Todos los capítulos de Divorce on my Birthday, Revenge on His.: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Bianca's POVI've lived long enough to learn that life doesn't change... people do. They say time heals everything. I don't know if that's true. I think time simply teaches you how to live with the things you couldn't change and how to bleed quietly.Five years ago, I thought my life had ended. I lost people and my dreams. I lost pieces of myself I never thought I would get back.Yet somehow, life kept moving. The sun still rose every morning. My daughter kept growing. And little by little, I learned how to breathe again.Not because the pain disappeared.But because I no longer had a choice except to keep going. Some scars never leave. Some names never stop hurting.And some memories stay buried quietly in the corners of your heart no matter how many years pass. Four years had changed everything. Including me. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself before walking toward the mirror.The woman staring back at me barely resembled the person I used to be. The long

Rosina was having the best day she had experienced in years. As her car parked at the dealership building, Meridian M&A, Rosina hurried across the lobby of the high-rise building, barely paying attention to anyone around her. A wide smile remained on her face. She was already thinking about what came next.... paying for a new home, a new company and a fresh start. She turned a corner too quickly and accidentally bumped into someone. “Oh!” The man stepped back immediately. “Sorry about that.” Rosina looked up, staring at his face. The man offered a polite nod before continuing toward the exit. Something about him felt strangely familiar, like she had seen him somewhere before. She stood there with a slight frown, turning to watch him walk away. Rosina frowned a bit more. The answer stayed frustratingly out of reach. After a few seconds, she shook her head and continued on her way. It didn’t matter; she had probably mistaken him for someone else. Rosina quickly headed toward the con

Rosina's heart skipped violently, making her lose her balance as she fell back onto the couch. The name Moretti echoed repeatedly in her head, and suddenly, the conversation she had just had with her parents came rushing back."Mr Moretti has finally relocated to the States."The lawyer kept talking on the other end, repeatedly saying, "Mrs Warren? Hello? Mrs Warren?" But Rosina couldn't hear him anymore. She remained frozen in shock as the words replayed in her head over and over again. The phone slipped from her hand and landed on the floor, yet she barely noticed.For several seconds, she simply sat there, staring into space. Then a surge of panic shot through her. Gathering what little courage she had left, she rushed upstairs, nearly tripping and losing her balance several times before finally reaching her room. The files she had thrown aside earlier in excitement were still scattered across the floor.With trembling hands and an unsteady body, she dropped to her knees and began g

Rosina had been trying to reach the lawyer since the previous day, but none of her calls was going through. The frustration had built up quickly, and by nightfall, she had already drunk herself into exhaustion, trying to drown the panic she couldn't control.But morning came anyway.And with it came the anger that hadn't faded.She was already at the dealership building, striding through the hallway leading to the lawyer's office with sharp, restless steps. At this point, she didn't care anymore about the money sitting in her account or the opportunities the sale could bring. If Bianca had her hands on it, then Rosina would rather lose everything than let it belong to her.She was not a loser. She would never be the loser Bianca thought she was.The moment the lawyer stepped out of the elevator shortly after seven in the morning, he stopped in his tracks. His brows furrowed in confusion as he spotted Rosina already standing outside his office.He certainly hadn't expected to see her wa

Charles had been sitting at a coffee shop with Adolph for the past fifteen minutes without saying a single word. Physically, he was there, but mentally, he wasn't. There were files spread across the table that Adolph had brought. Files of old records, company reports and financial statements.One file after another, Adolph continued talking, explaining one issue after another regarding the Warren Group. Since Charles still owned a hundred percent of the other branches across the world, there was a high possibility of getting this one back. There was no better handler than the owner himself.Yet Charles hadn't heard half of it.Not because he didn't care, but because his mind was somewhere else entirely. Since yesterday, he felt like he was still floating on cloud nine and praying it wasn't all just a dream.The image of Bianca standing beside that white sedan refused to leave him.How was she alive? Where had she been all these years? Why hadn't she come back?Question after question k