All Chapters of After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

​MIRA'S POV:​I am so fucking furious right now, as in I am literally raging. I am burning with a fury that has been building for weeks, a fury that has been simmering beneath the surface of my carefully constructed facade, waiting for the moment when I could finally let it loose. I set my cup down on the table so hard that the coffee splashes over the rim.​Elara confronted me. She walked into my penthouse like she owned the place. She threatened me. She made me feel small and powerless and weak and ​I fucking hate feeling small and powerless and weak.​I am the one and only Mira Patel and like I bloody said before, I have money, power and connections. I have everything I have ever wanted. I am not supposed to feel small and I am not even supposed to feel powerless or even feel weak.​But Elara made me feel all of those things all at once.​And now she is going to pay.​I decide to escalate. I hire a private investigator. A woman named Evelyn, who has a reputation for finding things

​CELESTINE'S POV:​I knew the quiet peace of our lives was not going to last forever, but nothing could have prepared me for the sudden wave of news that hit us this morning. Seeing my family targeted like this makes my stomach turn. I hold my phone in my hand, staring down at the glowing screen in total shock as the notifications keep piling up.​I open one of the links. It is a tabloid article, and the headline makes my blood freeze.​"Elara Ashcroft-Valancourt: The Daughter of a Murderer."​"Elara's Secret Past Exposed."​"The Truth About the Thornwell Heiress."​"Why did she collide with those who wants to bring her adoptive parents down?"​"Why did the Ashcroft and Valancourt forgive such a shameless girl?"​"Why did Alistair dates her when he knows she wanted to destroy and kill his family years ago?"​A wave of pure disgust rolls over me. The press is dragging her through the dirt all over again, twisting old pain into public entertainment. I close my eyes tight and force mysel

​ALISTAIR'S POV:Some Weeks Later…​I have been gathering evidence for weeks. Starting from the very first pictures that my girl had received in her email.Every text message, every photograph with every piece of evidence that proves Mira Patel has been stalking, harassing, and threatening Elara. I have spent countless late nights at my desk, sifting through digital files and printing out pages until my eyes burned. I have documents and also I have phone records. I have everything I need to destroy her.​I have been patient enough, I have been strategic and that's because I have been waiting for the right moment to strike. And now that moment has come.​I stand outside her penthouse, my hands clenched into fists, my jaw tight with rage. I have been waiting for this moment for weeks. The moment when I can finally confront her. The moment when I finally end this. ​I knock on the door. She opens it. Her eyes widen when she sees me. She is wearing a transparent robe with her hair falling

​CAMILLE'S POV: ​The rain is falling like there is no tomorrow against the windows of my small cottage in the countryside. ​I have been living here for years, hiding from the world, hiding from my past, hiding from the man who still haunts my nightmares. The house is small, but it is mine. I bought it with the little money I had left, a modest place with a small yard and my own car parked in the driveway. I do not want any friends, and I hope no one around here knows who I really am. I like this neighborhood for that exact reason. Everyone keeps to themselves, minds their own business, and faces their own front. But even with the quiet streets and normal routines, there is still just me, my daughter, and the constant, gnawing fear that one day he will find us. Outside, the wind rattles the old window frames, making me flinch at every sudden noise. ​I sit at the kitchen table, staring at the letter in my hands. The paper is cheap and crumpled, the handwriting jagged and angry and

ELARA'S POV:​The helicopter cuts through the sky, the blades chopping through the air. I look down at the familiar landscape. The fields. The forests. The manor, warm and golden in the afternoon light. The high stone walls surrounding the estate bring a sudden sense of relief.​I land on the lawn. My mother is waiting for me at the door since I had called her that I was coming. She is standing under the awning, her arms wrapped around herself, her face etched with worry.​"Elara," she says. "What is wrong? You sounded upset on the phone."​I walk toward her and I hug her. She feels warm and familiar and safe.​"We need to talk," I say. "It is about Camille."​My mother's expression shifts. She leads me inside.​We sit in the living room which was warm. The portraits of my ancestors from my father side look down at me from the walls.​"Camille called me yesterday evening," I say. "Nikolai Drakon has been released from prison and he is looking for her. He wants revenge plus he wants h