All Chapters of Divorced With His Heir In My Belly: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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Carrier of Bad News

TYLER The doctor, walking a step ahead of us, shook his head without turning around. "Absolutely not, Mr. Rider. Breaking that kind of traumatic news to a patient who literally just opened her eyes after three weeks of unconsciousness is a massive medical risk. Her system cannot handle that kind of psychological shock right now. We need her vitals stable before we address any critical issue."I nodded, my jaw clenching. Dex was still in critical condition in the intensive care wing, fighting a severe infection from the gunshot wound and the trauma of the crush. If Sarah knew her loyal protector was clinging to life because he took a bullet meant for her, it would tear her apart.We reached the heavy double doors of ICU Ward 6. Through the narrow glass partition, I could see the interior was bathed in the soft, warm light of a midday sun cutting through the blinds.And there she was.Sarah was sitting propped up against a mountain of white pillows, the heavy bandages around her head

Last Updated : 2026-05-28

Guilty Conscience

SARAH’S POVThe room went entirely, suffocatingly still.I might have been out for three weeks, but my memory hadn’t been erased. My body was weak, my muscles felt like they had been hollowed out and filled with lead, but my mind was firing with a sudden, vicious clarity. I hadn't forgotten that horrific night on the highway. I hadn't forgotten the blinding high beams, the terrifying, metallic crunch as my car stumbled, or the way the world spun violently out of control before everything went black. And most of all, I hadn't forgotten that Dex had been the one driving.Rosa and Mae had been sitting by my bedside for hours, ever since I opened my eyes, I couldn't help but notice how incredibly careful they were being with their words. Every sentence out of their mouths felt rehearsed, polished, and deliberately light. No one had mentioned a single detail about how things were running at the estate. They were treating me like a fragile glass sculpture that would shatter if they spoke t

Last Updated : 2026-05-29

Shhh, No Noise. Intensive Care

SARAH’S POV The doctor had fiercely protested my leaving the bed, but one look into my eyes told him that keeping me restrained would only spike my blood pressure worse than a short walk. They wouldn't let Mae or Rosa inside. The ICU rules were strict, only two visitors at a time. Tyler had refused to let me go alone, his hand firmly guiding the back of the wheelchair the nurse had insisted I sit in, his own face tight with a quiet, simmering anger that matched my own.The heavy double doors of the intensive care pod swung shut behind us, cutting off the muffled sounds of the hallway. The air in here was colder, carrying a sharp, metallic bite that made my lungs ache.When Tyler wheeled me up to the glass partition of Dex’s isolation room, the breath completely left my body."Oh, God, Dex..." I whispered, the words catching in my throat, turning into a fractured, breaking sob.He looked entirely unrecognizable beneath the web of medical machinery. The sharp, vibrant man who usually

Last Updated : 2026-05-30

Done Running Through a Maize

"Exactly," Tyler murmured, his voice dropping into a dark, calculating tone. "It was a hit, Sarah. Plain and simple. They wanted your head, you stubborn woman. But as for a direct lead on the shooter... the police are hitting a brick wall. The rain that night washed away any tire tracks or footprints near the embankment before the forensic team could even set up their tents. The ballistics unit recovered the bullet from Dex’s shoulder, but it’s a standard, untraceable caliber. They told me flat out that they can’t make any real progress because only one person can give them the information they actually need." I frowned, turning my chair slightly to look up at him. "What do you mean?" "They need you, Sarah," Tyler explained, his dark eyes boring into mine with an intense seriousness. "Only you can tell them exactly what’s been happening in your life over the last few months. Only you know the specific names, the corporate threats, and the people who would benefit from you sudden

Last Updated : 2026-05-30

Slip Of The Tongue

TYLER’S POV I threw my door open first, the humid afternoon air hitting my face as I stepped out onto the ground. My body still ached from sheer exhaustion, but the adrenaline pulsing through my veins kept the fatigue at bay. I walked around to the trunk, lifting the heavy, folded metal of the hospital wheelchair out of the cargo space and snapping it open with a sharp, echoing click. Pushing the chair down the side of the vehicle, I opened the rear passenger door where Sarah sat. Her face was flushed with a stubborn, defiant energy, her dark eyes already tracing the concrete steps of the precinct. "I can walk, Tyler," she insisted, her voice tight as she gripped the interior handle, her boots shifting toward the doorframe. "My legs aren't broken. I am perfectly capable of walking up those stairs on my own two feet." I didn't move an inch. I planted my boots firmly on the gravel, holding the handles of the wheelchair like a barricade, and looked down at her with a flat, unyielding

Last Updated : 2026-05-31

End Of The Line

Detective Steven hesitated, his pencil hovering over the open file as he looked up at me, his brow furrowing as he realized he had just walked face-first into a massive communication minefield. He looked back at Sarah, clearly wondering if he should proceed with the briefing or let me manage the fallout. I let out a long, ragged breath, rubbing my palm across my face as the exhausting weight of the world settled back onto my shoulders. There was no hiding it now. The truth was out, and trying to lie to her in this room would only destroy the fragile trust we had left. "There was an incident, Sarah," I said softly, my voice tight as I stepped around the side of her chair so she could see my face. "There was a major fire outbreak at the main storage warehouse down in the logistics sector. It happened recently. The state fire marshals and the arson squads are still actively investigating the perimeter, but... it’s nothing you should be worrying about today. We have people handling the

Last Updated : 2026-05-31

Dust To Dust

SARAH’S POV "Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust."The priest’s voice was a low, monotonous tone that seemed to bounce uselessly off the gray, weathered tombstones of the cemetery. A cold, damp wind swept through the tall oaks, rustling the heavy black fabric of the mourning clothes surrounding the open grave."Dexter was a man of quiet strength," the priest continued, his eyes fixed on the small leather-bound bible in his hands. "A protector of his household, a loyal servant to his community, and a man who understood the sacred weight of duty. He walked through the shadows of this world with a steady heart, and now, he returns to the peace of the Lord."I stood perfectly frozen in the center of the small, suffocating crowd, the damp grass sinking slightly beneath the soles of my shoes. To my right, the fractured, breathless sobs of Dex’s widow, Clara, sliced through the crisp afternoon air like a blade. Beside her stood their fourteen-year-old daughter, her shoulders shaki

Last Updated : 2026-06-04

Repentance

SARAH’S POV “Nor… Norman?” The name left my throat as a breathless, fractured whisper, the syllables tasting like ash. My heart violently slammed against my ribs, a cold sweat breaking out across the back of my neck. “What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here.”I took an involuntary step backward, my boots slipping slightly on the damp gravel path. Instantly, Tyler shifted his weight, his entire frame locking into a rigid, defensive posture right beside me. He didn't hesitate, he angled his body to place himself directly between me and the man who had haunted our family's footsteps for months, ready to shield me from whatever twisted, predatory agenda had brought Norman to this cemetery.Norman just stood there, looking at the two of us with an expression of quiet amusement. He tilted his head, a slow, condescending smirk pulling at the corner of his lips, as if our absolute terror was the funniest thing he had witnessed all week. He slowly brought his hands out of hi

Last Updated : 2026-06-05

An Ex-Convict's Eulogy For a Dead Man

SARAH’S POVThe clinking of ceramic mugs and the low murmur of hushed voices did little to warm the heavy air inside Dex’s family living room. The small space was packed to the brim with neighbors, extended family, and a few close workers from the estate, all clutching hot cups of tea as they sought comfort in the familiar post-funeral ritual.Every eye in the crowded living room, was fixed squarely on me.Norman was standing right in the center of the living room, a steaming mug held loosely in his hand, commanding the attention of every single person present. He didn't look like a man who had just walked out of a prison gate three days ago, he carried himself with an easy, unbothered authority that made my chest tighten with a familiar, dangerous anxiety."I still remember the exact afternoon I met Dexter," Norman said, his voice dropping into a smooth, resonant cadence that easily captivated the room. "It was down at the old local market. He was hauling crates, working himself to t

Last Updated : 2026-06-06

As Long as I'm Breathing, I Will Take My Revenge

Slowly, deliberately, I set my teacup down on the small wooden side table. The ceramic made a sharp, clean clink against the varnished surface, an echoing punctuation mark that seemed to snap the room back into a tense focus.I forced myself to stand.My knees wobbled violently, Tyler instinctively reached out, his hand hovering an inch from my elbow to steady me, but I didn't take it. I couldn't. I needed Norman to see me standing on my own two feet. I needed every single person in this room to understand that while Dexter Vance had fallen, the woman he had died protecting was very much alive, and she was not bowing her head to anyone.I took a slow, deliberate breath, the cool, damp air of the living room filling my lungs as I stepped around the chair, moving into the narrow space between the sofa and the fireplace, directly facing the circle."Dexter was exactly the man Norman described," I began, my voice sounding small at first, carrying a raspy, unpolished edge that I hated, but

Last Updated : 2026-06-07

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