All Chapters of DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lydia's heart stopped dead in her chest, a cold, violent wave of pure adrenaline crashing through her veins as she stared at the far end of the heated glass terrace. There she was. Elara. Sitting in the warm, amber glow of the patio heaters, looking utterly radiant in her emerald-green silk dress, laughing softly as she watched her young son color on his paper menu.The sight was a physical blow. Lydia’s breathing turned shallow and jagged. She knew with absolute, terrifying certainty that if Charlie or Evelyn saw Elara and worse, if they saw the boy the fragile digital fortress she and Clara had built with the fake ultrasound would crumble into ash."Lydia, dear? What is it?" Charlie asked, his hand tightening slightly on her arm as he noticed her sudden rigidity. "You've stopped walking."With a desperate, lightning-fast pivot, Lydia forced her muscles to unlock. She let out a soft, high pitched giggle, instantly stepping directly into Charlie’s line of sight, using her voluptuous v

Evelyn Vane squinted through the thick, condensation filmed safety glass of the heated terrace, her sharp, hawk-like eyes desperate to catch a glimpse of the woman standing out on the misty valet deck. But the evening shadows were deepening, and the bright amber floodlights from the restaurant's exterior cast a heavy, reflecting glare on the glass pane. Moreover, the woman in the elegant green silk dress and beige trench coat had her back completely turned to the dining room, her phone pressed tightly to her ear as she paced back and forth near the stone railing.Evelyn let out a soft, frustrated sigh, her fingers gently drumming against the edge of the child's wooden table."Oh, I couldn't see your mom," Evelyn spoke, her voice instantly returning to that deceptively warm, melodic purr as she looked back down at the little boy. She reached out, her fingers lightly brushing the edge of his paper menu. "How about I stay here with you while she comes back inside? A handsome little gentl

"My baby! My baby! My belly hurts!" Lydia shrieked, her voice tearing through the quiet, refined ambiance of the lakeside terrace like a jagged blade. She lay sprawled on the hard, tiled floor, clutching her abdomen with dramatic, trembling hands as she writhed in mock agony. She looked up at the ceiling, tears springing to her eyes as she let out another loud, piercing sob. "She pushed me! She wants to kill my baby!"The sudden, violent outbreak of noise caused an instant, hushed ripple to pass over the entire restaurant. People were turning from their tables, their conversations abruptly halting as they craned their necks to see what was happening on the glass enclosed terrace. Whispers broke out among the high society diners, their eyes locked onto the dramatic scene.Charlie’s face twisted into a mask of pure, protective panic. He quickly rushed forward to assist Lydia up, wrapping his arms around her waist to lift her from the floor."Lydia! Lydia, look at me! Are you okay?" Char

The heavy silence that blanketed the heated terrace was suffocating. Every whisper in the restaurant had died down, and the eyes of dozens of high-society diners were glued to the dramatic stage.Charlie blinked, his mind completely numb, his face still burning with the fiery imprint of Elara’s double slap. Beside him, Lydia was afraid and confused, thinking that the whole truth was going to be exposed soon. Her heart was beating like a wild, trapped animal against her ribs. She knew that if Tyler opened his mouth further, her fake pregnancy, her fake doctor, and her stolen life would be shattered in front of the Vane matriarch. Yet, even as cold sweat beaded at her hairline, she desperately fought to keep her composure, maintaining a polite smile on her face to hide the absolute terror consuming her soul.Evelyn Vane’s brilliant, calculating mind was spinning out of control. She looked at her towering, furious nephew, then at her utterly silent son, and then back again."Tyler, what

The master bedroom of the Vane suite had never felt so much like a tomb. Outside the heavy, triple locked doors, the silent mansion was patrolled by Evelyn’s private security guards, their heavy, rhythmic footsteps occasionally echoing through the hallway like the ticking of a grandfather clock counting down to her execution.Downstairs, the muffled, violent sound of glass shattering against the marble fireplace signaled Charlie’s descent into a pathetic, drunken stupor. He was completely out of his mind, screaming at the walls, drowning his humiliation in bottle after bottle of expensive scotch. He couldn't face the reality of the slaps Elara had delivered, nor could he face his mother's freezing, silent wrath. He had completely abandoned Lydia to her fate, locking himself in the library to drink himself into oblivion.Upstairs, Lydia sat on the cold floor of her walk-in closet, her knees pulled tightly to her chest, shivering violently. Her gorgeous sapphire velvet gown was crumpled