All Chapters of He Divorced Me On Our Anniversary: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

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171. Taken or fought for

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

172. The words that breaks everything

Lena’s POVThe first thing I feel is the weight it presses into me slowly, like I am surfacing through something heavy and thick my body reluctant to move my mind even slower to catch up, and for a moment I do not understand where I am or why everything feels so far away from me.There is a sound somewhere close steady and rhythmic and it takes me a few seconds to realize it is a machine, something monitoring something something important, something connected to me, and that realization pulls me a little closer to awareness.My eyes open slowly the light is too bright at first sharp and unfamiliar, and I blink against it trying to focus trying to make sense of the shapes around me, the pale walls, the sterile smell, the quiet hum of equipment that does not belong to anything familiar.A hospital.The memory does not come all at once it slips in piece by piece the shore, Ryan, Eli and the struggle.My chest tightens suddenly my body reacting before my mind can fully catch up and I shif

173. In the stars

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

174. Three months without you

Lena’s POVGrief changes shape over time, but it never truly leaves at first it feels violent and unbearable like something tearing through your chest every second of the day but eventually it becomes quieter, settling into the spaces between moments until you almost forget it is there, and then something small happens a scent, a memory, a song playing somewhere in the distance, and suddenly it is crushing you all over again.Three months have passed since Ethan’s funeral and somehow the world has continued moving as if nothing important disappeared from it.The island feels emptier now not physically but emotionally.The white sand still stretches endlessly beneath the sun, the water still glows blue beneath the light and the villas still stand untouched in their polished perfection but none of it feels the same anymore because he is not here.Nothing feels real without him here.I stand outside one of the villas overlooking the ocean my arms folded tightly against myself as the wind

175. The last thing he left behind

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

176. The woman in Black

Lena’s POVGrief does not disappear simply because another day begins and motherhood does not pause long enough to allow you time to recover from heartbreak which means exhaustion becomes something constant, something woven into every hour whether you are ready for it or not.By the third night back in Los Angeles my body feels so drained that even opening my eyes hurts but sometime after two in the morning Eli’s cries break through the silence of the bedroom and pull me awake instantly.For a moment I lie there staring at the ceiling while nausea rolls heavily through my stomach, sharp enough to make me press my hand against my mouth before I even sit up, and the combination of pregnancy exhaustion and grief settles over me so heavily that I honestly do not know how I am still functioning.Eli cries again through the baby monitor louder this time, and despite how badly my body wants rest I push the blankets back and force myself out of bed.The bedroom feels painfully empty without E

177. Somewhere in Italy

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

178. The ring

Lena’s POVThe house never truly feels quiet anymore because silence inside grief sounds different from ordinary silence, carrying weight in every room like something important is missing from the air itself and some mornings the emptiness feels so sharp that even breathing inside this mansion hurts.Today is one of those mornings sunlight spills softly through the bedroom curtains while I sit against the headboard still wearing one of Ethan’s old shirts my swollen eyes fixed on the small gold ring resting on the nightstand beside me.His wedding ring.The only thing they brought back the engraving inside catches the light every time I look at it.Lena forever.The words feel cruel now beautiful but cruel.Eli crawls across the bed toward me with determined little movements while soft baby sounds leave him every few seconds, and despite the heaviness crushing my chest the sight of him still manages to pull something warm through me.He looks more like Ethan every day the same eyes and

179. Fragments

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

180. CEO Carter

Lena’s POVThe problem with becoming responsible for an empire overnight is that grief does not pause long enough for you to learn how to carry it properly.Every morning begins before I feel ready for it and every night ends with exhaustion so heavy that sometimes I fall asleep without even remembering closing my eyes but despite how overwhelmed I constantly feel the company continues moving forward because businesses do not stop simply because someone important died and unfortunately neither does the rest of life.By the second week of officially taking over Carter Enterprises the pressure surrounding me has become almost unbearable the media follows everything I do, investors analyze every public statement I make, executives question every decision behind carefully polite smiles and somewhere beneath all of that I am still a grieving widow trying to raise a baby while carrying another child alone.The only thing keeping me functioning most days is routine like wake up, feed Eli, tr

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