All Chapters of Wrecking My Ex-husband : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"You've got some nerve coming here," Julia Gilbert, Nora's mother, snapped the moment she spotted Jeremiah. Her eyes narrowing dangerously. Jeremiah rose from his seat slowly, guilt pressing down on his shoulders like a weight he couldn’t shake off. His face was pale, eyes haunted. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Gilbert,” he said quietly. “I never meant for any of this to happen. I..I didn’t even know she was pregnant.” Julia glared at him with all the fury and heartbreak she’d carried for years. Her voice trembled with grief, but her words hit like steel. “Just leave my daughter alone," she spat, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. "Please...just leave her and my entire family alone." Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, knuckles turning white with the strain of controlling herself. "Haven't you done enough already?" She stepped closer, tears brimming in her eyes. “She’s in the OR fighting for her life because of you. You’re the one who divorced her. You’re th

Kimberly was fuming by the time Jeremiah finally made it back to the car. She had been pacing beside the vehicle in the hospital parking lot for over two hours, heels clicking against the pavement, her nerves stretched thin. It was getting very late and the chilly night air only made her more irritable. But when she saw Jeremiah walking toward her, all her anger froze. His shoulders were slumped, his face ghostly pale, and his eyes were completely hollow. He looked like a man who had just crawled out of hell. Kimberly swallowed back her frustration. Now wasn’t the time to snap at him. Not yet. He didn’t say a word as he reached the car. He simply got in, turned the ignition, and began to drive. The silence was unbearable. Minutes passed. They were already on the highway, headed back to his estate, when Kimberly noticed the needle on the speedometer ticking upward. Sixty. Seventy. Eighty. “Jeremiah,” she said, trying to keep her voice even. “Slow down.” He didn’t respond. His g

Four days had passed and I was finally discharged from the hospital. But my injury was still fresh, so I had to be very carefully taken care of like some fragile doll, and rest every chance I got. But how could I focus on healing when my Dad was spending days and nights in a prison cell?I couldn’t believe I was doing this. But it was the only way. Alister couldn’t find another way. As the elevator climbed higher in Jeremiah’s glass office, I could feel my stomach twisting. Whether it was nerves, anger, or the two tiny lives growing inside me, I wasn’t sure.All I knew was this: I was walking straight into the lion’s den.The doors slid open with a quiet ding, revealing Jeremiah’s office. Sleek, cold and soulless. Just like him.He was already there, of course. Sitting behind a marble desk. "Nora," he said smoothly, rising to his feet. His eyes softening as they landed on my stomach."Jeremiah." I replied between clenched teeth.He motioned to the chair across from him. "To what do

I slammed the door behind me and let my back fall against it, my entire body sagging with exhaustion. The doctor had warned me that my stitches were still healing, but I’d ignored it. Of course I had. Everything about today had just been a mental drain. But I didn’t cry. Just sucked in a deep breath like a big girl and just stood there. But then I heard Muffled voices upstairs. I frowned and pushed off the door, dragging myself toward the staircase with stiff limbs. As I reached the top step, I paused. One voice stood out. Deep and Familiar. I froze completely. It couldn’t be. I hurried down the hallway and turned into the living room and stopped cold. There, standing beside Alister with his head bowed and hands clasped like he was in mourning, was the last person I expected to see. “Dad?” He looked up slowly, and I saw everything in his eyes. Pain. Shame. Guilt. Tears pricked at the backs of mine. “You’re back.” Alister gave me a small smile. “The charges we

Nora’s POV“So wait.” Henry raised his brow, setting down his fork. “Let me get this straight. You don’t want revenge anymore?” “Yes.” I let out a sigh and leaned back in my seat. “For the hundredth time, no more revenge.” He blinked at me like I had grown a second head. “You’re serious.” “As serious as a heart attack.” We were seated in one of the fanciest restaurants in the city. Dim lighting, a string quartet humming in the background, chandeliers dripping from the ceiling. It was romantic, elegant… and yet Henry was managing to kill the mood with his interrogator energy. I had said yes to this date because, well, he had asked sweetly and honestly, I needed a reason to wear lipstick again. Plus, the man looked way too good in a blazer for his own good. “You can’t be serious, Nora,” he said again, clearly not buying it. I picked up my wine and gave him a patient look. “I am serious. I just want peace.” He snorted. “Peace? After everything that bastard did to you?” I tilted