All Chapters of He Divorced Me On Our Anniversary: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Unknown POVI shouldn’t be this close that is the first thought that crosses my mind as I stand across the street, half-hidden behind the trees watching the house like I haven’t been doing exactly that for years.Distance has always been the rule because distance keeps people alive and distance keeps mistakes from happening and I don’t make mistakes not anymore but today I needed to see her.Not through reports or through photos or through someone else’s eyes but my own.The house is different from what I expected. Smaller and quiet nothing like the life she should have had and nothing like the life that was taken from her.There are guards outside, cameras and movement where there should be none someone has stepped in, tightened things and made sure she isn’t as exposed as she used to be good too late but still good.The front door opens and everything in me stills she steps out slowly like she has learned to be careful without wanting anyone to notice it one hand on the door and the

Lena’s POVI didn’t think it would feel like this not the anger, the fear and not even the pressure pressing down from every direction like I can’t breathe properly unless I force myself to slow down I expected all of that what I didn’t expect is how tired I am of reacting.Every day it’s something new another article, another whisper and another legal move dressed up in polite words that all mean the same thing she is not stable, she is not capable and she shouldn’t be trusted.I’m standing in the living room with papers spread across the table, Eli finally asleep upstairs and it feels like the walls are closing in even though the house is full.Ruth is in the kitchen talking softly to Jess. Keenan is pacing like he wants to punch something but knows he can’t and Ethan is standing across from me watching me in that quiet way of his like he is waiting for me to either fall apart or fight back.I haven’t decided which one yet my hand presses flat against the table the edge digging into

Lena’s POVThe house feels different quieter in a way I haven’t felt in a long time like everything that was loud and suffocating has stepped back just enough to let me breathe again.It is strange how something so small can feel so big.I’m standing in the kitchen doorway watching Ethan like I haven’t done a hundred times before but this feels different too he is at the stove sleeves rolled up moving around like he belongs here.Not like a guest and not like someone trying to prove something just here.“What are you making?” I ask leaning my shoulder against the frame.He looks over his shoulder at me a small smile pulling at his mouth. “Something edible that is as far as my confidence goes right now.”I huff out a quiet laugh. “That doesn’t sound promising.”“It is pasta,” he says turning back to the stove. “You can’t mess that up.”I raise a brow. “You would be surprised.”He chuckles under his breath and there is something about that sound that settles in my chest in a way I don’t

Victor’s POVShe lets me in I didn’t expect that.I thought she would shut the door in my face before I could say a single word but instead she steps back just enough to let me enter her eyes locked on me like she was trying to figure out whether I’m real or just another problem she didn’t ask for.The door closes behind me and the silence that follows feels heavier than anything I have carried in years.She doesn’t sit and she doesn’t offer me anything she stands across from me her arms wrapped around herself, her body tense like she is ready to either run or fight.“Talk,” she says.No warmth and no patience just that one word.I nod slowly. “My name is Victor Miller.”The reaction is instant her face tightens, her brows pulling together as she shakes her head. “No, that is not funny.”“I’m not joking.”“Victor Miller is dead,” she snaps. “So whatever game you are playing—”“I was supposed to be,” I cut in quietly.That stops her. Her eyes narrow as she studies me, searching for cra

Third Person POVThe news doesn’t break all at once it starts small a notification, a headline, a message someone almost ignores and then it spreads too fast to stop.By the time the first video hits the major networks, it was already everywhere shared, reposted, talked about before anyone even understands the full story.Police cars line the long driveway of the Miller estate, lights flashing against the clean white walls that always looked untouchable. Officers move with purpose, not hesitation, and the gates that once kept the world out are wide open.Cameras catch everything as the front doors open and Samuel steps out first.He doesn’t look like a man who thinks he has lost. His shoulders are still straight, his expression controlled, but there was something tight around his eyes that wasn’t there before something that gives him away if you are paying attention.Behind him Chanel is already arguing with one of the officers, her voice sharp, her movements restless she is trying to