All Chapters of Revenge On My Ex-Husband : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lora’s POVThe word stayed in the air long after the guard said it.Thief.My fingers tightened slowly around the straps of the shopping bags while heat rushed violently into my face. Around us, conversations had already begun lowering into whispers. I could feel eyes turning toward me from every direction now.They were watching and judging. A woman near the jewelry display pulled her daughter slightly closer to her side while another customer openly stared at the velvet box still resting in the guard’s hand.“No,” I said again, more firmly this time. “I didn’t steal anything.”The guard maintained the same cold professional expression.“The bracelet was found inside your bag, ma’am.”“Because someone put it there.”The words came out immediately.But the moment silence followed my words, I realized how desperate they sounded.Vivian stepped beside me gracefully.“There’s obviously been some misunderstanding,” she said smoothly.Unlike me, she looked perfectly calm and composed. On

Lora’s POVI barely slept the entire night, no matter how hard I tried. Every time my eyes closed, I saw the security guard standing in front of me again while strangers watched from every direction.The humiliation still sat heavily beneath my skin like something stained there permanently. No matter how many times I tried to force the memory away, it returned sharper each time.Slowly, I pushed the blanket away and sat upright against the bed.Sunlight spilled quietly through the floor to ceiling windows, warm and golden against the polished floors. The brightness should have made the room feel comforting.Instead, the entire mansion felt strangely unfamiliar this morning.I glanced toward the empty side of the bed instinctively before catching myself.Drake had already left for work.A strange heaviness settled inside me at the realization. I hated that I noticed his absence this quickly now.My fingers brushed tiredly against my forehead before I stood from the bed carefully. The

Lora’s POV“It’s my mother…”The words barely left my mouth properly before Drake started moving.Everything around me suddenly felt distorted. The bedroom, the lights, the sound of my own breathing. Panic crashed through my chest so violently that I could barely think straight.“What happened?” Drake asked sharply.I forced myself to grip the phone tighter before answering. “They said there were complications after her surgery.”The sentence broke apart halfway through.Fear had already wrapped itself so tightly around my throat that breathing felt difficult.Drake held my gaze for only a second before turning toward the door.“Bruno,” he called calmly.The door opened almost immediately like Bruno had already been standing outside.“Yes, sir.”“Prepare the car.”Bruno’s eyes moved toward me briefly, immediately understanding the severity of the situation from my expression alone.“Yes, sir.”He disappeared again without another question.I stood from the bed too quickly and dizzines

Drake’s POVThe mansion felt unusually alive that evening.Voices drifted faintly from downstairs the moment I stepped through the front doors while servants moved between the dining area and kitchen carrying trays of wine glasses and polished silverware. The scent of food lingered heavily in the air alongside the soft sound of piano music playing somewhere deeper inside the house.One of the staff approached quickly to collect my coat.“Your father asked that you join dinner as soon as possible, sir.”I glanced toward the dining area ahead. “We have guests?”“Yes, sir. Dr. Mark arrived earlier.”That explained the extra activity.I gave a small nod before loosening my tie slightly, then I handed over my coat before walking further into the house. The day had been long enough already. I had meetings with investors, and there were endless conversations that blurred together after a certain point.All I wanted was quiet after the last 24 hours. Unfortunately, the Grayson family rarely

Drake’s POVThe mansion was quieter than usual when I returned home that evening.It was filled with the kind of silence that followed long days and expensive walls. Soft piano music drifted faintly from somewhere deeper inside the house while the staff moved carefully through the hallways carrying trays and folded linens with practiced discretion.I found Lora sitting alone in the library. She sat near the windows with a book resting open against her lap, though judging from the distant look in her eyes, she had not turned a page in a while. Warm light from the nearby lamp softened against her features while strands of dark hair slipped loosely over one shoulder.For a moment, she did not notice me. And before I could stop myself, I found my attention lingering longer than necessary.Then she looked up.The second her eyes met mine, something subtle shifted across her expression before she closed the book carefully.“You’re back.” The words sounded simple. Still, something about he