All Chapters of Divorce the Cheat, Return for Revenge: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Oscar rushed to Petra's side the moment her body crumpled to the ground, his knees hitting the cold stone hard as he gathered her carefully into his arms.The heat of the day pressed down on them mercilessly, the bright afternoon sun illuminating every horrifying detail with unforgiving clarity, her lips stained red, her skin drained entirely of color, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven gasps that grew weaker with every passing second."Petra… Petra, look at me," he pleaded, panic clawing violently at his throat.Blood continued to trickle steadily from the corner of her mouth, warm against his trembling fingers. Her body felt frighteningly light in his arms, as though life itself was already slipping quietly away from her, drop by drop.She tried to breathe, but each inhale came accompanied by a faint, broken sound, as if her lungs could no longer manage to keep pace with what her body needed.Around them, chaos erupted instantly.Some people gasped audibly. Others step

The studio lights glowed warm and steady overhead, casting a soft, professional sheen across the polished set where the evening's special segment was already underway. Seated at the center of the sleek anchor desk was a woman in her early forties, her expression showed a clean gravity of someone who had delivered a thousand headlines before this one. She folded her hands neatly atop the desk and looked directly into the camera, her voice calm but laced with unmistakable weight."Good evening, everyone. Tonight, we're bringing you a story that has taken the entire city by surprise, one that began quietly, almost invisibly, and has now exploded into something none of us saw coming."She paused, letting the words settle before continuing."As many of you have already heard, footage and eyewitness accounts from outside the Jordan Auction House have been circulating rapidly since this afternoon. At the heart of it all is a woman named Petra Chapman, a name that, until recently, meant ver

Pete and Zoe walked into the hospital hand in hand, their footsteps echoing lightly against the polished floor beneath them. The smell of disinfectant hung thick in the air around them, sharp and completely unavoidable no matter which direction they turned.Nurses moved briskly past them, charts clutched tightly to their chests, while patients and their families occupied the long rows of seats lining the corridor on either side. It was daytime, and sunlight filtered in gently through the tall glass windows, casting pale, soft reflections across the white tiles beneath their feet.Pete's expression remained calm, almost indifferent, as though the chaos of the past days had already been neatly boxed away somewhere in the back of his mind.Zoe, on the other hand, leaned slightly into him, her grip tight, her steps carefully measured. To anyone watching them pass, they looked like a devoted couple, concerned, united, and entirely composed.Then Pete's phone began to buzz insistently in

"As a nobody but an ordinary businessman, he tried to hit me," Zoe repeated loudly, her voice carrying across the open courtyard with deliberate projection. She rolled her eyes with exaggerated annoyance as she folded her arms tightly across her chest, her designer handbag swinging from her elbow with the motion.Her posture screamed entitlement, her chin lifted as though she already owned the verdict, as though the outcome had been decided the moment she opened her mouth to speak.Some people stopped entirely in the corridor, phones already rising to eye level around them."What?" Dr. Frost exclaimed in disbelief, his voice rising sharply before he could restrain it. His brows knitted tightly together as he stared at Zoe, trying desperately to reconcile her wild accusation with the man he knew standing calmly beside Petra, a man of integrity, skill, and quiet dignity.The disconnection between the accusation and the man was jarring.Zoe scoffed loudly and waved her hand dismissivel

"I didn't want to hold it against them because I once loved Pete," Petra said slowly, every word steady, deliberate. The daylight outside the auction hall spilled across her face, highlighting the calm resolve settled deep in her eyes. "But they kept insulting me. Tormenting me. Leaving me no way out."Sometimes revenge could be the only alternative to finding peace. She paused, drawing a deep breath, as though sealing a decision she had wrestled with for far too long inside herself."To live a better life," she continued, her voice firm now, unwavering, "I have to take revenge."For a brief moment, silence settled among the siblings gathered there.Malcolm nodded slowly. A faint, knowing smile curved his lips. "You're right," he said. "Lately, Jordan Group has been desperate. They've been eager to reopen discussions with us. Especially weeks after Pete's release from prison."He slipped his hands into his pockets, his gaze sharp and calculating. "They even hosted a company anniversa