All Chapters of I Didn’t Mean to Divorce You : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Chapter 162 – Laura’s POVThe house was quiet again, but it was a different kind of quiet. Not the calm silence I had tried to cling to before, not the reassuring hush of a home where Enzo slept peacefully. No, this quiet was deliberate. It felt alive, like it was watching me, waiting for me to take a move. Every shadow seemed just a little too deep, every creak a little too purposeful.I stayed still for a moment, standing in the middle of the living room, my arms crossed loosely over my chest. My eyes roamed over the furniture, the walls, the floor, anything that could anchor me to something normal. But the truth was, there was nothing normal about tonight just like I have noticed.I exhaled slowly, trying to force my heartbeat to settle into a steady rhythm. Focus, I told myself. One thing at a time. Keep Enzo safe.But even as I reminded myself of the plan, of the rules I had set for this house, that insistent feeling in the pit of my stomach refused to leave. Someone was here. So

Chapter 164 – Laura’s POVI started getting scared of staying in the house alone. The silence felt different now. Not threatening in the same sharp way as before, but heavier. Like something had already been done and whatever came next was just a matter of time.I picked up my phone again, staring at the screen for a few seconds. I wanted to call Micheal again but I have called him before. Calling him again felt like something else entirely. Like stepping into a space I had already told myself I wouldn’t return to.And yet, I didn’t put the phone down.I exhaled slowly and pressed the call. It barely rang before he picked the call.“Laura.”His voice came through immediately like he had been expecting it.For a second, I didn’t respond. I hadn’t thought this part through, what I would actually say now that I had him on the line again.“I need to see you,” I said finally.There was a pause from his end. Not long, but enough to register.“Where?”I glanced around the house, my grip t

Chapter 166 – Laura’s POVThe darkness hit all at once.Every light in the house cut out simultaneously, leaving nothing but a heavy, suffocating black that swallowed everything whole. For half a second, my body locked on instinct, every sense of mine sharpening at once.Then I moved further, So did Michael.We didn’t speak. The sound outside came again, closer this time.Michael’s hand was still on the handle, but he didn’t open it. I could barely make out his outline in the dark, but I knew exactly where he was, just as he knew where I stood.“Back,” he said quietly.I didn’t argue. I stepped to the side, keeping close to the wall, my breathing controlled, my mind already racing ahead. This wasn’t random. The power cut was too precise, too clean. Whoever was out there had planned this.Michael moved then, slowly pulling the door open just enough to create a narrow gap.Nothing rushed in..No sudden movement. No immediate attack. Just silence.That was strange.He pushed the door open

Chapter 168 – Laura’s POVThe house felt quieter than usual as I stepped outside into the cool morning air. The sunlight hit softly, washing over the yard and painting everything in shades of gold, but it didn’t make my heart feel lighter. The moment with Michael from the night before lingered in my mind, and I knew it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I hadn’t regretted what had happened, yet I also couldn’t pretend that it hadn’t shaken something loose inside me. There was a pull toward him that I couldn’t fully explain, a desire that no amount of stubbornness could mask, and that was exactly what scared me the most.I had told myself so many times that I was done with letting him control my emotions, done with allowing him to slip past every barrier I had built. But the truth was that he had already slipped past them. He had always had a way of doing that, of bypassing every defense I put up, even when I didn’t want him to. And last night had proven, once again, that it didn’t ma

Chapter 170 – Laura’s POVThe afternoon air felt heavier than the morning had, warmer in the sun but still carrying a weight I couldn’t shake. I walked slowly along the edge of the yard, my hands folded loosely in front of me, and I realized I had been replaying every second of last night over and over in my head. The memory wasn’t just persistent, it was magnetic, pulling me toward a truth I had tried to ignore.I loved Michael. That was undeniable. But love alone wasn’t enough. Not yet. I needed to be certain of myself, certain that letting him in again wouldn’t cost me everything I had fought to protect. And yet, every glance, every word, every small memory of him pressed against the walls I had built, chipping them away despite my stubborn determination.Catherine’s teasing advice still echoed in my mind “You’ve already let him back into your heart. The rest is just practice.” I had laughed at the time, partly embarrassed, partly defensive, but now I understood what she meant. I