All Chapters of Wrecking My Ex-husband : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Somehow, through what I can only describe as skilled emotional manipulation, Henry convinced me to spend the night at his place. I had wanted to say no. I really had. But he insisted it would be safer until the police got involved. And honestly, after being rammed off the road, I wasn't exactly feeling brave. Still, the idea of staying at his place left a weird lump in my throat. It wasn’t about sleeping over. I was a grown woman, I had done worse. It was just… everything had happened so fast. I sighed and pulled out my phone and dialed Mum. Not because I needed permission, God no! I was twenty-nine. But just so she and the rest of the family didn’t freak out when I didn’t come home. She picked up on the second ring. “Hey, sweetheart. How’s the date going?” I hesitated, chewing the inside of my cheek. Should I casually drop the I got engaged bombshell? Or maybe start with the someone tried to murder us bit? “Uh... it’s going great,” I said vaguely. “Actually... I’m going to sp

"Ahhh!" The scream pierced the air like a bullet, jolting both Henry and me out of bed. My heart slammed into my ribs as I shot upright, yanking the covers up around my chest. For a second, I thought something terrible had happened—like the house was under attack or worse...But then I saw her. Standing at the foot of the bed, trembling with rage and wide-eyed like she had just walked in on her worst nightmare, was Mandy. Henry’s ever-so-devoted personal assistant. I hadn't seen her for a long while. She looked like she had just caught her husband cheating. Except the husband wasn’t hers. And neither was the bed. "Mandy? What the hell are you doing here?" Henry barked, scrambling to pull on a pair of sweatpants. I didn’t move. I just lay there, naked beneath the covers, clutching them to my chest as I watched the scene unfold. Mandy’s glare snapped to me, her face blotchy and red. I could tell she was furious seeing me here. "I came to check on you! You’ve missed meetings and

Nora's POV Two detectives and two policemen arrived at Henry’s estate barely ten minutes after Mandy drove out of the gates.The moment they stepped in, the mood changed, replacing the easy warmth of Henry’s home with something cold and serious. The taller detective introduced himself as Detective Morrow. The other, younger one with sharp features and a tight jaw, said nothing, but watched us with intense, unblinking focus.I folded my hands in my lap, trying to calm the slight tremor running through them. The teacup in front of me sat untouched, its steam curling into the air like a question I didn’t know how to answer.Henry did most of the talking.He explained how I had noticed the dark sedan following us, how I had warned him, how the driver sped up, tried to ram into our car. He described the twists and turns of the chase with terrifying accuracy, his voice clipped and steady, like someone reliving each second in his head."You're sure the driver made contact with your car?" D

Jeremiah sat in his office, staring into nothing. The silence was suffocating. It had been weeks since he last saw Nora, weeks of self-inflicted exile. He leaned back in his chair, eyes shut, letting out a long, ragged sigh. He was giving her space. Space she deserved. After everything he had done, after the lies, the betrayal, she needed time. Peace. And God, he hoped she had found a little of it. For her sake. For the babies. His babies. No matter what Nora said, no matter how she tried to deny it, he felt it in his bones. They were his. Jeremiah ran a hand through his hair and clenched his jaw. How had he let everything fall apart? If he hadn't screwed it all up, she would still be in his arms. He would have made her tea in the mornings, massaged her swollen ankles, whispered stupid jokes against her neck until she smiled again. Instead, she was with that bastard. Henry Worth. Jeremiah’s jaw tightened. He didn’t care how charming Henry seemed to others, He knew that Henry was

"I was at work," Jeremiah said finally, his jaw tight. "And my assistant Andrew can vouch for me." Henry let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Yeah, of course, your paid assistant, who does whatever the hell you tell him to do." His tone was pure venom, it was very obvious that he wanted Jeremiah to be guilty. Jeremiah’s eyes narrowed, but his voice stayed calm. “Well… the seventy-two cameras in the entire building should also attest for me. Considering I worked late yesterday until midnight and went straight home. Well…” His gaze turned to mine, his grey eyes warm. “…straight to my house. Because it’s no longer a home without you. Nora.” The words hit like a bullet. My chest tightened, heat rushing up my throat. Damn him. He knew exactly how to twist the knife. I glanced at Henry, who was already fuming, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles had gone white. His voice was lethal when he spat, “You don’t get to say those words to my fiancée, you bastard.” Jeremiah’s jaw flexed. Hi