All Chapters of Revenge On My Ex-Husband : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lora’s POVThe Grayson mansion was too quiet the next morning. It wasn’t the peaceful kind of quiet, and it wasn’t the type of peaceful that comforts. This silence felt watchful.I opened my eyes slowly, disoriented for a moment by the unfamiliar ceiling above me. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows in soft streaks, illuminating the enormous bedroom in pale gold. Everything looked expensive. And none of it felt like mine.I pushed myself up carefully, wincing faintly when the movement tugged at the bandage beneath my shirt. The events of yesterday came back too quickly after that. Vivian. Chloe. Jackson. The hospital.Drake.A quiet rustle made me lift my head.He was standing near the windows, already dressed in a dark suit, one hand adjusting the cuff of his watch. Morning light carved sharp lines across his face, making him look colder than ever.For a second, I simply watched him. Looking at him still felt unreal. The stranger from Murphy’s Bar had somehow become my husba

Lora’s POVThe moment Bruno stepped into the room, the air changed. Not loudly, not suddenly but just enough for instinct to notice. He stood near the doorway in his usual dark suit, composed as ever, a file resting neatly against his palm. The dim light from the fireplace caught briefly against the edges of the black folder before disappearing again.“Sir,” Bruno said respectfully.Drake turned slightly from the window.For some reason, my eyes drifted to the file too. I didn’t know what it was, but something about the way Drake looked at me for a few seconds before looking away unsettled me. The room had only just settled after the doctor left. The silence between Drake and I had barely softened when Bruno appeared carrying paperwork like it mattered enough to interrupt.“Here’s the folder sir.” Bruno said to Drake who was now looking at him. For a second, I assumed they belonged to Mr. Grayson. Or maybe Drake himself. Wealthy families like this always seemed buried beneath confi

Lora’s POVSleep never truly came throughout the night. Even after the storm faded into silence and the mansion settled into stillness around us, my mind refused to rest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Chloe’s face again, her smile and those sharp eyes that always seemed to know more than they should.And then there was Drake.The way he looked at me inside the bathroom kept replaying itself in my head in ways I did not know how to untangle.By morning, exhaustion sat heavily beneath my skin.Soft sunlight spilled across the bedroom curtains when I finally opened my eyes properly. The space beside me was already empty.I stared at it for a moment longer than necessary.The faint scent of his cologne still lingered against the sheets.Something about that realization unsettled me far more than it should have.I pushed myself upright slowly before reaching for the robe folded neatly at the edge of the bed. The mansion felt strangely quiet again as I stepped into the hallway a short

Drake’s POVMorning settled heavily over the city, gray clouds stretching endlessly beyond the glass walls of Grayson Holdings while the streets below drowned beneath the rush of traffic and movement.From the top floor of the building, everything looked distant, small and manageable. That illusion had always amused me because nothing in my life had ever truly been manageable.Not this company, not my family. And certainly not the woman who had somehow followed me into my thoughts long after I left the mansion this morning.I stood near the windows of my office with one hand resting inside my pocket while the other loosened slightly around the untouched cup of coffee beside me. The bitterness from it had already gone cold. Much like my mood.Behind me, voices moved quietly through the executive floor while assistants hurried between offices carrying files and schedules that were worth millions of dollars.Normally, mornings like this sharpened my focus.Today, I had reread the same

Drake’s POVThe office doors closed quietly behind Adrian Wolfe. But somehow, the tension he left behind remained.It settled into the room slowly, heavily, like smoke refusing to disappear after a fire. The city lights beyond the glass walls reflected against the polished floor while silence stretched between Bruno and I for several long seconds.I remained standing beside my desk, one hand resting against the edge of it while Adrian’s final words replayed themselves inside my head with irritating precision.No one aside from Bruno and my lawyer knew about the arrangement, not even Lora. And Adrain had stood right in front of me and talked about it like he knew everything about it. Bruno finally broke the silence first. Decoration“How does he know about the marriage?”“That’s not what concerns me.”Bruno frowned faintly. “Then what does?”I looked toward the closed office doors again.“He wanted me to know that he knows.”The realization darkened the atmosphere instantly.Bruno’s e