All Chapters of He Divorced Me On Our Anniversary: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Victor’s POVI don’t go through the front door not because I can’t because I don’t need to.There are habits you don’t lose, no matter how many years pass. Moving quietly. Watching before stepping in. Knowing what’s happening before anyone realizes you’re there.I stand across the street, just far enough not to draw attention, close enough to see everything.The house, movement, the guards Ethan’s doing a good job netter than I expected.There are cameras placed at the right angles, not obvious but effective. The kind of setup that doesn’t just look secure it is. Rotating patrols, not predictable. That tells me he’s not relying on standard systems.He’s thinking. Good because the people we’re dealing with don’t make obvious moves.They wait, adapt, they strike when you think you’re safe and right now Lena is the most valuable target in a game most people don’t even understand.I exhale slowly, adjusting the file in my hand.Everything I’ve built over the years comes down to this.I tu

Lena’s POVThe island doesn’t look like the same place anymore.I stand on the wooden walkway that now stretches across the beach, Eli resting comfortably against my chest, and for a moment I just take it in.The water looks clearer than I remember the kind of blue people travel across the world to see. The sand is soft and even no longer scattered with broken pieces of what used to be here. The pathways are finished now leading down toward the beach in smooth lines, lights already installed for the evenings when the sky turns gold and the ocean reflects it like glass and the villas the a’re almost done not just structures anymore but something real, something beautiful, something that actually fits here instead of taking over it. Small, elegant, built in a way that feels like they belong to the island instead of trying to change it.People move around everywhere but it’s different now and the town they are not watching from the side anymore they are part of it laughing, working, talk

Maya’s POVPeople think distance means safety that if you can’t see something it’s not there that if enough time passes things just go away.They’re wrong.I lean back against the wall just far enough into the shadows that no one would notice me unless they were looking for me specifically which they’re not because they think I’m gone they think I’m out of the picture, they think I lost.I didn’t lose I just stepped back there’s a difference from where I’m standing, I can see the house clearly.Not every detail but enough.Enough to know when he’s there.Enough to know when she’s there.Enough to know when they’re together and they are of course they are.I tilt my head slightly watching as the front door opens and Caroline steps out first her voice carrying even from this distance because she’s always been loud, always been dramatic always inserting herself into things that don’t belong to her.Like Lena.Like Ethan.Like everything that should have been mine.I don’t move and I don’

Lena’s POVI don’t realize something is off at first the house is quieter than usual not empty just arranged.Eli is asleep, finally after fighting sleep like it personally offended him, and I’m standing in the kitchen rinsing a cup when I notice it too quiet no footsteps no Ethan moving around no sound of him on the phone or checking something or pretending he’s not watching me from across the room.I dry my hands slowly looking toward the hallway. “Ethan?” I call out.No answer.I frown slightly, stepping out of the kitchen and walking toward the living room nothing the bedroom are also empty I stop for a second confused he was here I know he was here before I can think too much about it I hear the front door open behind me making me turn and there he is standing there like nothing is strange like disappearing for ten minutes is normal.“You just vanish now?” I ask.He closes the door behind him looking way too calm. “I went out,” he says.“I noticed.”He watches me for a second the

Ryan's POV Disappearing is easier than people think and not in the dramatic, desperate way most imagine it. It isn’t about running fast or looking over your shoulder every second, it’s about stepping back quietly enough that no one notices when you’re gone and, more importantly, no one notices when you come back.I sit in the corner of a small café that doesn’t ask questions, slowly stirring a cup of coffee I don’t even want, my attention fixed on the street outside without making it obvious. The city is different the name I’m using is different and to anyone who might be looking I’m just another man passing through but none of that actually matters because I’m still here, and I’m still thinking.The news cycle has already moved on, just like it always does. People react, they talk, they pick sides, and then something new comes along and replaces it all. The Millers are already fading into yesterday’s story, reduced to headlines about arrests, charges, fraud, and murder as if everythi