ELEVEN

DAMIAN“Let’s get a divorce.”The words landed in my chest like a stone hurled into still water, ripples spreading until they rattled through every bone in me. I had imagined this moment; hell, I had demanded it. I had a lawyer draft the agreement, sign it, Elena. End this farce.And yet… hearing her say it out loud, seeing her lips form the words, her voice trembling but resolute cut deeper than I was prepared for.I stared at her, lying there against the pillow, pale and fragile, clutching that thin hospital blanket like it was her only shield. She looked like she could disappear any second, fade into the sterile white sheets and never return. For a terrifying heartbeat, I almost forgot to breathe.I should have been relieved. This was what I wanted. An end to the endless suspicion and the torment of not knowing what was true. And yet… all I felt was a sting, sharp and humiliating, as though the papers I had demanded were now searing hot in my hand, burning through my skin.I

Last Updated : 2025-09-18

TWELVE

ELENAThe bow screeched against the violin strings, a sound so fractured it made me wince. No matter how much I tried, the melody refused to flow. My fingers trembled slightly, not from lack of skill but from the weight pressing on my chest. Tomorrow I would be back in New York. Three years gone, and yet the very thought of that city still clawed at the inside of my ribs like a beast that refused to die.I tried again, forcing the bow across the strings, but the sound came out jagged discordant, almost angry. And then, snap! I pressed my lips together, staring at the violin probably trying to tell me: maybe going back isn’t such a wise decision, Elena. “Elena, don’t forget to bring this.”The deep, steady voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned, and there he was uncle Alex, standing in the doorway with an envelope in his hand.“Uncle Alex!” My face broke into a smile. I stood, setting the violin gently on its stand, and crossed the room. I knew from the young age I was ad

Last Updated : 2025-09-22

THIRTEEN

DAMIAN The iron gates creaked open, black against black as the wheels crunched over the gravel, the pathway lights flickered on one by one, chasing the car’s shadow until the entire villa was bathed in a soft, golden glow. The door clicked open, and I stepped out into the cool night air. The faint scent of lavender lingered from the garden, mixing with the sharper tang of polished leather from the car. Before I could shrug the coat off myself, one of the servants was already there, eyes lowered, hands outstretched. I passed it to him without a word, my gaze fixed on the figure hurrying toward me.“Mr. Blackwood,” the housekeeper said in a hushed voice. “She is reluctant to speak again.”A muscle ticked in my jaw. That phrase was becoming a refrain in this house, one I had grown tired of hearing. Reluctant. As though stubborn silence was just a passing mood.I didn’t answer. I followed the trail of lights deeper into the garden. And then I saw her. A small figure, her back tu

Last Updated : 2025-09-22

All Chapters of THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS : Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN