Lahat ng Kabanata ng DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine : Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

The damp, chilly autumn fog hung thick over the cobbled alleyways of Paris’s 10th arrondissement. Miles away from the glittering lights of the Eiffel Tower and the grand fashion avenues of the Champs Élysées, a dilapidated brick warehouse stood hidden in darkness, surrounded by rusting iron gates and forgotten shipping crates.Inside a cramped, windowless safehouse on the top floor, single bare bulb swung gently from a frayed ceiling cord.After landing in Europe, Lydia refuses to go to the quiet countryside cottage Elara bought her. Instead, she seeks out Silas’s former underground financial brokers men who lost millions when Elara dismantled the Vane Group.Lydia sat at a scratched wooden table, wrapped in a dark leather jacket. Gone was the weeping, pathetic girl who had begged for sisterly mercy in the federal visitation room. Her face was set in an ice cold, murderous sneer. The flight ticket and keys to the French cottage Elara had provided lay crumpled in a trash bin in the cor

The grand sitting room of the Hawthorne estate was heavy with a suffocating, tension. The crackle of the wood fire in the marble hearth seemed to freeze in the air as Tyler stood over Elara, his massive frame towering like a thundercloud, his dark eyes burning with absolute shock and fierce protective fury."What do you mean you released them?!" Tyler bellowed, his deep, authoritative voice vibrating through the walls of the mansion. "Lydia of all people! You know how dangerous she could be! Your sister can do anything to bring you down! She faked a child, she paid offshore bribes, she tried to send you to a federal penitentiary, and you just signed a pardon and let her walk away?!"Elara stood up from the plush leather sofa, reaching out with both hands to touch his rigid arms, trying to calm the roaring storm inside him. Her green eyes were clear, steady, and filled with an unshakeable belief in the mercy she had offered."Tyler, please, listen to me," E

The heavy wooden double doors closed quietly behind Charlie, cutting off the dim hallway and the muffled, weeping voice of his mother down on the marble staircase. The room was bathed in the pale, eerie light of the late afternoon sky filtering through the large velvet draped windows.Standing by the window in a hooded cloak is Lydia.She stood perfectly still, draped in a long black velvet cloak with the hood pulled low over her forehead, casting deep shadows across her sharp, pale features. Outside, the autumn wind howled, but inside the bedroom, the silence was suffocating, broken only by the sound of Charlie’s ragged, breathing.Charlie’s eyes were still wide, bloodshot, and filled with a terrifying mixture of shock, joy, and unhinged relief. His breath hitched in his throat, his chest heaving under his tailored coat as his hands began to shake uncontrollably at his sides."Lydia...?" Charlie gasped, his voice cracking into a desperate, trembling whisper. "Is... is that really you

Inside the locked bedroom, the heavy mahogany double doors muffled all sound from the grand estate below. The brass lock remained firmly engaged, securing the private suite from any surprise visits from the house staff or Evelyn.Lydia and Charlie sat opposite each other at the small marble dining table near the balcony windows. The silver tray sat between them, loaded with the big portions Charlie had carried up minutes earlier. For the first time in over a month, Lydia ate hungrily, stripping away the refined, delicate manners of high society as she devoured the roast chicken and warm artisan bread.Beside her plate lay the matte black, untraceable burner phone. Its dark screen flickered intermittently as it maintained an encrypted, bouncing satellite connection across European proxy servers.Lydia set her fork down, wiping her mouth with a linen napkin before tapping the burner phone's glowing screen. Her red rimmed eyes locked onto Charlie with sharp, predatory focus."We don't ha

"That was a close one, Charlie!" Lydia hissed, stepping out from the narrow crack of the walk-in wardrobe the exact second the lock clicked in the hallway outside. Her face was pale with adrenaline, her chest heaving under her heavy black cloak. "This is our house! How did your mom get to have spare keys to our own bedroom?!"Charlie locked the door again with a sharp click, turning around with a frustrated, defensive frown. "Maybe during my stay at the hospital," Charlie responded, rubbing his head as he paced across the carpet. "She must have taken the master key from the estate office while I was in the coma. She thinks she owns every corner of this building."Lydia didn't hear his excuses. She paced back and forth near the curtained windows, her fingernails digging into her palms. The terrifying reality hit her like a splash of ice water: Evelyn knew something was wrong. The master key wasn't a random event. If Evelyn suspected a second person was hiding in that suite, it was only