All Chapters of The Ultimate Cure: A New Husband: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Francesco was the first to enter, his gaze sweeping the room with precision until it landed on Adriana.Seeing her unharmed, he let out a barely perceptible sigh, the tension in his face easing just slightly.The police arrived soon after and took Joshua away. Adriana followed to the station to give her statement and handed over the recording.Francesco stayed by her side the entire time, until she finished and stepped out."Thank you for sending Mars to protect me," Adriana said, her voice still tinged with lingering shock. No one could claim they weren't afraid when faced with such overwhelming force.Francesco's expression darkened. "I told you not to go in.""He wanted me, not my life," Adriana forced a smile. She wasn't entirely sure of herself, but she chose to trust her own instincts—and Mars."You don't seem to care about your own life at all," Francesco said, his tone icy as frost.The summer night was sweltering, yet he radiated a chilling intensity that made the air

Adriana decided to lay out all her thoughts. Daisy had spent a long time with Dean; perhaps she could pick up on subtle details Adriana had overlooked.After she finished speaking, Daisy fell silent for a long moment.It wasn't that she was surprised—once the clues were connected, everything fit together with a strange inevitability.Joan's resolute breakup back then, her return to the country—none of it could have been out of love for Chris. She wanted only one thing: Chris's wealth.Edward was just a pawn in her fight for that fortune, which explained why she had returned with the child. To achieve her goal, she could easily have joined forces with Dean, each taking what they needed."I've heard from people at the company that while Joan worked at the Slater Group, she was often seen in Dean's office. "At the time, I just assumed she was there for work—or maybe acting as Chris's informant. I didn't pay it much mind."Does Chris know about this? Want me to tell him?"Adriana

After Adriana hung up, Joan's call came through. Her voice was quivering with tears."Chris… Joshua's lying. I'm innocent!"This time, Joan was genuinely panicked. That useless fool Joshua had managed not only to ruin everything but also to betray her. Though Dean had left a safety net to prevent her from being directly implicated, the surveillance footage from the bar and Adriana's home made it impossible for her to completely clear her name.She couldn't worry about what others thought—her priority was securing Chris. As long as he still believed her, there was a chance to salvage the situation."Joan," Chris's voice was cold, laced with disgust, "my tolerance for you exists only for Edward. Don't take me for a fool."Joan realized that no amount of excuses would help. She softened her tone. "Chris… I was foolish, only for Edward. Please forgive me just this once.""If it weren't for Edward, I wouldn't spare you for a second. You'd better take care of yourself," Chris said, his

"Go ahead." Chris smiled faintly, pushing the dessert plate a little closer to her.From her bag, Adriana took out a transparent, hard-shell folder and handed it to him with both hands."Take a look at this," she said, her voice steady, her heart utterly calm.Chris, puzzled, picked up the folder. Through the plastic cover, the bold black letters on the first page caught his eye.Divorce Agreement.His breath stopped. The folder shook in his hands uncontrollably.It was as if he couldn't comprehend the words before him. His eyes locked on the page, trying to pierce through the paper itself.A few seconds passed. He slowly raised his head, shock and disbelief etched deep into his features."Adriana… what… what does this mean?"His voice was strained, dry, unfamiliar."Divorce? You want to divorce me?""Yes," she replied, meeting his pained gaze without flinching. "We're done, Chris. This is the end for us.""No! I won't agree to this!" He slammed the folder onto the table, l

The early autumn breeze carried a hint of chill, twisting a few green-yellow sycamore leaves into spirals as they drifted down onto the steps of the courthouse.When Adriana arrived, a familiar black Maybach was parked by the curb.Chris sat in the back seat, wearing sunglasses, his face pale as snow, back rigid, the window half-open. The morning light carved sharp shadows across his defined features. A cigarette hung between his fingers, smoke curling lazily into the air.Adriana wore a simple milk-coffee trench coat over a plain white dress. Her face was bare, untouched by makeup, giving her a serene beauty that felt effortlessly clean.She walked steadily to the car. Chris stubbed out his cigarette, opened the door, and gestured for her to enter.They sat side by side. The air between them was taut with unspoken tension.Adriana tucked her hair behind her ear. "Aren't we going in?""Do you have everything you need?"His voice was low, blending with the cool morning breeze. H