Lahat ng Kabanata ng He Divorced Me On Our Anniversary: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Lena’s POVThe cold air reaches me before my eyes fully open the sharp scent of salt and ocean water cutting through the fog still dragging through my mind and for a moment everything feels disjointed like I am being pulled into awareness too quickly without understanding where I am or how I got here but the movement beneath my feet and the distant crash of waves against the shore force reality back into place in a way that makes my chest tighten instantly the memory does not come slowly it hits all at once. Ryan. the house and Eli.The panic rises so fast that it overrides the weakness in my body pushing through the dizziness as I force myself upright my arms instinctively searching for him before I even turn my head and the second I see him in the arms of one of Ryan’s men crying and reaching for me something deep inside me breaks into something far more dangerous than fear.“Give him back to me,” I say my voice rough but rising, every word carrying more force than I feel capable of

Lena’s POVLos Angeles feels louder than I remember but not in a way that comforts me because every sound seems distant and hollow like the city kept moving while something inside me stopped completely.The car slows as we turn into the long driveway of the mansion and my chest tightens the moment the gates open because nothing has changed.The gardens are still perfectly trimmed the fountain still runs with the same quiet elegance and the house stands exactly the way it always did untouched, unmoved, as if time refused to acknowledge that everything inside me has fallen apart.I do not move right away when the car stops because this was home once this was where everything began and everything broke and now I am back here without him.Keenan opens the door slowly his movements careful, like he understands what this place means to me.“We can take it one step at a time you do not have to rush anything,” he says gently.I nod even though nothing about this can be taken slowly and I step

Lena’s POVThe paper in my hands does not feel real I stare at it for so long that the words begin to blur together black ink swimming against white while my mind struggles to catch up with what the doctor already confirmed what my body already knew before I allowed myself to admit it.Pregnant three months I should feel happiness, shock and fear but instead I feel grief so deep that it settles into my bones because the first person I want to tell is the one person who is not here to hear it.The clinic parking lot is quiet around me as I sit motionless behind the steering wheel the engine still off, the ultrasound photo trembling slightly between my fingers while tears gather in my eyes faster than I can stop them beside me Eli sleeps peacefully in his car seat, completely unaware that my entire world just shifted again.His tiny chest rises and falls steadily beneath the soft blue blanket wrapped around him, his curls messy from sleep, his small hand resting against his cheek in a w

Maya’s POVThe villa overlooks Lake Como in a way that almost feels unreal with enormous windows stretching from floor to ceiling while pale morning light spreads slowly across the water below turning everything silver and gold beneath the quiet Italian sunrise and most people would probably look at this place and see peace.I see something entirely different when I look at it I see control, I see privacy and I see the reward for months of planning that nearly fell apart the night of the explosion.The villa had been prepared long before Ethan was brought here because I knew from the beginning that if I wanted him separated completely from the life he built with Lena I would need somewhere isolated enough to bury him without anyone asking questions. America would have been too obvious and staying anywhere remotely connected to his old world would have been dangerous which made Italy perfect because places like this protect wealthy secrets better than any locked room ever could.The a

Ethan’s POVThere is something deeply unsettling about knowing your own name but still feeling disconnected from yourself in ways you cannot explain because every morning I wake up inside this villa with the same awareness settling through me all over again the awareness that pieces of my life exist somewhere beyond my reach while everyone around me pretends that is normal.The doctors call it trauma recovery and Maya calls it healing but to me it feels more like standing inside a room filled with locked doors while hearing voices behind them that I cannot fully reach.The frustration of it settles heavier every day. I stand near the balcony overlooking the lake with one hand braced lightly against the railing while cool morning air moves through the open doors behind me, and despite the beauty surrounding this place, despite the silence and luxury and carefully controlled calm something about being here continues to feel wrong in ways I cannot properly define.My body healed faster t