All Chapters of After Divorcing Me, He Went Broke!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

Sarah stared at the two men in front of her, her breath still uneven. That second felt frozen. Ronan, his face flushed with restrained anger, suddenly smiled. A cold smile, full of mockery."Do not teach another man's wife to leave in front of her husband, Mr. Alex," Ronan said slowly, but loud enough to be heard by the guests who had begun to approach. "What you are doing is an extremely disrespectful act. How could you dare invite someone's wife to leave while her husband is still standing right beside her? Who do you think you are?"Alex opened his mouth to respond, but Ronan stepped forward first. His hand grabbed Alex's collar roughly, pulling him closer until their faces were only a few centimeters apart. "Do you want to try that again?" Ronan hissed, his voice low but threatening. "I can make you regret it tonight."The atmosphere instantly became tense. Several guests stopped talking, their eyes fixed on the three of them. Whispers began to spread. "That is Ronan Vexler, right

Sarah sat across from Ronan at the long dining table, her hands folded neatly in her lap. The white tablecloth stretched between them like a neutral zone, a fragile ceasefire after the battlefield of last night. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting warm light across the polished silverware and porcelain plates, but Sarah felt none of its warmth.Ronan lifted his coffee cup, taking a slow sip. His movements were measured, calm, as if the events of the previous evening had been nothing more than a minor disagreement. He placed the cup back onto its saucer with a soft clink."You look pale," he said, his voice carrying a note of concern that sounded almost genuine. "Did you sleep well?"Sarah blinked. Did you sleep well? The question felt like a slap from another direction entirely. She had spent the night on the cold bathroom floor, her back against the tiles, listening to the water run until her fingers pruned and her tears dried. But he already knew that. Or perhaps he

Sarah sat on the edge of her bed, her phone clutched tightly in both hands. The morning had passed in a blur after breakfast. She had gone through the motions—returning to her room, changing into a simple blouse and skirt, telling Hanosa she was going out to shop as Ronan had suggested. The maid had nodded with a small, knowing smile, as if the sudden generosity were perfectly normal.But Sarah knew better.The five thousand dollars sat in her account like a seed waiting to be planted. Not for a spa. Not for a dress. Ronan expected her to spend it on frivolous things, on the shallow indulgences of a kept wife. He wanted to see evidence of her obedience, a new handbag or a pair of shoes that would prove she had done exactly as he said.He would not understand what she truly needed.Sarah opened her phone and navigated to the bank app. Her thumb hovered over the screen. Five thousand dollars. It was more money than she had received at once in years. Her monthly allowance had been five