Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Didn’t Mean to Divorce You : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Chapter 51–Laura’s POVThe past few weeks have been a blur. Days merged into nights so seamlessly that I sometimes couldn’t tell if I’d slept at all. The case had swallowed me whole, consuming every free moment, every idle thought of mine. Daniel had been… a lifeline. He had no idea how much I relied on him not just for the facts, but for the quiet support, the way he didn’t pry too deeply when I retreated for hours to my office. He didn’t demand explanations for my absences, didn’t judge my obsession. He worked with me instead of against me, and for that, I was grateful. Grateful enough that I didn’t want to risk losing him in the crossfire of this tangled mess.I wasn’t expecting the file that landed on my desk that morning. A courier had dropped it off in the morning. Another piece of the investigation puzzle. But the moment I opened it, I froze in my seat.At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I leaned closer to the bottom of the file. No, It wasn’t a trick. I

Chapter 53–Laura’s POVI stayed crouched behind the low wall, my back pressed firmly against the rough concrete, the chill of it seeping into my skin. My eyes flicked toward the window through which Aryn had climbed, the exact same window she had thought was unobserved. The thought made a small smirk curl on my lips. She didn’t even know I was here looking at her.Adrian leaned beside me also watching to see how it unfolds. My heartbeat still thundered in my ears, loud and insistent. “Any minute now,” Adrian whispered. His voice was calm, though his eyes betrayed him. “She’s close.”I nodded, suppressing a grin.I saw her first through the gap between the corner of the building and the low fence. She moved cautiously, her steps careful, glancing nervously from side to side. The moment she realized she collided with Daniel, her head snapped around, eyes wide and darting. That panicked look, those fleeting seconds of uncertainty was all I needed. My chest tightened with anticipation.T

Chapter 55–Laura’s POVSomething was wrong.I didn’t know how I knew it. There was no evidence yet, no proof in my hands, no document or confession. But my sharp and insistent instinct refused to let me relax. Aryn didn’t walk like someone who had just been cleared of suspicion. She walked like someone who had narrowly escaped a trap and was already planning her next move.Just as she reached the car door, I saw something on the floor, I went closer to it and realized it fell from Aryn.I bent down and picked it up, my fingers brushing against cold metal.My breath caught. It was a pendant but painfully familiar.My heart began to race as I turned it over in my palm. The design was etched with an old symbol I had seen before. I didn’t need to think long to know where.I walked toward the car In haste.Daniel followed me, sensing the shift in my energy but not interrupting. I opened the backseat and pulled out the files I had brought earlier. My hands trembled as I flipped through the

Chapter 57—Michael’s POVI was sitting at the dining table with Kayla and the child, staring at my plate, when I realized I had no appetite.The food had gone cold, untouched, but I didn’t bother moving it away. Eating felt pointless. Everything had felt pointless for a while now.My mind wasn’t in the dining room. It was buried deep in my losses.My company.I had built it from nothing. I remembered the first office I rented, the first contract I signed, the nights I slept on couches because I couldn’t afford to go home. I remembered the pride I once felt walking into boardrooms where people waited for me to speak.Now those same people avoided my calls.My shares had slipped through my fingers without my full awareness. At first, it seemed minor like a temporary moves, Kayla had said. A strategic decision. I had believed her because believing was easier than confronting the truth.Now, most of it is gone and sold just to pay debts.I was close to bankruptcy, closer than I had ever a

Chapter 59—Laura’s POVThe courtroom did not erupt the way movies always portrayed moments like this.There was no shouting, no dramatic gasps echoing endlessly.Instead, there was silence.For several seconds, no one moved. No one spoke. Even the judge seemed frozen, his gavel resting loosely in his hand as though he had forgotten its purpose. The man standing in the witness box was alive, breathing, very much real was someone every document in this case had declared dead.And yet, here he was.I felt the blood drain from my face slowly, not in a rush, but like something being carefully siphoned out of me. My fingers tightened around the edge of the table as if it were the only thing anchoring me to the floor.The deceased was alive.The words made no sense, even as I stared directly at him.Across the room, Aryn’s composure finally cracked.Her earlier confidence crumbled in real time. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes darting from the man in the witness box to the judge, to the mu