eyes fixed on the monitor before slowly shifting toward Amora’s stomach. There was a flicker of concern hidden carefully behind his cold expression.The doctor smiled kindly before adjusting her glasses while looking at the document in her hand.“Well, everything looks normal,” the doctor finally said. Then she glanced between Amora and Maverick. “Mrs. Amora, if I may ask, when was your last menstrual period? And when was the last time you had intercourse with your husband?”The doctor’s innocent question instantly threw an awkward silence into the room. She clearly assumed Mave

One thing Amora realized the moment she woke up this morning: she had forgotten something crucial yesterday. Her phone. That slim device was still in Maverick’s hands, cutting off her entire access to the outside world. Yet instead of lamenting her fate or throwing a tantrum, Amora actually felt much more refreshed. Last night, for the first time in a long while, she had slept peacefully without the shadow of that man’s intimidation haunting her.The freedom she had reclaimed—even at the cost of her marriage—made Amora feel completely restored.Amora stood before the large mirror in her room, examining her appearance with a smile that had finally returned to her face. Today, the President Director of Shane Group had to look perfect. She chose an emerald-green formal blazer paired with matching culottes, creating a firm yet elegant impression while subtly concealing her still-flat stomach. Her long hair, usually left loose, was now styled into a modern bun with a few strands of bangs f