All Chapters of Mrs. Hunt for 30 days: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

MitchelleI stared at Dr. Morrison, as my mind still struggled to process what he had just told me."Thank you, doctor," I managed to get out and my voice sounded hollow."I'll prescribe prenatal vitamins," Dr. Morrison continued, scribbling on his prescription pad. "Make sure you're eating regularly, getting adequate rest, and managing your stress levels as much as possible."I nodded mechanically and took the prescription from his hand. My feet carried me out of his office on autopilot, down the sterile hospital corridors and into the parking lot.Should I call Danika? Should I tell anyone?My hand hovered over my phone, Danika's contact already pulled up on the screen. She was my best friend, my lawyer, the person I trusted most in the world besides Dorian.But my mind hesitated. The life of both my husband and myself were in danger. Someone had tried to kill me once already and Dorian had taken the bullet. Even though I knew there was no way Danika could harm me, it was better if

MitchelleThe courtroom felt smaller than I expected, more intimate and therefore more terrifying. I sat beside Danika at the defendant's table, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to keep them from shaking.Across the aisle, Ivy sat with her legal team, the young boy Dariel positioned beside her like a prop. She looked calm, confident, almost serene.Judge Patricia Whitmore entered and we all stood. She was an older woman with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense expression that gave nothing away."Please be seated," Judge Whitmore instructed, settling into her chair. "We're here today to address the matter of Ivy Rothschild versus Mitchelle Rothschild regarding claims to the Roth estate and the legal validity of marriages to Mr. Dorian Rothschild."Ivy's lawyer, a slick man in an expensive suit named Gerald Chambers, stood first."Your Honor, my client Mrs. Ivy Rothschild was legally married to Dorian Rothschild eight years ago," he began smoothly. "The marriage certificate is on file with t

ChloeI was pacing the living room of the Hunt estate when my phone rang. Diana's name flashed on the screen and I grabbed it immediately."Tell me," I demanded."Success," Diana replied, I could hear the smile in her voice. "Complete and total success. The judge ruled in Ivy's favor. Mitchelle has been ordered to vacate the Roth estate with immediate effect."Relief and triumph flooded through me. I let out a laugh that bordered on hysterical."She lost everything?" I confirmed."Everything," Diana repeated. "The house, the assets, her claim to Dorian's company. All of it now belongs to Ivy as the legal wife."I collapsed onto the couch, grinning so wide my face hurt."I'll be at your estate in a few minutes," I announced. "We need to celebrate this properly.""I'm not at my estate," Diana corrected. "I'm at the Roth mansion with Ivy. We're helping her settle in. Come here instead."I grabbed my purse and keys, practically running to my car. The drive to the Roth estate felt like it

IvyI walked into the Roth Empire headquarters with Diana and Chloe flanking me like bodyguards. The sleek glass building towered over the city, a monument to everything Dorian had built and everything I was about to take.The reception area fell silent as we approached. The receptionist's eyes widened when she recognized me from years back."I'm here to address the executive team," I announced. "Immediately.""I... I'll call upstairs," the receptionist stammered, reaching for her phone."No need," Diana interjected smoothly. "We'll show ourselves up."We took the elevator to the top floor where Dorian's executive offices were located. The doors opened to reveal a modern space with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.A woman in a sharp burgundy suit stood waiting. Dorian’s assistant. Her expression was cold and unwelcoming."Mrs. Ivy Rothschild," she greeted without warmth. "I heard about the court ruling.""Then you know why I'm here," I replied, matching her icy tone."Th

Mitchelle The hospital corridors felt oppressive as we walked toward his ward. Every step closer made my chest tighter, and my breathing shallower."Are you nervous?" Danika asked quietly. "Leaving while he's still unconscious?""No," I admitted. "But I don't have a choice. I still need to see him one last time."We stopped outside Dr. Morrison's office first. He looked up with surprise when we knocked."Mrs. Roth," he greeted, then caught himself awkwardly. "I mean, Mitchelle. I heard about the court ruling.""That's why we're here," Danika interjected before I could speak. "Despite what the court says, we both know Mitchelle is Dorian's real wife. We need your help."Dr. Morrison shifted uncomfortably in his chair."I can't get involved in legal disputes," he stated carefully. "The hospital has policies...""We're not asking you to get involved legally," I interrupted. "We're asking you to keep watching over Dorian. Please, Dr. Morrison. The security protocols I established, the mo