All Chapters of He Divorced Me On Our Anniversary: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ethan’s POVThe house doesn’t go back to normal after the break-in.Lights come back on after the generator is manually reset. The guards double their rounds. James checks every entry point twice, then a third time just to be sure. Keenan stays up longer than usual, pacing between rooms like sitting still might make something happen again.On the surface, everything looks controlled but something shifted you can feel it in the way no one fully relaxes in the way every sound carries a little too far and in the way Lena doesn’t say much at all.She doesn’t panic, cry and she doesn’t ask questions she just goes quiet and that scares me more than anything else because Lena has always fought now she just watches like she is waiting for the next thing to be taken from her.By the time the house settles into the early hours of the morning, most of them finally drift off.Keenan falls asleep on the couch, one arm hanging off the side.James stays awake longer, sitting near the window watching

Lena’s POVThe house feels different after the break-in every sound carries a little more weight. Every shadow feels like it’s watching. Even the silence doesn’t feel empty anymore, like something is always sitting just behind it, waiting.Eli is asleep in his crib, one small hand curled near his face, his breathing soft and steady. I stand there for a moment longer than I need to, watching him, letting that quiet anchor me before I turn away because everything else feels like it’s about to shift again when I walk downstairs, Ethan is already waiting.He is in the living room, not sitting, not pacing, just standing near the window like he is been there for a while, thinking through something he hasn’t said out loud yet.The moment he sees me, his expression changes and that tells me everything I need to know. “What is it?” I ask.He doesn’t answer right away instead he reaches for a file on the table beside him and holds it out to me. “Sit,” he says quietly.I don’t. “I'd rather stand

Ethan’s POVMorning brings answers but not the kind I want the kind that make everything sharper.I’m already at the table when the sun comes up, the files spread out in front of me exactly the way I left them last night. I didn’t bother pretending I’d sleep there was no point. My mind kept circling the same questions, tightening around the same details, refusing to let anything go.The break-in wasn’t random we already know that.We suspected the Millers the moment the power was cut clean and precise. That kind of move doesn’t come from someone reckless. It comes from someone who plans. Someone who knows how to stay hidden but suspicion isn’t enough.I need certainty so I flip through the files again, slower this time, forcing myself to see everything, not just what I expect to see then I stop because something is off not missing in a way that jumps out immediately.I pull the folder closer and go through it again and there it is a section is gone not the whole file just part of it.

Ryan’s POVI don’t like being summoned especially not by someone who should still be behind bars but here I am anyway.The location she chose is deliberate of course it is. Maya doesn’t do anything without intention. A quiet rooftop bar on the edge of the city, the kind of place that looks empty from the street but hums just enough at this hour to give conversations cover.Private, but not isolated visible, but not exposed smart.I step out of the elevator and immediately scan the space.Two couples at the far end. A bartender who looks like he’s seen everything and cares about none of it. No one paying attention and then I see her.Maya is sitting at a table near the railing, one leg crossed over the other, a glass in front of her that she hasn’t touched. She looks unchanged no that is not right she looks sharper refined in a way that only comes from pressure.She doesn’t turn when I approach she already knows I’m here I pull out the chair across from her and sit down without greetin

Ethan’s POVNights have a way of stretching longer than they should especially now and especially with a newborn who refuses to sleep. I hear him before I even open my eyes that soft restless cry that starts small and builds, not loud yet but enough to tell me it’s going to be one of those nights.I sit up slowly running a hand over my face trying to shake off the weight of too little sleep and too many thoughts by the time I step into the hallway, Lena is already there of course she is.She is standing in the nursery doorway her shoulders slightly slumped, her hair pulled into a messy knot that is barely holding, one hand resting against the doorframe like she needs the support.Eli is crying in his crib. “I’ve got him,” I say quietly.She doesn’t argue that alone tells me how exhausted she is I walk past her and lift Eli carefully, supporting his head the way I have learned to do without thinking now. He fusses for a second then settles just enough to breathe against my chest.“It’s