All Chapters of Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO!: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ever since losing the flash drive at Vicktor’s house, Lucy had been living in the shadows—unsure who had taken it first, or who had slipped silently among them. That uncertainty lingered like a chill seeping through the cracks of her home—ever-present, unseen, but suffocating.Lucy’s face was pale, her lips trembling as she replayed the video on her phone—one fragment of proof that had appeared before her like a ticking bomb. Too many truths were hidden beneath the surface; once they exploded, everything would collapse.“Calm down, Lucy… just calm down…” she whispered weakly, though her voice betrayed her fear.She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breath. Her mind was racing with wild ideas—she wasn’t the type of woman to surrender easily. I’m clever. I have a thousand ways to silence that person, Lucy told herself, reinforcing her resolve. Fear was there, yes—but she countered it with strategy.With trembling fingers, she pressed the contact number of her hired man. The phone ra

Vicktor had just taken off his shoes when Lucy’s scream echoed throughout the house. His heart pounded violently in his chest. Without a second thought, he ran toward the kitchen, following the sound that carried panic in every note.When he arrived, his eyes widened—Lucy was standing rigid in front of the window, her face pale, her hands trembling uncontrollably.“Lucy… what’s wrong?” Vicktor asked quickly, his voice filled with concern.Lucy turned to him and, without thinking, ran straight into her husband’s arms. Her body shook, her breath coming in ragged gasps.“Vick… there’s—there’s a man outside the window,” she stammered, pointing toward the yard. “He had a knife. He… he looked like he wanted to kill me!”Vicktor froze for a moment, then gently pried her arms off him. He strode toward the window and yanked the curtain aside. His gaze swept across the rain-soaked backyard. But… there was no one there.“Where? There’s no one outside,” he said calmly, raising an eyebrow at her.

The black car sped down the morning road that was beginning to fill with traffic. From behind the window, Amora sat silently, gazing at the clear sky. Her face was tense—so unlike her usual self, always full of laughter and playful remarks whenever she was with Vicktor. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her jacket, as if trying to calm something restless inside her mind.Meanwhile, on the other side, Vicktor held the steering wheel with ease. Every now and then, his eyes darted toward the girl beside him. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he noticed how serious she looked.“El, why so tense all of a sudden?” Vicktor asked softly, his voice calm but enough to break the silence. “Do you feel uncomfortable going with me?”Amora turned to glance at him for a second before shifting her gaze back to the window. “Vick, where exactly are we going?” she asked suspiciously. “You’re not actually taking me to the embassy office, are you? You’re not that crazy, right, Vick?”Vicktor chuckled

Amora stood in front of the room’s door, her breath trembling softly. Through the glass, she could see Lucy screaming hysterically, thrashing like someone who had completely lost control. But this time, Amora didn’t retreat. She lifted her chin and forced herself to step inside.“Lucy,” Amora called softly, her voice quivering yet steady.The moment Lucy saw her, her eyes blazed with fury. “This is all your plan, Elisha! You’ve been manipulating my husband to send me to this cursed place!” she screamed, her shrill voice making everyone in the room turn.“Calm down, Lucy.” Amora tried to speak gently, her tone filled with sympathy. “Vicktor only wants you to get better.”“Better?” Lucy glared, her expression twisting with rage. “I’m not sick! I’m perfectly fine! You’re the crazy one, Elisha! Stay away from my husband…!”She thrashed again, trying to break free from the nurses’ grip. Her body shook violently, her blood pressure spiking—her face flushed red and her eyes almost empty.“Lu

That morning the sun slipped gently through the large window of Vicktor’s small family dining room. The smell of toast and black coffee filled the air, yet the atmosphere at the table felt stiff and cold. Lucy sat at the end chair, trying to contain her restlessness as she watched Kelly, who moved listlessly and barely touched her breakfast.Vicktor was still locked in his study. Since last night, he had said very little. Lucy knew that if she pushed him, his anger could explode. So she chose silence, trying to act calm, as if everything were fine.“Drink your milk quickly, Kelly,” Lucy said in a slightly sharp tone, watching her daughter stir cereal with a spoon.Kelly looked at her mother with an innocent face. “Mom, why are you always angry with me? Not like Aunt Elisha, she speaks so softly.”Those words made Lucy freeze for a moment, then her eyes widened sharply. “Don’t you ever mention that woman’s name in front of me!” she snapped instinctively.Kelly recoiled, eyes widening i