All Chapters of I Didn’t Mean to Divorce You : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91—Michael’s POVI was halfway through the turn that led back to my office when my phone rang.I almost ignored it.The day had already drained me more than I was willing to admit. My mind was still tangled in Laura’s voice, her eyes, the way she had looked at me like I was nothing more than an inconvenience she wanted gone. I told myself I needed to focus. There were documents waiting that demanded attention. Life could not pause just because my past refused to stay buried.The screen lit up with an unfamiliar number.I frowned but answered anyway.“Hello?”“Mr. Alden?” a woman’s voice asked politely. “This is Lily’s teacher.”My foot eased off the accelerator.For a brief moment, suspicion crawled up my spine. Kayla. The timing felt too convenient. She had a talent for staging scenes, for pulling strings just to see how far she could still control me. My first instinct was that this was another trick of her, another attempt to force a reaction out of me.“Yes,” I said cautio

Chapter 93—Michael’s POVI couldn’t concentrate on the road.My eyes were on it, my hands steady on the steering wheel, but my mind kept drifting back to the same image of Lily sitting alone outside the house, her small legs dangling, waiting for the stupid mother she has. The more I tried to ignore it, the louder the unease grew inside me.I shouldn’t have left her alone.Kayla had sounded distracted on the phone, vague in the way she had recently mastered. I’ll be back soon, she said. Soon could mean anything. Soon could stretch into hours, sometimes longer, and Lily would be left to fill the silence.I pressed the brake suddenly and turned the car around.Whatever I needed to do at my office could wait.The drive back felt longer than it should have been. By the time I pulled into the compound, my jaw ached from clenching it for too long.I parked hastily and stepped out.The first thing I noticed was how quiet everything was. No sign of Lily anywhere near where I had left her. I

Chapter 95_ The strange masked womanI felt the warmth trickle from the neck as I sank deeper into the moment, tasting life itself, letting it fill me with strength. The room smelled so sweet with the fresh blood, the faint pulse under my lips slowing every moment. I made sure I drained enough, savoring it, letting it empower me fully. There was no rush, I had time.Then my phone rang, the shrill sound cutting through the quiet intimacy of the room.I paused, pressing the back of my hand against the person’s neck, making sure the pulse had slowed enough, making sure they were safe or at least unconscious enough not to alert anyone since I'm living among humans. My fingers lingered for a brief moment, just long enough to savor the quiet before moving.I rose, slowly, letting my body shift back into the form I preferred to be seen in, human, unmasked, unassuming. My movements were smooth, fluid, almost seductive in their precision, the faint echo of the life I had just taken still thrum

Chapter 97—Michael’s POVBefore I could think, she rushed forward, and my body responded before my mind could catch up.Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight hug. I caught the familiar scent of her that I have missed, a perfume that danced on my senses, tickling my memory and pulling at something deeper. I breathed it in, letting the warmth of her body press against mine. I hugged her back harder, intoxicated by the scent, the feeling and the pull.I was already lost in her, letting my hands trace where they wanted, letting my body lean into hers. She was close, closer than I’d expected, and for a moment, I forgot everything else. My mind fogged, my instincts sharp, and the haze of whatever I’d taken only made it worse. Every touch was electric, every whisper and movement pulling me further.Then her hands retaliated, gripping me in ways that made my heart beat more. She knew what she was doing. She knew the pull she had on me, and she wasn’t shy about it. The tension b

Chapter 99_Micheal’s POVThe door burst open so violently that it slammed against the wall, and several members of my staff rushed inside at once. Their eyes swept across the office in alarm, taking in the disordered furniture, the overturned chair, the cracked wall, and the papers scattered across the floor. I stood there, forcing myself to remain still, forcing my breathing to be calm, even though tension was still running wildly beneath my skin.For a second, I feared they would notice something unnatural. The scent of blood had already faded, I had made sure of that. The marks of the fight had been reduced to something that could pass as frustration rather than combat. I had used my power quickly, clearing away the most suspicious evidence before they could enter, but even so, the destruction was significant.“Sir!” one of them exclaimed. “Are you okay?”I swallowed and nodded stiffly. “I’m fine.”They looked unconvinced.One of the senior staff members stepped forward, his brows