All Chapters of He Left Her Broken, She Returned a Weapon: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81 The grand party hall was alive with the soft murmur of laughter, the clink of crystal glasses, and the soft melodious music playing in tge background weaving through the dense night air. After the drama had unfolded, Naomi had quickly left the venue, and Mallory had given the excuse that Daisy was unwell so they could go home. The drama had been immediately forgotten. Soon, authorized reporters flooded the event, taking pictures and making videos. Outside, Jacob sat under the generous shade of a sprawling elm tree, the cool breeze carrying a faint fragrance of jasmine from the manicured gardens that lined the path to the party. His figure was cast in shadow, the sharp lines of his tailored suit slightly softened by the gentle darkness. He pulled a sleek metallic lighter from his breast pocket, fingers working with practiced ease as he flicked it open, its flame briefly illuminating the mint-scented cigarette p

Chapter 83 Jessica’s hand flew instinctively to the burning flush spreading across her cheek where Suzanne's palm had struck, the sting sharp and startling, almost eclipsing the shock that froze her in place. Her eyes widened, glassy with disbelief, as she stared at Suzanne—her mouth slightly agape, trembling with a mix of hurt and confusion. The loud crack of the slap still echoed in her ears, a sound that should’ve been impossible between them. “You...slapped me?” The words escaped Jessica’s lips in a shaky whisper, her voice quivering as though it might break apart entirely, revealing the fragile edge beneath her hurt. Suzanne, her chest heaving, took a few uncertain steps back, suddenly aware of the gravity of what she’d just done. The wild spark in her eyes softened, replace by something raw and unguarded—shame, panic, confusion. Her lips quivered fiercely, but no apology formed. She wanted, all at once, to explain, defend, deny, but words tangled up and stalled in her th

Chapter 85"Tea? Coffee?" Jacob asked, walking towards the coffee maker. Jessica sat in front of the kitchen counter, fixing her eyes with the dashing interior of the penthouse. Jacob moved toward the coffee maker with an ease born of habit and quiet confidence. The gleaming stainless steel appliance reflected the muted morning light spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse kitchen. He sifted through the beans stored in a glass jar—rich, dark, aromatic blends—all waiting to be awakened by the hot water."You look like you're good with the kitchen space," Jessica complimented as she watched Jacob preparing the coffee. Jacob glanced briefly at her, smiling. "A guy's gotta know how to do the basic stuff, you know." He replied warmly as he scooped a generous tablespoon of the ground coffee into the filter.He filled the reservoir with just the right measure of fresh, cold water, then pressed the button to start the brewing process. The machine hissed and gurgled, r

Chapter 87Leah’s footsteps echoed relentlessly against the polished wooden floor of the spacious living room. Her fingers clenched tightly, knuckles white as she paced back and forth like a caged lioness. Her head hung low, but the storm raging inside her eyes spoke volumes—every beat of her heart thudded with devastating fury. Across from her, Clarissa was a mirror image of rage, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, lips pressed into a thin, furious line as the news whispered by Edith settled heavily between them. The partnership ceremony. The handing over of the company. The irrevocable alliance with Suzanne. It was all unfolding like a nightmare neither of them wanted to face.“I can’t believe this,” Clarissa’s voice cracked, then hardened again with venom. “After everything we did! After sabotaging every single move Suzanne made. After ruffling feathers, cutting corners, bending rules… and this is how it ends?” Her breath hitched as she stared daggers at Leah. “Does this m

Chapter 89 The atmosphere on the grand floor was thick, suffocating with the weight of unspoken scandals. Employees kept their heads buried in paperwork, but their eyes darted around like hummingbirds, desperate to catch a glimpse of the spectacle unfolding.Davey was a man undone, his composure shattered by a volcanic rage. His face was a patchwork of vein-popping fury and jagged desperation, his breathing ragged as he paced the lobby like a caged predator."I will not conduct this conversation in front of an audience," Suzanne hissed, her voice a sharp, clinical blade. She kept her back rigid, her professionalism barely masking the tempest brewing beneath her skin. "I won't talk to you about this here. And if you want to remain here, I will advice you stay calm, so we can go to my office. Stop causing a nuisance. Do not turn this firm into a circus.""A circus? You think I care about appearances now?" Davey roared, his voice echoing off the marble walls. "Oh, really? So, now, I'm c