All Chapters of Divorce the Cheat, Return for Revenge: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Zoe froze the instant her eyes landed on Petra.The glass in her hand trembled slightly as her chest began to rise and fall unevenly, rage tightening around her heart like a vice clamping down without mercy.The music, the laughter, the glittering hall, all of it blurred into the background as her vision narrowed sharply to one person alone.Petra Chapman."Why?" Zoe whispered under her breath, her nails digging into her palm. "Why do you insist on going against me?"Petra, on the other hand, appeared calm, almost serenely detached from the tension crackling around her. She paused just inside the entrance, her gaze sweeping left and right across the lavish hall as though she were merely admiring the décor around her.The chandeliers reflected in her eyes, the polished marble floor mirrored her graceful steps, and the whispers that followed her entrance trailed behind her like shadows clinging to her heels.She smiled again, unbothered.Then she walked further inside the hall.Up on t

The moment Petra's last words fell into the stunned hall, chaos erupted like a dam giving way beneath unbearable pressure.Gasps collided with whispers. Half-raised voices tangled in the air, layering confusion over disbelief with every passing second. Some guests instinctively stepped back from the stage as though guilt itself might be contagious, spreading through the crowd like a fever.Others craned their necks, desperate to witness every expression, every crack forming on the faces of the Jordan family standing exposed before them.The elegant gala that had promised sophistication and celebration had devolved into something far uglier, a spectacle of exposure and reckoning unfolding in real time before hundreds of stunned witnesses.The orchestra had long since stopped playing. Waiters stood frozen with their trays still balanced in their hands. Even the chandeliers seemed to dim under the weight of the accusations hanging heavy in the air.The massive entrance doors at the far

Oscar slowly turned to face Zoe.The warmth he had shown Petra moments ago vanished completely, replaced by eyes burning with restrained fury. The transformation was immediate and absolute, from protective figure to something far more dangerous entirely.The air around him seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.Malcolm, however, had no intention of holding back in the slightest."Seize her," he ordered coldly.The command rang through the hall like a verdict handed down from a judge's bench. There was no room for negotiation in his tone, no possibility of appeal against it.Without hesitation, two security men stepped forward and grabbed Zoe firmly by the shoulders.Their grip was professional but unyielding. She shrieked, struggling wildly as her heels scraped against the polished floor, leaving black marks streaked across the pristine marble."Let go of me!" she screamed. "Let me go! You have no right!"Pete stood frozen for half a second, shock rooting him to the spot like

Petra turned slightly and glanced at the officers standing by.It was a small movement, almost subtle, but it carried an authority that made the entire hall tense instantly. The officers understood without a word needing to be said.They stepped forward at once, their expressions firm, professional, unyielding in their purpose.They grabbed Pete by the arms."Petra, wait!" Pete shouted hoarsely, panic flooding his voice as he struggled uselessly in their grip. His body leaned forward instinctively toward her, desperation etched across his face. "Petra, please, wait!"The officers didn't slow down for him.They dragged him forward anyway, unmoved by his pleading."Petra, I was wrong!" he yelled again, twisting his neck painfully to look back at her. His eyes were red, bloodshot, filled with regret that came far too late to matter. "I was wrong, Petra! Petra—!"The words broke apart as the officers hauled him farther away from her."Petra!"That final cry echoed briefly through the ha

The metal gates of the detention center creaked open under the afternoon sun, the sound sharp and unforgiving, echoing through the empty courtyard like a warning to anyone listening.Pete stepped forward, one foot crossing the line first, as though he were testing whether the ground outside was real beneath him.His polished leather shoes, now scuffed and dulled from days of confinement, made contact with the pavement beyond the threshold, and he paused, drawing in a breath that felt foreign in his lungs after everything.The air felt different out here; thinner somehow, stripped of the authority and comfort he had always taken for granted throughout his life.Inside, everything had been contained, controlled, predictable in its misery. Out here, the world sprawled endlessly before him, indifferent and unforgiving to what he'd lost.This time, freedom did not feel like relief. It felt like exposure. Like standing naked before a jury that had already reached its verdict long before he