Lahat ng Kabanata ng He Divorced Me On Our Anniversary: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Third POVThe man who helped build the Miller empire does not panic, panic is for amateurs, leaves fingerprints and the man sitting in the quiet corner office on the thirty-eighth floor of a glass tower in Manhattan has spent most of his career making sure fingerprints disappear.His name appears on no headlines, no business magazines and no charity galas but the richest families in the country know exactly who he is because when something goes wrong he is the one who fixes it.Right now the city outside his office window is loud with evening traffic and flashing lights but inside the room everything is still and controlled he closes the folder in front of him slowly inside that folder are documents that should not exist anymore.Old legal transfers, estate filings and ownership structures all tied to one family the Millers and one mistake a baby who survived when she wasn’t supposed to Lena.He taps the folder once with his finger before sliding it into a shredder beside the desk th

Lena’s POVThe house feels different now not quieter or calmer just heavier as if the walls themselves know something has changed. Two days ago I thought the biggest problem in my life was learning how to function with a newborn and no sleep.Now I know my aunt and uncle killed my parents and they have spent this past few weeks pretending to love me while stealing everything that belonged to me it’s strange how quickly the world shifts. I’m sitting at the dining table with Eli asleep in the bassinet beside me when Ethan walks in carrying two thick folders and a laptop.He sets everything down carefully like the table has become some kind of command center which, I guess, it has the last forty-eight hours have turned this house into something between a legal war room and a fortress. “Coffee?” he asks.“Yes.”“Strong?”“Yes.”He nods and moves toward the kitchen and I watch him for a moment even exhausted, even tense, he moves with quiet purpose as if he has already accepted that this f

Ryan’s POVThe report arrives just after midnight my investigator sends it through a private encrypted email like I asked a file attachment and a single sentence in the message.You might find this useful.I lean back in my chair and open it.Outside the windows of my office Los Angeles is still alive crs crawling through the streets below, neon lights reflecting off glass buildings and the city never sleeps and neither do I anymore especially not since Lena came back into the picture.The file takes a moment to load then pages start appearing on my screen medical records, hospital notes and psychological evaluations not many but enough.I scroll slowly the first records come from the hospital where Lena was taken after Maya stabbed her the doctors documented everything I skim past most of it I’m not interested in the medical details what matters is the language words like trauma response there it is PTSD not a formal diagnosis just a doctor noting that the kidnapping and assault coul

Lena’s POVThe strange thing about betrayal is how polite it can look it doesn’t always arrive screaming sometimes it knocks on your door with a soft smile and expensive shoes and that is exactly how Rosabell Miller arrives that afternoon.I’m in the kitchen with Eli sleeping in the bassinet beside the table when the doorbell rings. Ethan is upstairs on a call with his lawyers and Ruth is outside arguing with one of the security guards about where he parked.So I’m the one who opens the door.Rosabell stands there like she stepped out of a magazine. Cream-colored dress perfect makeup not a hair out of place she smiles when she sees me. “Hi.”For a moment neither of us moves because we both know this isn’t a friendly visit. “What do you want?” I ask.Her smile falters slightly. “I was hoping we could talk.”“About what?”“About everything.”I study her face carefully a week ago she was threatening court battles and smiling like she already owned my life now she looks nervous. “Five min

Ethan’s POVCourtrooms always look calmer than they feel from the outside it is just a room. Wood panels, rows of chairs, a judge sitting high enough to make everything feel official. People speak in measured voices, papers shuffle, pens move across notepads like this is all routine but there’s nothing routine about this not today.I sit beside Lena, aware of every small movement she makes the way her fingers rest lightly against the edge of the table, the way her shoulders are straight even though I know she barely slept last night. Eli is with Ruth at the house and even though Lena didn’t say it out loud, I know leaving him behind this morning felt wrong to her.It feels wrong to me too.Across the room, Samuel Miller sits with his legal team calm in that practiced way that rich men learn early. Chanel is beside him, perfectly composed, her expression soft enough to pass for concern if you don’t look too closely. Rosabell sits slightly behind them, her posture relaxed, her eyes movi