《Divorce the Cheat, Return for Revenge》全部章節：第 181 章 - 第 187 章

Petra woke before her alarm, eyes opening to the pale grey light creeping through the curtains above her bed. For a few seconds, she lay still, listening to the quiet hum of the house, grounding herself in the present moment before facing the day ahead.She had learned that fear liked to strike in the early hours, when the mind was unguarded and vulnerable. Today, she refused to give it space to take root inside her.She sat up slowly, placing her feet on the floor, breathing in and out with intention. Whatever followed her into this day, she would meet it standing on her own two feet.By the time she arrived at Chapman Corporation, she was already composed, dressed sharply, hair pulled back, expression calm and unreadable. The boardroom was unusually quiet when she walked in. Conversations paused briefly, then resumed in lower tones around her. Petra took her seat without acknowledgment, placing her tablet neatly in front of her on the table.The meeting moved through routine m

They were in the sitting room, with evening light slanting through the wide windows and casting long shadows across the polished floor. The house was quiet, but the silence between them carried a tension that made the room feel smaller than it was.Oscar had barely taken off his jacket before she spoke. Her expression was calm, but there was nothing uncertain about the way she watched him. She had noticed the changes in him for days, and she was no longer willing to pretend that they meant nothing.“You’ve been pulling away,” she said, arms folded loosely, eyes fixed on him. “Not emotionally. Intentionally.”Oscar paused mid-step.For a brief moment, he considered giving her the reassurance he had offered several times before. He could tell her that everything was under control, that there was nothing she needed to worry about, and that he would explain when the right time came.But he knew Petra would not accept another half-truth.She had become too familiar with the difference b

The corporate mediation office was built to feel neutral.Neutral colours. Neutral scents. Neutral silence.Petra noticed it the moment she stepped inside; the beige walls, the glass partitions, the low hum of the air-conditioning meant to soothe nerves before difficult conversations.Even the art on the walls was generic, inoffensive landscapes that demanded nothing from the viewer.It felt almost insulting, how deliberately calm the place was, considering the storms people brought into it.She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and took a slow breath, filling her lungs with the recycled air.Then she saw him.Pete stood near the reception desk, speaking quietly to a woman in a navy suit. He looked thinner than she remembered. His shoulders were slightly hunched, as though he had grown accustomed to bracing himself for impact.The light from overhead cast shadows beneath his eyes, deepening the hollows there.There were encounters you could prepare for and encounters that

Petra had always believed she was prepared for this moment.She had survived public scrutiny before; boardroom whispers, quiet character assassinations, polite smiles that hid sharp judgments. She had learned how to sit straight under pressure, how to answer questions without revealing the tremor beneath her voice.But preparing to testify was different. This was not about performance. It was about excavation.She woke before dawn, the sky still dark, her body already tense. The house was silent, but her mind was loud, replaying moments she thought she had buried properly.She lay still for a while, staring at the ceiling, feeling the familiar weight settle in her chest.By the time she got out of bed, her hands were already shaking.Petra spent the morning reviewing documents with Oscar and her legal team. The dining table had been converted into a temporary war room; files stacked neatly, tabs colour-coded, timelines printed and reprinted. Each document carried a memory, each date