All Chapters of Divorce the Cheat, Return for Revenge: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Petra arrived at the cemetery just after dawn, when the gates had only recently been opened and the grounds still belonged more to silence than to people.The air was cool enough to cling to her skin, carrying the faint scent of damp grass and stone, a scent that seemed to seep into her clothing and settle there, patient and unhurried.A thin mist hovered close to the earth, softening the outlines of headstones and trees, making everything feel slightly removed from the rest of the world, as though the cemetery existed in a pocket of time that the rest of the city had long forgotten.She walked slowly along the narrow path, her heels sinking faintly into the wet soil at the edges. The sound was barely audible, but she noticed it anyway, the subtle resistance beneath each step, as though the ground itself remembered every weight it had ever carried, every grief that had ever passed across it.There was nowhere else she needed to be.The sky above was muted, a pale stretch of grey-blue

Petra cancelled three media requests before the afternoon wore thin.The first came through her assistant's tablet just after midday, flagged as high priority. A national business outlet wanted an exclusive; leadership after crisis, redemption arcs, a woman reclaiming power in hostile spaces.Petra glanced at the summary, listened to the pitch relayed softly across her desk, then shook her head once."Decline it," she said, already turning back to the document in front of her, her attention settling once more onto the careful rows of figures waiting for her review.The second arrived less than an hour later. A televised panel discussion, framed as a conversation but structured like a spectacle. Her assistant hesitated this time, fingers lingering on the screen."They're saying it would be good visibility," she added carefully. "It positions you as—""I know how it positions me," Petra replied, not unkindly. She reached for her pen, annotating a margin with quiet precision. "Please t

"What do you want, Pete?"Oscar's voice cut through the night with barely restrained fury as he turned fully to face Pete, his hand closing the car door with a sharp click that echoed briefly against the quiet of the parking lot. His jaw was tight, shoulders squared, every line of his body defensive, coiled like a man bracing for something he had already anticipated. "Haven't you done enough damage already?"Pete stood there beneath the muted glow of the parking lights, hands hanging at his sides, shoulders slumped in a way that looked deeply unfamiliar on him, a far cry from the composed executive he had once been.For a moment, it seemed as though he was weighing his words carefully, deciding whether speaking at all would only worsen things, whether silence might have been the wiser choice after all.Inside the car, Petra remained seated, watching through the windshield, her fingers curled lightly around the edge of her seat. She hadn't decided yet whether to step out or let Oscar

Petra woke before the alarm, the unease already sitting heavy in her chest. The room was quiet, washed in the faint grey light of early morning, but her mind refused the calm.She lay still for a moment, listening to Oscar's breathing beside her, steady and deep, and felt a pinch of guilt tighten behind her ribs.The argument from the night before hovered close, unfinished, its edges sharp. She had asked for space. He had given it.Yet the distance between them had not softened with sleep.She turned onto her side and studied his face. Even relaxed, there was tension there now, a faint line between his brows that had not existed weeks ago. Pete's name didn't need to be spoken to be present.It was there in the silence, in the careful way Oscar had looked at her before turning off the lights, in the couch where he had slept instead of their bed.Petra slipped out quietly, dressing with more care than necessary, as if moving slowly could rearrange her thoughts. In the bathroom mirror,

The foundation retreat had been described as mandatory in the email, the word sitting in bold like a challenge no one was expected to resist.Petra had received the mail earlier. She read it twice before closing her laptop, already feeling the quiet tension settle into her shoulders.She knew Pete would be there. The board list had made that unavoidable.What unsettled her was not the certainty of his presence, but the timing; two days after his discharge, two days after doctors had warned him against stress he had spent his life courting.The venue sat just outside the city, a restored estate turned conference centre, all wide lawns and glass walls meant to suggest openness and renewal.Petra arrived early, as she always did, stepping out of the car with a measured calm that had become second nature.Oscar followed close behind her, his hand hovering briefly at the small of her back before dropping away as staff approached.Inside, the air was filled with voices carried softly, polit