All Chapters of I MARRIED MY EX'S RIVAL : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The day started quietly.Too quietly.Judy woke up that morning with a strange heaviness in her chest. She lay on the bed for a while, staring at the ceiling, listening to the soft sound of birds outside the window. The events of the past days kept replaying in her mind—the meeting, the stares, Isabella’s sharp words in the restroom, and the strange encounter at the café.Something felt wrong.She slowly got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She washed her face, trying to calm herself.“It’s nothing,” she whispered. “You’re just tired.”After dressing up simply, she went downstairs for breakfast. The dining room was quiet. David had already left early for work. A maid served her breakfast with a small smile.“Good morning, Madam.”“Good morning,” Judy replied softly.She sat down but barely touched her food. Her phone lay beside her plate. She picked it up, unlocked it, and scrolled aimlessly.Then suddenly—Her phone vibrated.One message.Then another.And another.Her brows pu

David stood alone in his study.The lights were dim.The city outside the window was quiet, but his mind was loud.Too loud.He loosened his tie and ran a hand through his hair. His reflection in the glass looked tired. Confused. Angry.He could still hear Judy’s voice.“I swear, David. I didn’t kiss him.”Her tears.Her shaking hands.The way she looked at him, like he was her last hope.David clenched his jaw.“I want to believe you,” he said quietly to himself.He did want to.But the pictures.The headlines.The damage.He had been betrayed before.By someone he trusted like a brother.Clark.That memory still hurt.And that was what scared him.“What if I’m wrong again?” he whispered.He turned away from the window and picked up his phone.He pressed a number he knew by heart.The call connected quickly.“Yes, sir,” a deep voice answered.“Lucas,” David said. “I need you.”“Anything, sir.”“I want a private investigation,” David said firmly. “Quiet. No leaks.”There was a pause.

The morning sunlight streamed softly into the room, warming the edges of the floor. Judy sat quietly on the edge of her bed, her fingers nervously tracing the hem of her robe. The house was calm. Too calm. Too empty. Ever since the cafe incident and the rumors that followed, a cold distance had settled between her and David. Even though they lived under the same roof, it felt like they were worlds apart. Judy’s heart ached every time she saw him. She missed the small moments—the gentle brush of his hand, the quiet conversations at breakfast, even the soft arguments that once made her feel alive. She wondered if she had done something wrong. Or maybe the mask of their contract had become too heavy, keeping them apart. She took a deep breath and decided she couldn’t stay silent anymore. She needed to reach out, in small ways, without forcing him. Her first plan was simple. A cup of coffee. Nothing big. Just a small gesture to remind him she cared. She carefully prepared his

The mansion was unusually quiet. In one of the big, luxurious rooms, Isabella was pacing back and forth. Her hands were clenched into fists. Her face was red with anger. Clara sat on the sofa, trying to stay calm. She had been there for a while, trying to talk sense into Isabella. “Isabella, please calm down,” Clara said softly. “It’s not worth it.” Isabella turned sharply, her eyes blazing. “Not worth it?” she shouted. “Not worth it, Clara? Are you kidding me?” Clara flinched but didn’t move. “The news… the one about Judy with that man… it didn’t go viral,” Isabella said, her voice trembling with rage. Clara tried again. “I know. But we can still—” “No!” Isabella yelled, cutting her off. “We tried to ruin her. We worked for days planning everything. And it didn’t work. Everyone is still praising her!” Clara swallowed hard. She could feel the tension in the room like a heavy weight. “I know, Isabella,” she said carefully. “Maybe we should wait for another t

The city lights shone faintly through the tall windows as David’s car pulled into the driveway. The streets were quiet now. The traffic had calmed down, but David’s mind was loud. He had lost thirty billion from the company today. Thirty billion. He didn’t know how it happened. He had checked reports, he had spoken to managers, he had been careful… but the money was gone. His hands shook slightly on the steering wheel. *Thirty billion…* he muttered to himself. *How… how did this happen?* He opened the car door, stepped out, and felt the cool night air on his face. But the air did nothing to calm him. His mind kept spinning. Mistakes? No. Mismanagement? He had been careful. Fraud? Maybe. But who could have done this? He didn’t know. David’s jaw tightened. His chest felt heavy. *I can’t think straight,* he muttered. *I need… something…* He didn’t want to call anyone. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. So he went inside the mansion. The house was dark. Quie