All Chapters of Divorce the Cheat, Return for Revenge: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Tonight was not for pressure. Tonight was for presence. For celebrating what already existed rather than grasping for what might come next, for letting the moment be enough without demanding it become something more.Petra's eyes shone as emotion crept up on her, uninvited and overwhelming. She felt it rise in her chest, warm and insistent, pushing past the defenses she'd carefully constructed over years of protecting herself, defenses that had served her well but had also, at times, kept her from moments exactly like this one.She took a step forward, then another, until she was close enough to feel his warmth radiating toward her, to catch the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with something distinctly him, something that had become, over these past months, as recognizable to her as her own heartbeat.Without thinking too much about it, she shifted into his arms, hugging him tightly, as though grounding herself in the reality of him, in the solid, unmistakable presence of a man

They laughed, and the tension from earlier in the day loosened just a bit, releasing its grip on Petra's shoulders, easing something that had been coiled tight since the moment she'd watched a man fall from the fourth floor.It was strange, she thought, how life worked. Hours ago she'd watched a man nearly die. Now she was standing in a grocery store having what could become one of the most important networking conversations of her career, the two moments sitting so oddly close together that it almost felt like they belonged to different days entirely.The contrast felt surreal, almost disorienting, the ordinary hum of the supermarket a strange counterpoint to the image still lodged somewhere behind her eyes, of blood on concrete and a body suspended by bent metal rods.They continued shopping together, conversation flowing easily between the aisles. Olivia spoke warmly about Mills Corporation, about past dealings with the company — transactions that had happened before Petra offici

He moved around her swiftly, grabbed her arm with bruising force, and dragged her toward the back door of the car. Petra struggled, heels scraping against the concrete, leaving black marks.Panic finally exploded inside her chest like a bomb that had been counting down all day, every ounce of composure she had carried through the parking lot dissolving in an instant."Stop! Let go of me!" she screamed, twisting her body, trying to break free, her arm burning where his fingers dug into her flesh.She thought of the construction worker from this morning, thought of his body falling through the air, helpless against gravity. Now it was her turn to fall, not from a building but into something darker, something she couldn't see the bottom of, something that had no scaffolding to catch her before the end.He shoved her roughly into the back seat. Her shoulder hit the door frame painfully, a burst of sharp agony radiating down her arm, and before she could recover, the door slammed shut wi

Petra hesitated, her fingers curling into her palm, the sting of where the man's grip had bruised her skin still faintly throbbing beneath her sleeve. The idea of retelling everything, of sitting under harsh lights and answering questions, made her stomach churn, of reliving each terrifying second in careful, procedural detail for strangers who would only ever know the story as a case file, stripped of the fear that had made it real.Still, she nodded slowly. "I will."Together, Olivia and her men helped gather the scattered groceries, carefully placing the salvaged ones into the back seat. They were moving as though this kind of aftermath was not unfamiliar to them, as though crisis was simply another item on a list they had long since learned to manage without visible strain. Petra watched them in silence, her thoughts racing faster than she could organise them, snagging over and over on the man's words, on the name he had thrown at her like an accusation she had no way to answer

Oscar nodded once. "Yeah. I think I do."The silence that followed felt charged, like the air before a storm, the whole room seeming to hold its breath as everyone waited for whatever came next, the tension pressing against the walls until it felt almost physical.Petra's gaze fixed on Oscar, her heart beginning to race again, the exhaustion of the day suddenly pushed aside by a fresh, sharper kind of dread that settled quickly into her chest."From what Petra described," Oscar continued carefully, "the language he used, the accusation, the timing, it points to one person."He paused, then said the name that shifted the ground beneath them. "Zoe."Petra inhaled sharply. "Zoe is dead.""I know," Oscar said. "But she wasn't alone. She talked about her uncle. Uncle Martins."Tobi stopped pacing. "You're saying this man is related to Zoe Fox?""Yes," Oscar replied. "I've seen him before. Not clearly, but enough to recognise the pattern. I once overheard Zoe on the phone with him. She call