All Chapters of Revenge On My Ex-Husband : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lora’s POVThe ballroom looked exactly like the kind of place people like me were never meant to belong in.Crystal chandeliers spilled golden light across polished marble floors while expensive laughter drifted through the air in soft controlled waves. Every table glittered beneath towering floral arrangements and candlelight while men in tailored suits and women wrapped in diamonds moved through the room with effortless elegance.And somehow, every single person seemed to notice the moment Drake and I walked in.The attention settled against my skin almost immediately. It was sharp and heavy enough to make me suddenly aware of every movement I made. Conversations softened as people turned discreetly toward us while camera flashes flickered endlessly somewhere near the entrance behind us.I resisted the urge to slow down. Beside me, Drake remained completely unaffected by any of it.His expression stayed calm as his hand rested lightly against the small of my back guiding me through

Lora’s POV Dr. Mark stood across from us holding William’s test results while Chloe sat curled near the far end of the couch looking emotionally drained already. Vivian remained composed beside her.“The collapse put serious strain on his heart,” Dr. Mark explained calmly. “For now, we’ve stabilized him, but I want him monitored closely over the next few days.”Chloe straightened immediately. “Wait…monitored how serious?”“Serious enough that I don’t want him leaving yet.”Her face paled. “Oh my God.”Drake spoke then, his voice quieter than usual.“What caused it?” no.Dr. Mark paused briefly before answering.“Stress definitely contributed. But we’re still reviewing some things.”I noticed the shift in Drake’s expression instantly. Vivian noticed too but everyone kept quiet, nobody asked any other question. Dr. Mark glanced down at the file again before adding, “Someone should stay nearby tonight in case his condition changes unexpectedly again.”Everywhere went quiet. Chloe look

Lora’s POVAfter dinner, I stood near the wardrobe staring at three different dresses spread across the bed while trying to decide which one looked least suspicious. Or maybe least noticeable.Eventually, I picked up a dark navy dress with softer material around the waist before holding it against myself silently.“Fourth outfit today?”Drake’s voice came from behind me.I looked over my shoulder to find him leaning lightly against the doorway while loosening the cuffs of his sleeves. His tie already hung slightly loose around his neck now, the sharpness from earlier in the day softened faintly by exhaustion.“It’s only the third,” I corrected.“That somehow sounds worse.”A reluctant smile tugged briefly at my mouth before disappearing again. Drake crossed the room slowly before setting his phone near the nightstand.“You know most people just wear clothes without conducting full investigations first.”“Most people aren’t being judged by your family every five seconds.”“That’s fair.

Drake’s POVI spotted Lora before she noticed me, when I returned upstairs. She stood beside my father’s hospital bed adjusting his blanket carefully while my father remained asleep. Somewhere farther down the floor, machines beeped steadily behind closed doors while rainless darkness pressed quietly against the windows overlooking the city.For a moment, I simply watched her. The tiredness still showed faintly beneath her eyes, but something about her looked different tonight than she had the past few days. She looked less tense and less guarded.She tucked the blanket beneath William’s arm gently before stepping back. Then she noticed me standing near the doorway.“You disappeared.”“I had work.”“That sounds tragic.”I leaned lightly against the doorframe watching her. “You say that like you’ve suffered personally.”“I spent twenty minutes alone with Dr. Mark.”“That explains the attitude.”A quiet laugh escaped her before she walked toward me slowly. “Is he always like that?”“Y

Lora’s POVI left the mansion earlier than usual the next morning, not because I had to be at the hospital. I just could not stand another breakfast table filled with people pretending not to notice how publicly humiliated I had become overnight.The articles were everywhere now. Even after Drake’s legal team started removing some of them, screenshots continued spreading online faster than they could disappear. Every time one post vanished, three more appeared somewhere else.I stopped checking my phone halfway through the drive. The comments had started sounding the same eventually. Gold digger.Manipulator.Social climber.A woman who trapped one man before upgrading to another richer one.The worst part was how confidently strangers spoke about my life like they had personally witnessed every terrible moment inside it.By the time I stepped into the hospital lobby, tiredness already sat heavily inside my chest.The scent of antiseptic and polished floors wrapped around me almost