All Chapters of Divorce on my Birthday, Revenge on His.: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

To see her was not to recognize her.Mrs. Clara was wrapped up in bandages as if she were a parcel ready to be shipped, lying completely still on the hospital bed. She had been found in a completely bad state and rushed to the emergency room, remaining completely unconscious for the past four days.The door opened and Annalie entered. She had been told by the attending nurse just a moment ago that her mother's eyes had finally opened.Annalie walked hurriedly toward the bedside and broke down in tears once again. Looking at her mother’s broken state, she could barely hold it together. "Mother," she called out shakingly to her.Mrs. Clara's eyes were barely open, rolling slowly as she tried to focus on her daughter's face.Every single part of her body was hurting. She tried to shift her weight up but she couldn't move her arms or her torso. The tight layers of medical gauze wrapped around her held her completely pinned to the bed She felt entirely weightless, yet incredibly heavy.Anna

A wedding....?The innocent question from the little girl left Charles completely frozen in time... The words repeated in his head, louder than any other noise in the playground around him. What a horrifying way to know your ex-wife is getting married and to be invited as the best man. He couldn't say a single word. He just stood there, his eyes fixed on Gianna's face as the shock left him unable to breathe.Gianna didn't notice the storm she had just caused. She stood there perfectly content, holding the colorful basket tightly to her arms, smiling up at Charles while she waited for a reply...Before Charles could even pull enough air into his lungs to force a word out, Bianca came rushing up to their side. Her heart was hammering violently in her chest, as if the truth had been laid wide open in front of him the exact moment she realized Gianna was speaking to Charles.She knelt on the fake grass, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled Gianna a little away from Charles, not even

The call ended and the speaker went completely dead.Charles's head was still lowered, motionless, as he breathed slowly. He felt completely hollowed out, as if there was absolutely nothing left inside him to fight with.He didn't even know where he was supposed to start anymore. What was he going to do? Was his daughter ever even going to accept him as her father? He couldn't stop thinking about Gianna smiling at him and calling him "Daddy's friend." It broke his heart that his own daughter saw him as something else...For more than five minutes, he just sat there in the dark, silent car, entirely paralyzed by the despair. Sweat ran down his face as tears kept falling from his eyes. He didn't even have the strength to wipe them away. He sat there in silence, breathing heavily as his injured hand throbbed with sharp pain.Finally, Charles let out a weak, ragged sigh that shook his entire frame. He forced himself to sit back up, wiping his face harshly with his good hand as he reached

Rosina's face went pale just by looking up at her and she realized a small drop of urine had seeped into her panties. Her whole body felt cold. How was Mrs. Camilla standing in front of her now…the woman she had sworn was never going to get better to tell her secret? What was she going to do now?Mrs. Camilla’s face broke into a smile just by looking at her shivering body. She had waited for this exact day. Her face looked slightly leaner because of how her long sickness had worn her down for years, but entering the new year a month ago had brought a magic she didn't expect to experience. She had stood up and could speak clearly without any form of stuttering. But she knew she had to continue faking her condition, knowing it wasn’t the right time yet. It pained her to the very core seeing her son look so completely helpless each and every day he came into her room, but Rosina’s mockery kept pushing her forward until she knew she was strong enough for this very day.She stopped pacing l

The next morning, Bianca didn't even sleep for a single hour. She spent the entire night pacing around her bedroom, her eyes red, swollen from crying, and also filled with fear. Her mind was spinning with desperate thoughts. She couldn't lose her daughter. She spent the early dawn hours speaking with lawyer after lawyer on her phone, her voice completely trembling."I want to have full custody of my daughter, this and this and that," she demanded into the receiver.But one of the lawyers hesitated. "Ms Morrieti, as of right now, Mr. Warren has not yet officially claimed paternity or filed any motions. We cannot legally block him from seeing the child until….""There is no way he is getting near her!…My daughter is mine only!" Bianca interrupted sharply, struggling to catch her breath…While she was still on the phone, she suddenly heard a soft rustling behind her. She turned around sharply, her heart beating fast. Gianna was standing at the door of her room, which Bianca had completely