All Chapters of I Didn’t Mean to Divorce You : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 22_Laura’s POVI kept staring at the phone on the table like it was something dangerous. Like if I touched it again, it would explode. My parents’ voices were still echoing in my head, worried and confused.That alone felt like a failure I couldn’t explain. I quickly checked the news and I was surprised. I couldn't believe all that came from Micheal's mouth. I was tempted to check the comments but I regretted it later.I was able to drag myself from the cafe back to my office. I told my parents not to be bothered, I would take care of it.I hadn’t even defended myself yet, and already I felt guilty.Catherine sat beside me. She didn’t ask questions immediately. She didn’t rush me. She just kept comforting me.“I didn’t do it,” I said finally, my voice was quiet but firm. “I didn’t steal anything.”“I know,” she replied.That simple certainty almost broke me.I exhaled slowly, pressing my palms together to stop the trembling. My mind kept racing ahead of my life in law firms. Rep

Chapter 24–Laura’s POVThe crisis had died down.It simply faded, quietly, like a storm that realized it had exhausted itself. I don't know how it happened but I was really happy.But the calm remained.Days passed, and for the first time in months, my phone stopped buzzing incessantly. The notifications no longer made my heart jump.The office felt different now. My supervisor had softened. She was still meticulous, still demanding when it mattered, but the constant scrutiny had eased. She corrected me when I made mistakes but also explained them. She trusted me with responsibilities, gradually allowing me to handle bigger tasks. I was learning faster than I ever imagined possible, absorbing not just knowledge, but nuance.For the first time since stepping into this firm, I felt like I belonged here.Still, my body reminded me daily that I carried more than ambition.My stomach had grown noticeably rounder. Some days, standing for long hours left my lower back aching. Other days, fati

Chapter 26—Laura’s POVI arrived at the hospital just after eight. Too early for visiting hours. The administrator from the previous day looked surprised when he saw me again.“So soon?” he asked.“Yes,” I said. “And today I’ll need unrestricted access.”His mouth tightened. “Ms. Laura, we...”“This is still an internal legal review,” I cut in.“Delaying cooperation won’t help anyone.”He studied me for a moment, then nodded. “I’ll inform the departments.”“Good.”I didn’t wait for an escort this time. I already knew where I was going.The pediatric wing was brighter than the rest of the hospital. Murals on the walls. Cartoon animals smiling too wide. It felt wrong, knowing what I knew now.I requested the incident room logs.The nurse at the desk hesitated. “Those are archived.”“Then unarchive them.”She glanced around, lowered her voice. “You didn’t hear this from me, but… people have been warned.”“Warned about what?”She swallowed. “Asking too many questions.”I held her gaze. “I’m

Chapter 28—Laura’s POV I was already awake, lying on my side, one hand resting on my stomach, my mind replaying everything that had happened in court the day before.My phone vibrated on the bedside table.I reached for it, my heart thudding harder than it should have.“Laura,” my boss said the moment I answered. “There is a problem.”I sat up slowly. “What happened?”What kind of problem?”“The doctor,” he said. “He’s trying to leave the country. We just got word from an internal source. He booked a private flight. If he disappears now, it will complicate everything.”My chest tightened. “What?”For a moment, I said nothing. “He knows this case is lost.” I said. "But how was he able to escape from the station to the point of him getting to the airport and was not caught? What if we did not have any internal source feeding us information?" I exclaimed."That's not the problem now, the solution is what we are looking for." My boss said. "Have you contacted the authorities?" I asked.

Chapter 30—Laura’s POVThe hours after holding my baby were a haze of exhaustion and wonder. My body still trembled from the ordeal, muscles sore, chest tight from the strain of labor. Yet every time I looked down at him, every time I felt his small fingers curl around mine, a wave of warmth overtook the ache. He was mine. Catherine stayed by my side, offering water, adjusting the blankets, and whispering reminders about rest and feeding. Daniel remained nearby, quiet but attentive, and occasionally glancing at my baby with a soft, almost protective expression. Their presence was comfort, though my mind remained alerted, scanning for any sign of danger, however small.Time passed slowly, filled with cries and coos, feedings and soft lullabies Catherine hummed under her breath. The fatigue was relentless. I couldn’t remember the last time my body had felt so utterly drained, so completely used. Each breath was a reminder that I had survived, that I had endured, that I had pushed throu