Semua Bab Let's Divorce, Mr. CEO!: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Thirty minutes had passed since her return. Amora was back at the villa, closing the door softly so as not to wake anyone. The cold morning air swept against her skin the moment she entered the room. Vicktor sat on the edge of the bed, his body slightly hunched, while Kelly had already fallen back into a deep sleep, completely unaware of the chaos from the night before. Amora carried the first-aid kit and immediately knelt in front of Vicktor. With careful precision, she began to press cold compresses on the bruises scattered across his body: his cheek, his stomach, and his back. Her movements were gentle yet firm, clearly showing her concern. When she wiped the cut on his forehead with antiseptic, Amora warned in a soft voice, “Hold still, Vick. This might hurt even more.” Her left hand was poised with a piece of gauze. Vicktor flashed her a teasing smile, even though his face betrayed the pain. “This wound is nothing, El. I’d be in far more pain if you walked away from me.” Amora

Vicktor strode swiftly toward Lucy, his voice sharp and firm. “Lucy, you cannot take Kelly! Kelly will stay here with me!”“NO!” Lucy stepped back, clutching Kelly even tighter in her arms. “I will not let that cheap woman poison my daughter’s mind with hatred!” she shouted, glaring fiercely at Amora.“What are you talking about?” Vicktor was beginning to lose his patience. “Stop accusing Elisha without any reason!”Lucy shoved Vicktor’s chest with the last ounce of strength she had. The push wasn’t strong, but it was enough to make him stumble one step back. “Go on, Vick—GO ON and defend that wretched woman right in front of me!” Lucy exploded without pause.Vicktor refused to back down. He moved toward Lucy again, trying to pull Kelly out of her arms.“Don’t touch me! Don’t touch my daughter!” Lucy retreated, but Vicktor still attempted to grab Kelly’s small arm, making the little girl tremble in fear.Amid the chaos, Kelly began to cry. “Dad… don’t fight… please… don’t…”But Lucy a

Vicktor tightened his grip on Amora’s hand, his fingers firm as if he had no intention of letting her go. Without giving Lucy the slightest chance to speak, he pulled Amora away from the living room.Amora had no choice but to follow his steps, even as her mind filled with questions. Just before crossing the doorway, she turned. Her gaze met Lucy’s—eyes blazing with a mix of anger and disbelief. Yet Amora, for some reason, forced a faint smile. A smile that looked like victory.That smile became the final spark that made Lucy explode.“Vicktor, wait! I’m not done talking!” Lucy shouted, her voice cracking. “No matter what, I will never sign those divorce papers! Never, Vick!”Lucy stopped right at the bottom of the staircase, her breath uneven.But Vicktor didn’t turn around at all. He and Amora continued climbing each step without slowing down.Lucy lifted her head, staring at their backs as they disappeared behind the wall of the second floor. Her hands clenched so tightly that her

Vicktor stepped into the guest bedroom quietly. The bedside lamp glowed dimly, revealing Amora sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked restless, her fingers twisting together as if her thoughts refused to stay still.“Are you not asleep yet?” Vicktor asked as he gently closed the door.Amora turned quickly. A hint of surprise crossed her face before it shifted into hesitation. “Vick… I… I heard Kelly’s voice downstairs,” she finally said. It sounded like a reasonable excuse. In truth, moments earlier she had been absorbed in watching a drama about Lucy leaving that grand house—a scene that had felt disturbingly real in her mind.Vicktor nodded slowly. He stepped closer and stopped a short distance from her. In his thoughts, one thing surfaced again. Elisha—the woman with him now—truly loved Kelly with all her heart. There was no falseness in her eyes, he thought.And at that moment, Vicktor felt certain once more. He had not been wrong to divorce his wife in order to be with Elisha

Amora’s heart pounded faster as the car continued to speed forward with no clear direction. The road ahead felt unfamiliar, far too deserted for an hour that should have still been bustling. Streetlights flashed past in rapid succession, casting long shadows that made her chest tighten even more.Her hands clutched the bag on her lap tightly. Her fingers were cold, slick with sweat. Her eyes stayed alert, fixed on the man’s back behind the wheel—a back that felt too stiff, too silent, too unsettling.“Sir, please stop the car,” Amora said again, this time more firmly, struggling to suppress the tremor in her voice.There was no answer.Instead, the car accelerated. The engine roared as if deliberately challenging her fear.Amora swallowed hard. “Sir… I said stop the car!”Suddenly, the hand on the steering wheel lifted. The black cap that had been covering the driver’s head was slowly removed. Long blond hair fell freely, catching the sunlight. Then came a soft laugh—cold, mocking, an