All Chapters of Divorce the Cheat, Return for Revenge: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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Chapter 160: A Warning from an Unknown Number

Zoe stared at the screen for a long time before her trembling thumb finally tapped the message open.For a second, the words refused to register in her mind. They sat there, cold and sharp, as if deliberately waiting for her to fully understand them before cutting her open completely.'Don't ever come near me again. From today onward, you no longer exist in my life. You're fired. Everything that belongs to you here will be sent to your apartment today. Don't contact me again.'Her breath caught violently in her throat.She read it again. And again."No…" she whispered hoarsely, shaking her head against the pillow. "No, no, no…"The phone slipped from her fingers and landed on the bed beside her with a soft thud. Her eyes burned, but the tears didn't come immediately, as though her body needed a moment to catch up with her heart.It felt as if her body had frozen, as though even crying required strength she no longer had left in her.After everything she had done for him. After five y

Chapter 161: Nothing Left to Say

Even in the deepest hours of the afternoon, when visiting hours thinned and footsteps outside softened, machines continued their quiet vigilance without pause.A steady beep echoed through the room, slow and uneven, rising and falling like a fragile reminder that life was still clinging on, barely holding together.Zoe lay in the narrow hospital bed, her body sunk into white sheets that looked far too clean for the chaos raging inside her. Her skin had lost its glow completely, turning ashen, almost translucent under the harsh lighting.A faint line of dried blood lingered beneath one nostril, stubborn despite the nurse's earlier efforts to clean it away.Every breath she took seemed to demand effort, her chest lifting shallowly, as though her lungs had grown tired of their duty entirely.Beside her, Mrs. Fox refused to move from her spot.She sat in the same chair she had occupied since morning, her back bent, her fingers tightly wrapped around Zoe's cold hand in hers.Her lips move

Chapter 162: Welcome Home

The iron gates of Chapman Manor slid open with a low, familiar hum as Petra's car pulled into the driveway. The mansion stood bathed in warm evening light, its cream-colored walls glowing softly against the darkening sky above.Tall trees lined the path, their leaves whispering gently in the breeze, as though the estate itself was welcoming her home after everything she'd endured.She stepped out of the car slowly, heels touching the stone driveway, and paused for a brief moment to breathe it all in.The air smelled different here; cleaner, steadier. Safe. A far cry from the sharp tension of public scrutiny, hospital corridors, and whispered threats that had followed her everywhere.Inside, the house was calm. The familiar rhythm of the grandfather clock echoed softly through the hallway.A housekeeper greeted her with a respectful smile, eyes shining with something close to pride. Petra returned the smile, then made her way into the dining room where dinner had already been laid out

Chapter 163: Prepare Yourself

Pete stood in the middle of the living room, unmoving, as the front door of the Jordan mansion closed behind him with a hollow thud. The sound lingered longer than it should have, echoing through the vast space like an accusation aimed directly at him.The house no longer smelled lived-in. No perfume. No laughter. No arguments. Just the sterile scent of polished marble and abandoned luxury surrounding him.The chandelier above him glowed softly, but the light felt cold. Every step he took echoed too loudly, reminding him of how empty the mansion had become without her presence.The walls, once filled with voices and plans and bitterness, now felt like silent witnesses to his downfall and everything he'd lost.He loosened his tie and tossed it onto the couch. It landed without resistance, sinking into cushions that had not been used in days.His phone buzzed once in his hand, a notification from a bank app he no longer bothered to open. He already knew what it would say. Frozen. Res

Chapter 164: A Storm Waiting to Break

The news arrived quietly, almost respectfully, as though even the media understood that noise would be inappropriate this time around. Zoe Fox had been transferred to hospice care early that morning.No dramatic headlines. No flashing banners. Just carefully chosen words layered with implication beneath the surface.Petra saw it while standing in her bedroom, sunlight filtering through the tall curtains at Chapman Manor.Her tablet rested loosely in her hand as the headline scrolled past once, then again. Hospice care. End-stage management. Comfort-focused treatment.She read it twice, not because she didn't understand, but because part of her expected something else to appear on the screen.A correction. A reversal. A miracle even.But nothing changed on the page.Her thumb locked the screen, and she placed the tablet gently on the dresser, as if sudden movement might disturb something fragile inside her. Her face remained composed, but her chest felt tight, not with panic, not wit

Chapter 165: You Think This Is Over?

The room smelled faintly of medication and flowers that had begun to wilt despite daily care from the staff. Sunlight filtered weakly through half-drawn blinds, casting pale lines across the bed where Zoe lay motionless.She looked smaller than Petra remembered, almost shrunken into the white sheets, her skin drawn tight over her cheekbones, lips cracked and dry from illness. Tubes traced quiet paths around her body, machines humming softly like restrained breaths beside her.This was not the woman who once walked into rooms with her chin lifted, voice sharp with entitlement. This was not the woman who wore confidence like armor and cruelty like perfume.When the door opened, Zoe's eyes shifted slowly toward the sound. Recognition flickered, followed by something like amusement crossing her face. A weak laugh escaped her throat, rough and broken."So…" she rasped, voice thin as paper. "You came."Petra closed the door behind her gently. She stood just inside the room for a moment,

Chapter 166: Something Old and Dangerous

Petra lay on her side, staring at the faint outline of the curtains as moonlight slipped through the narrow gap between them. The room was quiet in the way only night could manage, too quiet, as if the walls themselves were listening for something. Every time she closed her eyes, Zoe's voice crept back in, low and rasping.'You think this is over?'Petra shifted, drawing the blanket tighter around her shoulders. She had faced threats before. She had survived betrayal, sickness, humiliation, abandonment. Yet this felt different somehow.Zoe's words had not carried the desperation of someone begging for relevance. They had carried certainty instead.Beside her, Oscar stirred in the darkness.He hadn't been fully asleep either. He had felt the tension in her body the moment she slipped into bed, the way her breathing never quite settled beside him. He turned toward her, sliding an arm around her waist, pulling her gently closer until her back rested against his chest."You're not slee

Chapter 167: Did Eva Sleep Well?

Morning crept in quietly, the kind of morning that looked innocent enough to deceive anyone willing to believe it. Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains of the bedroom, touching the edges of the neatly made bed, resting briefly on Petra's face before she stirred.She opened her eyes slowly, not startled, not rushed, yet there was a tightness in her chest she couldn't quite explain to herself. It felt like waking from a dream whose details were gone but whose weight remained pressing on her.She lay there for a moment, listening carefully.The apartment was too quiet around her.Usually, Oscar moved around early in the mornings, soft footsteps, the faint clink of a mug against the counter, the low hum of the kettle heating water. Today, everything seemed delayed, like the day itself was holding its breath.Petra turned on her side and found him standing by the window, fully dressed, phone in hand, his brows drawn together in a way she had come to recognize too well over time.

Chapter 168: Time of Death

The crash came quietly.Not with alarms blaring or frantic shouting at first, but with a subtle, almost cruel stillness that crept into the ICU in the early hours of the morning.The kind of stillness that made nurses exchange quick looks, the kind that made a seasoned doctor pause for half a second longer than usual before checking a monitor again.Zoe's chest rose… then fell.Then it rose again, but barely.Her breathing, which had been shallow all night, suddenly became uneven, like someone trying to climb out of deep water with failing strength.The steady rhythm of the machine beside her faltered, numbers dipping, struggling to hold on to what remained.A nurse noticed first."Doctor," she called softly, but there was urgency beneath her calm. "Her oxygen saturation is dropping."Within seconds, the room filled again. Shoes moved quickly but quietly across the polished floor. Curtains were drawn tighter around the bed.A doctor stepped closer to the bed, his face already set in a

Chapter 169: The Dead Are Not Done Speaking

The news didn't break like thunder.It arrived slowly, almost politely, slipping into the city like early morning harmattan fog, thick, cold, unavoidable.By mid-morning, it was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Not the kind of news that made sirens scream or crowds gather, but the kind that sat heavy on people's chests once they read it.ZOE FOX CONFIRMED DEAD AT 4:12 A.M.The headline appeared on blogs first. Then business news pages picked it up. Then gossip sites twisted it around. By afternoon, it had filtered into every corner of social media.Reactions came in waves, conflicting and uncomfortable to read.Some posts were filled with sympathy.'So young. May her soul rest in peace.''Life is truly unpredictable.'Others were colder in their assessment.'Karma is real.''If only people knew the full story.'A few were cruelly celebratory, thinly disguised as moral lessons for others.'You reap what you sow.'And then there were those who said nothing at all, choosing sile

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