All Chapters of I don’t want him back: Divorcing the Billionaire: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Veronica's POVI stood in our bedroom packing Monte's clothes into a suitcase and felt rage burn through my chest. Four wanted to send us away like fragile things that needed storing in a safe place while men handled dangerous business.I was done being the protected damsel."We need to talk," I said when Four walked in. My voice was steady and cold. "If you try to send me away for my safety, I will fight you every step of the way.""Veronica, we already discussed this.""No. You decided. I disagreed. That is not a discussion." I turned to face him. "We are married. We are partners. I will not let you martyr yourself while Monte and I hide somewhere pretending everything is fine."Four crossed his arms. "Your safety and Monte's are my top priorities. That is not negotiable.""And your safety is mine. Also not negotiable." I moved closer. "You think I can function knowing someone is trying to kill you? That every phone call might be Manuel telling me you are dead? How is that protectin

Veronica's POVThe gunshots grew louder and closer and my body moved before my mind could process fear. I grabbed Monte from Four's arms and dropped into a crouch in the corner farthest from the door. My son was awake now and his eyes were wide with terror that no five year old should ever experience."Mama, what is happening?""Shh, baby. Stay quiet for me. Can you do that?"He nodded but his whole body trembled against mine. I wrapped myself around him like a shield and felt my heart hammer so hard I thought it might break through my ribs.Four positioned himself at the door with his gun drawn. He had insisted on carrying despite hospital rules and now I understood why. The man I married had lived in worlds where violence was currency and survival was earned through preparation.Manuel's voice cut through the chaos. "Three hostiles plus Volkov. They are coming from the east corridor. Fall back to defensive positions."Gunfire erupted in the hallway. Sharp cracks that made Monte flin

  Four's POV I watched Veronica sleep in the safehouse bedroom with Monte curled against her side and felt something break inside my chest. She looked peaceful in sleep but I knew better. I had seen the way her hand instinctively moved toward the gun on the nightstand when a door closed too loudly. The way her body tensed at unexpected sounds. The hardness in her eyes that had not existed three months ago. I was destroying her. The woman I married was soft and kind and full of light. Everything I was not. She believed in second chances and redemption and the fundamental goodness of people. She saw beauty in small moments and chose compassion even when anger would have been easier. Now she was learning to shoot. To fight. To live in constant vigilance. She checked corners before entering rooms. She kept her back to the wall in public spaces. She carried a weapon everywhere an

  Manuel's POV I had spent three weeks tracking financial transactions through shell companies and offshore accounts. The trail was deliberately obscured but not invisible. Whoever funded the contract on Four's life was sophisticated but not perfect. They made mistakes. Small ones that only someone with my background would notice. When I finally connected the dots, I felt sick. Jonathan Reed. Four's lawyer for the past twelve years. The man who handled business affairs, legal documentation, and corporate restructuring. The man Four trusted with everything. I pulled all the evidence before confronting anyone. Financial records showing Reed embezzling seven point three million dollars during Four's empire dismantling. Communications with offshore accounts. Wire transfers to known criminal intermediaries. A clear paper trail from Reed's accounts to the contract on Four's life.

Beverly's POVI watched my son struggle with Reed's betrayal from the careful distance I had maintained since their remarriage. Four needed space to build his new life with Veronica and Monte, but a mother never stopped worrying. When Manuel called to inform me about Reed's confession regarding an unnamed accomplice, every instinct I had developed through decades of navigating high society screamed danger.I knew people. I understood the subtle tells that revealed character beneath polished surfaces. Years of charity work and social manoeuvring taught me to read faces, body language, the small hesitations that betrayed guilt or deceit.I reviewed everyone in Four's current orbit. Business partners. Former employees. People who had access to his financial systems during the transition from criminal empire to legitimate operations. One name kept surfacing in my mind.Patricia Harmon. Four's former Chief Financial Officer.Patricia had been overly helpful during the empire dismantling. V