All Chapters of Divorce the Cheat, Return for Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The tension inside the hall had thickened until it felt almost impossible to breathe, pressing against the walls and the ceiling and the chests of everyone gathered inside.Then suddenly, a man's voice cut sharply through the noise from somewhere in the crowd."Exactly!" he shouted, pointing an accusatory finger directly at Eric and Martins, his face flushed and tight with irritation that had clearly been building for some time.His voice carried the kind of natural authority that cuts through a room without needing to try. "You're lowlifes yourselves. Just now, you shamelessly claimed these two cheaters were just best friends. Now what? You suddenly turn around and tell the wife to be forgiving. Ridiculous!"His words landed like a match on dry paper.The crowd stirred immediately, the murmuring rising in pitch and volume. Some people nodded their heads with visible agreement, their expressions hardening with validation.Others shook their heads in open disgust, not at the man speaki

Her voice was so loud that it cut across the hall like a blade.“Petra,” Pete called again, shifting uncomfortably where he stood. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, and his face had already begun to pale. “You’re the baby’s mom. How could you even say that? No matter how upset you are, you can’t deny your own child.”“Gosh!” Zoe cut in irritably, her voice sharp with anger as she rolled her eyes. “You’re outrageous. Are you seriously denying your child because you’re jealous?”A low murmur spread through the crowd gathered in the banquet hall. People began whispering among themselves, their eyes darting between Petra, Pete, and Zoe.The atmosphere, which had already been tense, now felt like a tightly stretched rope ready to snap.Petra’s heart was beating faster now, her chest rising and falling as if she had just run a long distance. Rage burned fiercely in her eyes as she stared directly at Zoe.The woman’s smugness, her arrogance, and the way she spoke as if she owned ev

The chaos inside the hall had reached its peak.Pieces of cake lay scattered across the floor, smeared under hurried footsteps. Fruits rolled lazily across the polished tiles, and fragments of wooden decorations were spread near the stage like the aftermath of a small storm.The once elegant event hall now looked like a battlefield where anger had exploded without warning.Pete stood in front of Zoe, his back stiff as he absorbed the last few objects thrown by the furious crowd. His suit was stained with cream, fruit pulp, and bits of icing.His hair, once neatly styled for the evening’s event, now hung slightly out of place.Zoe clung tightly to him from behind, her fingers gripping the fabric of his jacket as if letting go would make the ground collapse beneath her feet.The crowd, however, was still buzzing with rage.Someone lifted another slice of cake, ready to throw again.“Enough!” Pete shouted suddenly.His voice boomed across the hall, cutting sharply through the noise. For

The moment Malcolm Chapman’s name was indirectly mentioned, the atmosphere inside the hall shifted again, this time with a different kind of tension.Conversations that had been scattered around the room suddenly focused on one subject.The guests who had originally come merely to enjoy a high-profile event now found themselves standing inside what felt like the center of a brewing storm.“Wait, is he referring to the powerhouse behind EcoHills’ economic lifeline, with international reach?” one guest asked loudly, his voice filled with disbelief as he looked toward Pete.The man’s eyes were wide, and the shock in his tone quickly caught the attention of the people standing nearby.“I heard they only invest in billion-level deals,” another guest said quietly to the first speaker, leaning closer as though sharing a dangerous secret. His voice was lowered to almost a whisper, yet the intensity in his words made several listeners lean in as well. “How did Pete of all people secure their f

“Petra,” Malcolm called as he hurried forward, his long strides quickly closing the distance between them.His normally composed expression was replaced by visible worry as he reached his sister and immediately took her hand in both of his. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”The concern in his voice was unmistakable.For a man known in business circles as cold, calculating, and almost impossible to read, the protective warmth he showed now was startling.Petra looked up at him, the tension that had surrounded her for hours finally softening slightly when she saw her brother standing there.“Don’t worry,” Petra said, smiling with quiet reassurance. “I’m fine. They were yapping uncontrollably,” she added calmly as she briefly turned her head to glance at Pete and Zoe standing nearby before returning her gaze to Malcolm. “So I considered it a post-meal show.”A faint chuckle escaped her lips.Her composure was remarkable considering the storm that had erupted around her.Malcolm studied