All Chapters of Divorced With His Heir In My Belly: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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Feeding The Gossips

[Sarah’s POV]Gone was the midnight-blue silk dress, the heavy diamonds, and the sleek, bone-straight wig I’d worn to the party. Now, I was just Sarah dressed in a crisp white button-down with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of faded denim shorts. My natural hair was pulled back into a high, slightly messy bun.Beside me, was Cole, but the man who had leaned against my suite’s balcony last night, swirling a glass of wine and flirting with a reckless, blue-eyed charm, had vanished. In his place was a guy who looked like he was walking toward his execution. His shoulders were hiked up to his ears, and his hands were shoved so deep into his pockets I thought he might tear the seams. Every few seconds, his eyes darted around the dock, scanning the lingering guests and the photographers gathered near the velvet ropes."You’re going to vibrate right out of your shoes if you don't take a breath, Cole," I said softly, my voice catching the salt-tinged breeze.He jumped, nearly tripping over

Four Days Ultimatum

Vivian walked into the house with her chin held high, followed by a driver whose hands were filled with glossy shopping bags.We heard the arrival of the car while we were all gathered in the sitting room playing cards."Rosa! Mae!" Vivian’s voice trilled through the house, melodic and artificial. "Come see what I’ve brought back."I watched from the shadows as she handed out silk scarves to the housekeepers and even a boxed set of teas to Elena, the same woman she had been shouting at for theft only a week prior. It was a masterclass in manipulation."Vivian," I said, stepping into the light.She didn't flinch. She turned, a practiced, radiant smile fixed on her face. "Sarah, darling! You look better than I last saw you.""I need to speak with you," I said, my voice low and steady. "In private."Vivian let out a dramatic, airy laugh, waving a hand toward the staff. "Oh, can't it waif? I just only came back and I had such a long trip. where is Skye?""It’s about Vardim," I said.The

Brunch Date With My Bullies

[ Sarah’s POV ]"We'd love to have you, Sarah. Officially." Joye had said like she was doing me a favour. Her voice replaying in my head.I set the card against my mirror and looked at it for a long moment. Then I picked up my phone and called Demi."Demi, I need everything," I said when she picked up. "On every woman on the CEO wives list. And I mean everything, Demi. The kind of things people don't put in press releases."There was a pause before she replied, "How deep?""Bottom of the ocean deep."She laughed. "Give me four hours."---The weekend arrived, I took my time getting ready. Slow coffee. A long shower. I sat in front of my mirror and let my makeup artist work in silence while I reviewed the notes Demi had compiled, each woman reduced to a single page of carefully sourced facts.I read each one twice. Then I put them away and didn't look at them again. I didn't need to. I remembered everything.My dress was ivory, structured at the shoulder, with a slit that was elegant r

Sisterhood or Mockeryhood?

[ Sarah’s POV ]Nobody had spoken since Vivienne left.Mariana who had been quiet, was the first to attempt recovery. She straightened in her chair, smoothed the front of her blouse, and looked at me with a thin smile "Well," she said lightly. "That was—""Unnecessary," Petra finished. She was looking at me with pure disgust. "That was genuinely unnecessary, Sarah. Vivienne is a friend. Our friend.""She asked me a question," I said. "And I answered it.""You humiliated her.""I gave her information." I reached for my water glass. "What she does with it is her business.""This is exactly why…" Petra stopped herself quickly reformed her sentence. "We invited you here in good faith, as a gesture of—""Petra." I said her name quietly and she stopped. "Don't. We both know what this invitation was. It wasn't a gesture of anything except curiosity. You wanted to see what you could gossip with." I looked around the table slowly. "Now you have fresh juicy gossip at your feet.”Candace was lo

Suffocating Musk Of Wealthy Men

[ Tyler’s POV]The air in the private cigar lounge of the Rider Club was thick with the scent of unlit tobacco, high-proof scotch, and the unmistakable, suffocating musk of wealthy men under pressure. I sat in my usual leather armchair, a crystal tumbler resting against my knee, watching Conrad and Marcus pace the Persian rug like two cornered wolves.They weren't just angry; they were terrified. And a terrified man with a checkbook is the most dangerous, pathetic thing in the world."You need to rein her in, Tyler," Conrad hissed, stopping under the dim amber glow of the chandelier. He slammed his glass onto a side table, splashing dark liquid over the polished mahogany. "I mean it. Keep your ex-wife in her place. What right does she have going around spreading blatant lies and turning our wives against us?""She’s a loose cannon," Marcus chimed in, his face a mottled, unhealthy red as he loosened his silk tie. "My wife hasn't spoken to me since she got back from that brunch at The P

The Duck is Getting Cold

[ Tyler’s POV]It was just us.It had taken me three weeks, four separate phone calls, and a borderline pathetic deployment of my remaining charm to convince Sarah to sit across from me like this.I leaned back in my chair, swirling a vintage Bordeaux in my glass, and watched the woman across the table. Sarah was currently ravaging a plate of roasted duck breast. She looked breathtaking. You would never guess, looking at her right now, that she had spent the last forty-eight hours single-handedly dividing the upper crust of New York high society into two warring factions. You’d never guess that a single brunch appearance at The Pierre had turned lifelong best friends and powerful corporate allies into bitter enemies.She was just chewing, perfectly at peace.Sarah suddenly looked up, her dark eyes catching the candlelight as she caught me staring. She let her fork rest against the edge of the porcelain with a soft, musical click."Why are you just watching me?" she asked, her eyebrow

Breathe Skye, Breathe.

[ Tyler’s POV ]"Yes, Chloe?""Mr. Rider," my secretary’s voice came through the speaker, tight and hesitant. "There’s a young lady here to see you. She doesn't have an appointment, but she’s insisting that..."The heavy oak door to my office bounced against the stopper.Skye walked in with a slow, deliberate catwalk that screamed for an audience. She was wearing a tailored white pantsuit, her blonde hair sleeked back, a massive designer tote swinging from her forearm. She was grinning from ear to ear.Behind her, Chloe stood in the doorway, her face pale, holding a clipboard like a shield. "I’m sorry, Mr. Rider, she just walked past the desk."I let out a slow, quiet breath, my face smoothing into a mask of polite indifference. "It’s fine, Chloe. Leave us. And close the door behind you."Without waiting for an invitation, Skye marched over to the leather armchairs opposite my desk, tossed her bag onto the floor, and slid into the seat. She crossed her legs, leaning back with a sigh

Call an Ambulance, Now!

[ Sarah’s POV ]When I opened the door to the guest apartment, the first thing that hit me was the stillness. It smelled faintly of old tea and heavy, medicinal cream. The curtains were drawn tight, blocking out the twilight, leaving the living room bathed in a murky, gray gloom.Vivian was sitting on the edge of the velvet sofa. She was still in her silk night robe, the fabric just seemed to swallow her whole. The apartment was a mess. Discarded tissues sat in a silver bowl on the coffee table, a half-empty glass of water had left a ring on the mahogany wood, and the plush rug was littered with stray papers.I frowned, looking around the uncharacteristic chaos. "Vivian? Why haven't the cleaners been in here? It's nearly six o'clock. I’ll call Rosa right now to come up and clear this out.""No," Vivian’s voice was a dry rasp, cracking slightly in the quiet room. She didn't look up at me. Her hands, thin and spotted with dark bruises from what I knew were IV lines, were tucked into he

A Dying Woman or A Clean Public Image

[ Sarah’s POV ]Ahead of us, the paramedics moved with a terrifying speed, wheeling the gurney toward the double doors of the trauma bay. Vivian lay beneath the white sheets, her face pale, a clear plastic oxygen mask strapped over her nose and mouth, already fogging up with her shallow, desperate gasps.I took two steps forward, my hand instinctively reaching into my bag for my wallet, ready to handle the admission paperwork, when a sharp, frantic weight slammed into my chest."Where do you think you're going?"Skye blocked my path, her hands pressed flat against my shoulders, shoving me backward with enough force to make my heels skid on the floor. Her white pantsuit was permanently ruined, a dark, horrific smear of her mother’s blood cutting across the lapel and down her sleeve. Her blonde hair had completely escaped its pins, sticking to the tear tracks on her cheeks. "Skye, let me pass," I said, keeping my voice low. I glanced nervously at the reception desk, where two nurses h

An Assassination or A Robbery?

[ Sarah’s POV ] The traffic on the bridge had been a nightmare, a sea of red brake lights stretching out as far as the eye could see. We had been idling in the center lane for nearly forty-five minutes, the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers the only sound filling the quiet car. Dex caught my eye in the rearview mirror. He adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, his posture straight, but his expression intentionally relaxed. He’d been with me long enough to know when the silence in the back seat was getting too loud. "They really need to sync the lights on this junction," Dex said, his voice a calm, steady baritone that broke through the thick tension of my thoughts. "Every time there's a light drizzle, the whole county forgets how to navigate a simple merging lane. Look at that silver sedan over there... practically trying to park in the delivery truck's blind spot." I managed a faint, tight smile, looking out at the brick facades of the older industrial buildings we were

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