All Chapters of After The Divorce, He Regretted Everything : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The world learned her name overnight.Yvonne sat in the command center and watched it happen, her face filled the screens, languages she could not speak or understand was heard from the people holding her image. Some called her a hero, some called her a weapon, some called her a warning.She felt none of it, all she felt was exhaustion.The room around her never stopped moving. Phones rang, analysts shouted coordinates, news feeds rolled across every wall, hospitals locked their doors. Crowds gathered with signs carrying her name like it belonged to them.It did not.It never had.Adrian stood behind her chair with his hand placed on the backrest.Marcus spoke with commands across three channels at once, his voice was calm but tired.They were fighting a war that did not look like war and somehow she was standing in the center of it.“I should never have spoken,” Yvonne saidAdrian looked at her.“If you did not speak,” he said, “those bombs would have killed thousands.”“And now my

The timers began to fall together.The screens behind the stage blinked numbers. Dozens of timers ticking in perfect rhythm. Hospitals from different places but same fear.Yvonne stood in the center of the light, staring at the walls of countdowns. Every number felt like a heartbeat she could hear inside her skull.This was too big, too many.No single voice could hold this much weight.The founder watched her with calm interest, his hands were folded behind his back again. To him, this was not horror, it was proof.“You wanted responsibility,” he said softly into the microphone. “Here it is.”The words hit hard than anything.Yvonne forced herself to move and stepped closer to the screens. “Open every channel,” she ordered.Her voice carried authority.Somewhere in the control trucks, operators obeyed, feeds were connected, audio lines opened. Different hospitals flooded her ears with noise.Crying, prayers and orders shouted in panic.She closed her eyes for one second.Not to esc

The city return to normal.By morning, the streets were clean, barricades were gone, the stage in the square had been taken apart like it never was there.Yvonne stood by the window of a temporary safe house and watched traffic move below. Cars followed lights,pedestrians crossedHer mind was not at mind, she was worried that the founder is nowhere to be found, that he might be planning something more dangerous.That scares her more.Adrian sat on the couch behind her, speaking quietly into his phone. Marcus stood near the door, reading reports.The room was filled with worries and tension.“He is gone,” Marcus said again, like repetition might change the truth.Yvonne did not turn.“Yes,” she answered softly. “He is.”No anger, no panic just acceptance.That frightened Marcus more than anything.“We will find him,” he said. “He left a trail. He always leaves a trail.”“He leaves paths,” Yvonne replied. “Not trails. Paths are meant to be followed, he leaves a clear direction for oth

The hospital waited for her voice.She grabbed the intercom and hummed softly in it.Everyone was listening.Patients and doctors.Her lips were open but no sound came out.The founder’s message showed on her screen . “Say my name.”The nurse beside her was crying while still squeezing the manual bag, her hands were slipping and her arms were shaking from exhaustion.“We are out,” the woman whispered.The words hit Yvonne hard.The oxygens are out, not low.The air inside the ward felt thinner instantly. The intercom waited.One sentence, that was all it would take.Yvonne closed her eyes.She saw the stage again, the countdown, the crowd, the choice to stand still. She remembered the feeling in her chest when she decided that fear would not move her.This was the same moment.Just quieter and closerIf she said his name, people would live.And also if I she say his name, he would own every life saved after this.Every breath would belong to him and that was the trap, not death bu

The warehouse felt smaller after the video ended.The air that once felt clean now pressed heavy against Yvonne’s chest. The sound of sirens outside grew distant.The screen in her hand was dark but the image stayed.The man in the chair.The smile.The calm certainty that this was not over.Marcus grabbed the phone gently.“Playback,” he ordered.The video rolled again, same angle, same lighting, same man. No glitch, no obvious trick.Adrian watched with a tight jaw.“That is him,” he said.Marcus did not answer right away, he studied the video carefully.“It is him,” he agreed slowly. “But that does not mean this is now.”Yvonne forced herself to breathe.“Time stamp says one hour ago,” she whispered.“That can be faked,” Marcus replied.“Yes,” she said. “But why fake it if the point is fear?”No one had an answer.Across the warehouse, officers dragged the captured founder toward the exit. He walked without resistance, his head hung low, no dramatic speech, no last smile.He looked