All Chapters of Marrying My Ex for Revenge: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

My blade catches an edge. My arms flail, fingers grasping at air that won't hold me, and suddenly I'm gripping the rail with both hands while my heart slams against my ribs.The ice beneath my skates is scarred from hours of use—grooves and divots that catch blades if you're not careful.Sofia glides past without slowing, cutting smooth arcs that make it look effortless. Her breath fogs in the November cold, cheeks flushed from movement rather than effort.She's been skating since we arrived, maintaining steady momentum while I wobble between the rail and open ice like someone who can't commit to either safety or freedom."You know," she calls over her shoulder, "most people fall after they start moving with confidence."

Marcus looks like someone died.That's my first thought when I see him in the hallway outside my office—department heads still filing past, end of the year review fresh in everyone's heads, and my brother standing there like he's just watched the world tilt sideways.My assistant catches it too. She has radar for family emergencies that's saved me more times than I can count.She gives me the subtle head nod that means handle this, and I'm already making excuses, already moving toward Marcus with the smooth deflection I've perfected over years of managing crises that couldn't wait for scheduled office hours."Conference room's booked," I say

The wine glass Sofia poured sits untouched on Daniel's coffee table."Are you okay?" Her voice comes from somewhere to my left."I don't know what I am."Daniel moves in the kitchen—quiet sounds of putting away food, running water, giving us space while staying close enough to be useful if needed. He was always good at that. Reading when to stay and when to disappear."I should feel something more. But mostly I just feel—empty.""It’s valid to feel empty.""Is it? Or am I terrible for not—" I stop. Because what am I supposed to feel for someone who stopped being real before I stopped hoping he might come back?

Victor's face fills the screen before I'm ready. Thinner than I expected. Grayer. The exhaustion of someone who knows exactly how many days remain."Elena." His voice through the speakers sounds too close for a dead man. "If you're watching this, you've read my letter."Adrian's hand finds mine under the table. Marcus sits across from us, spine rigid, hands flat against the wood like he's bracing for impact."You know I watched you." Victor adjusts something off-screen. When he settles back, his hands fold with the precision he brought to everything. "Documented your choices. Invested in your company without permission."He pauses. The breath that follows rattles."I need you to understa

The ring sits in my jacket pocket where it's lived for five years. I check for the hundredth time. Still there. Small box. Velvet worn from being carried too long."You're fidgeting."Marcus doesn't look up from Tommy's birthday preparations. String lights that won't cooperate. Tables that need arranging. The organized chaos of someone who plans celebrations like military operations."I'm helping.""You're standing there checking your pocket every thirty seconds." He secures another light strand. "Either you're carrying something valuable or you're developing a nervous tic.""Neither.""Both." Melissa appears with a tray of cupcakes. "He's been doing it since he arrived. Very subtle.""I'm not—""You are." She sets down the tray. Studies my face. "What are you carrying?"The question sits too direct to deflect.Marcus turns from the lights. Sees my expression. "Oh.""Oh what?" Melissa looks between us. "What's 'oh'?""He's going to propose." Marcus says it simply. "Today. Here. During