All Chapters of My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

"So that's how he kept rolling perfect sets! I thought it was pure skill!"“I actually believed he was just lucky, turns out he's nothing but a crook."“Rigging the game in front of us all. Someone ought to teach him a lesson!"The lean man staggered back, caught off guard.He hadn't expected her to expose his scam.A knot of dread twisted in his stomach.How did she spot his trick?Did she know about his cup from the very beginning?“You…you knew the cup was rigged and still gambled with me! You set me up!" he roared, jabbing a finger at her.Rage and humiliation collided inside him.Dismissive, Amelia shrugged and pulled out her phone.“Excuses won't pay the bill. Transfer 1.1 million. Now."The lean man's eyes widened as he faced Amelia.“Can you even hear yourself? How outrageous of you to demand 1.1 million!"Losing a hundred grand was painful enough, adding a million felt downright criminal.Rules were rules, and Amelia didn't hesitate.“You set the penalty yourself. Cheaters pay

The thought of remaining in Meloria any longer made Amelia uneasy.“Alright. It won't take long," Lucas murmured. He recalled that Xavier Miller, the Miller family's patriarch, had a birthday celebration coming up soon. It would be best to attend it before leaving.This time, Lucas had been caught off guard. If the Millers hadn't stepped in, he would have taken more than just one bullet.Even now, some of the security around him was courtesy of the Miller family. His hospital stay had been arranged by them, though they couldn't exactly visit openly, not with so many eyes watching. The more people who knew he was injured, the worse it would be for him.Actually, Xavier had managed to drop by for a brief visit while Amelia was away from Lucas’ ward.Amelia and Lucas made their way back to the ward once his wound was treated.**********Elsewhere, Layla had already closed the distance between herself and the lean man.“What do you want now?" the lean man barked, casting a hostile glare he

Lucas’ voice was low and smooth, like silk draped in smoke, carrying a subtle charm that sent a warm tremor through her.“Yeah," she murmured after a moment.Without further explanation, he handed her the cushion the nurse had touched.“Would you mind tossing this out?"“You some kind of germaphobe?" Amelia asked, eyebrows pulling together as she took it. Really? One quick touch and it needed to be discarded?“Kind of," he replied.Instead of heading to the trash, she casually flicked it onto a nearby couch.“That good enough?"“It'll do," Lucas said.A beat passed before Amelia offered,“Want me to bring you a fresh one?"“No need." His gaze shifted to the pair resting on her mattress.“Just pass me one of yours."“But…" Her voice trailed off.“I've already used them."She didn't get it. If he was so obsessive about cleanliness that he couldn't tolerate a pillow someone else had touched for a second, why was he suddenly fine with one she'd slept on? She probably drooled on it at some

“Bring it on." Amelia didn't waste words and agreed immediately. She stood like a statue, completely at ease, her eyes locked on Desmond’s with cool, unshaken contempt.Desmond’s temper flared up. Unbelievable. No one had dared stare him in the eye like that, let alone with that kind of nerve.Her unbothered composure burned him alive inside, but his pride, and his upbringing, wouldn't let him strike first.“I'll give you the first move," he hissed, jaw clenched. "Ladies first." His only hope was that her skill matched her swagger.“Gladly." Her lips twitched into a cocky little smirk, and then she struck. A blur of motion. Her fist rocketed toward his face like a bullet.A faint sound sliced through the air, a sound so subtle that only someone trained would have noticed it.Desmond’s eyes widened. His instincts screamed. If she had purposely muffled the sound, then her control was terrifying. Even if she hadn't, the…strike was naturally that fast and quiet. She was no ordinary fighter

Amelia, the masked challenger, stood there beneath a short wig, her chest tightly bound. At just over 5 feet 6 inches tall, she carried herself with confidence, and her voice, altered by a voice changer, made her disguise nearly perfect. Her carefully crafted headpiece covered her entire head and neck, even showing an obvious Adam's apple. Anyone watching would have a tough time guessing she was actually a woman.The moment Amelia stepped forward, the masked man stiffened for a split second. He frowned behind his mask, clearly thrown off. There was something familiar about this new challenger, though he couldn't place where he had seen them before.“Dice or cards, take your pick," the masked man said, his tone as frosty as before.Without hesitation, Amelia answered,“Cards."The masked man nodded immediately.“Alright, but if you lose, your mask comes off, and you'll have to take on the underwater survival test."“That works for me," Amelia replied, her lips curving into a subtle grin