All Chapters of After Divorce, I Became Mrs. Ford: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Vanessa didn’t speak immediately.Adrian’s single word — yes — hung in the silence between them like a weight neither of them could ignore.Outside her apartment window, the city lights shimmered across the river, but she barely noticed them.Her focus stayed on the phone pressed to her ear.“You’re going to explain,” she said finally.Her voice was calm.Too calm.Adrian heard it immediately.“Yes,” he said quietly.“Because right now,” Vanessa continued, “there’s a news article circulating that suggests you manipulated a corporate merger and ruined thousands of investors.”A pause.“And you just confirmed the story is connected to you.”“Yes.”Vanessa closed her eyes briefly.“Then start talking.”---Across the city, Adrian stood inside his office, staring out at the skyline.He had known this day might come.Marco Silva had always kept that story like a loaded gun.Something he could fire whenever it became convenient.Apparently, today was that day.“The article isn’t lying,” Adr

The gallery lights were warm.Soft gold spilled across the walls, illuminating canvases that carried pieces of Elena’s soul. People moved slowly through the space, murmuring quietly as they paused in front of each painting.Some tilted their heads thoughtfully.Some leaned closer.Some simply stood there, staring.Elena watched them from across the room, her fingers curled tightly around the stem of a champagne glass she hadn’t taken a sip from.Her first exhibition.Six months ago, the idea would have terrified her.Now, she was standing in the middle of it.Lucas appeared beside her, effortlessly weaving through the crowd.He held two glasses of champagne, handing one to her even though he knew she probably wouldn’t drink it.“You’re supposed to look proud,” he said casually.Elena raised an eyebrow.“I am proud.”“You look like someone waiting for the ceiling to collapse.”She laughed softly.“I just didn’t think this many people would come.”Lucas gestured around the gallery.“The

The rain started before dawn.It tapped against the glass windows of Elena’s apartment like impatient fingers, steady and relentless. The sky outside was the dull gray of a day that hadn’t decided whether it wanted to cry or simply brood.Elena stood in the kitchen, staring into the mug of coffee she hadn’t touched.Her mind had been restless all night.Adrian’s words from yesterday kept replaying over and over again in her head.“I’m not asking you to forgive me. I’m asking you to see me now.”Now.After three years of silence.After a divorce that had ripped her life apart.After he had watched her walk away without stopping her.She closed her eyes briefly, pressing her fingers against the edge of the counter.Why now?Why when she had finally started breathing again?Behind her, the soft shuffle of footsteps sounded.Lucas appeared in the doorway, still wearing the gray T-shirt he’d slept in. His hair was messy, his expression calm in the way it always was.“You didn’t sleep.”It

The bracelet felt heavier than it should.Elena stood by the studio window after Adrian left, turning the thin silver chain slowly between her fingers. Light caught on the small charm attached to it, sending tiny reflections across the floor.Her wedding bracelet.A piece of a life she thought she had buried.Lucas watched her quietly from across the studio.“You’re thinking too hard again,” he said.Elena didn’t look up.“I’m just remembering.”“That’s usually the same thing.”She exhaled softly and finally set the bracelet down on the wooden table beside her.“I don’t understand him.”Lucas leaned back against the wall.“That’s probably because you’re trying to apply logic to regret.”Elena turned toward him.“You think this is just regret?”Lucas shrugged.“It started as regret.”“And now?”He studied her carefully before answering.“Now I think he’s scared.”“Of what?”Lucas met her gaze.“Of losing you permanently.”Elena folded her arms.“He already did.”Lucas didn’t respond.I

The rain started before dawn.Not the soft kind that whispered against the windows. This rain was relentless—heavy drops slamming against the glass like fists demanding to be let in.She stood by the window of her apartment, arms wrapped around herself, watching the gray morning swallow the city.For the first time in weeks, her chest felt… tight.Not the quiet sadness she had learned to live with.Something else.Something restless.Something that wouldn’t let her breathe properly.She hated that she knew why.Him.He had looked at her differently last night.Not with arrogance.Not with control.Not even with the quiet guilt he carried these days.No.He looked terrified.And that expression had followed her home.It was still sitting somewhere deep in her chest like a stone.She sighed and turned away from the window.Her phone buzzed on the table.Her heart jumped before she could stop it.She hated that reaction.Hated that after everything, her body still remembered him before h