Lahat ng Kabanata ng Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO!: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

After about an hour and a half of shopping, Amora finally finished all her errands inside the shopping mall. Her hands were full of shopping bags; her face looked weary yet relieved, knowing all the household needs were now complete. She was in the underground parking lot, arranging her groceries neatly into the car trunk. The place was rather quiet—only the faint sound of spinning car tires and the occasional footsteps of passersby echoed in the distance. Amora carefully organized each bag, making sure everything was stacked properly so it would be easy to unpack once she got home. Suddenly, someone tapped her on the back. The touch startled her, and she immediately turned around. Her eyes widened, her chest thumping fast. “Roy…” Her voice came out soft, filled with surprise. Her brows furrowed slightly. “Where did you come from? Why did you disappear and then suddenly show up again like this? Like a magician!” she grumbled irritably. Roy smiled faintly, his gaze hiding someth

Amora’s body trembled violently. Her breathing quickened, her eyes frozen on the screen mounted on the wall before her. That voice—the one echoing through the video Roy had just played—crushed her chest like an invisible hand. A deep, firm voice she once heard so often calling her name with gentle warmth.“Deddy…” she whispered faintly, her voice barely audible.Her hands clenched tightly on her thighs, holding back both her fury and the tears threatening to fall. So it was true… Her father had come to the house that day, right when she had decided to leave and divorce Vicktor. Amora had never known. She had never known that her father had been looking for her.But before the video could finish, Roy suddenly pressed the pause button, then casually turned off the large screen.“Why did you turn it off, Roy?” Amora snapped, turning sharply toward him, her voice rising. “I wasn’t done watching it!”Roy simply leaned back in his chair, a cold, mocking smile curving his lips. “Elisha…”—he

Roy’s facedown position made Amora instinctively drop to her knees on the floor. With trembling hands, she turned his body over—and instantly, her breath caught in her throat. Her chest tightened at the sight of the bullet wound still oozing fresh blood on Roy’s chest.“Roy…” Amora’s voice quivered, barely audible. “You were shot… you’re dead.”Her eyes widened in disbelief, unable to process that the man she had argued with just last night now lay lifeless before her.“Who did this? Could it be related to that person from the CCTV footage?” she muttered urgently, rising to her feet with a sharp glint in her eyes.There was no time to drown in grief. Roy was gone, and Amora knew exactly what she had to do. She looked at his body one last time, drew in a deep breath, and turned away.“I’m sorry, Roy. But I have to continue this.”Amora hurried toward Roy’s room, which was still in disarray. The blanket had been thrown to the floor, clothes scattered everywhere. Her eyes darted around t

Amora hadn’t thought this far ahead. She assumed the video was the same one she and Roy had watched together that romantic night at the restaurant—the CCTV footage from her old house they hadn’t finished viewing.But apparently… it wasn’t.The screen showed something far more terrifying. It was CCTV footage from Roy’s apartment. The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by a lamp in the corner of the desk. Roy sat there with a tense expression, while in front of him stood a mysterious man in a black suit. His presence radiated cold authority—powerful, intimidating, dangerous.“You know every move you make has been watched!” The man’s deep voice thundered from the computer speakers.Amora swallowed hard, her fingers instinctively covering her mouth. Who is that man?She continued the video. Roy looked uneasy, trying to speak, his voice trembling.“Mr. Kenn, please forgive me… I didn’t mean to betray you.”“That girl belongs to me!” shouted the man named Kenn. "You had no right to lure h

"Watch your words! I could report you for defamation!" Amora snapped sharply, her eyes burning with fury as she glared at Lucy."Oh, please," Lucy retorted with a cutting tone, her lips curling into a bitter smile. "Do you really think you still have a good name after daring to flirt with my husband?"Amora let out a short, amused laugh. "Lucy, Lucy... you still have a mirror at home, don’t you?" Her smile turned cold as she looked straight into Lucy’s eyes. "Try looking into it—and see who the real seductress is."Lucy’s face stiffened. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, offended."Don’t think I don’t know your past, Lucy," Amora replied calmly, though her voice sliced like a knife. "You stole Vicktor from his first wife, didn’t you?"Lucy froze. Her hands clenched tightly at her sides, holding back a surge of shame and rage."The homewrecker isn’t me, Lucy," Amora continued, her tone steady and piercing. "It’s you."With that, Amora turned and walked away, leaving Lucy standing