All Chapters of Revenge On My Ex-Husband : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lora’s POVThe hospital had slowly started becoming part of my routine without me realizing it.I knew which elevator made the strange clicking sound before reaching William’s floor. I knew which nurse always carried too many pens inside her pocket. I even knew the exact hour the cafeteria coffee became completely undrinkable.Somehow, between worry and exhaustion and endless visits, this place had stopped feeling temporary.William was improving gradually. Not fully recovered yet, but better enough that the tension surrounding the family had eased slightly over the past few days. Drake still handled most conversations with the doctors personally while I mostly stayed nearby helping however I could.Maybe because part of me still felt indebted to him. Or maybe because caring for people had become instinctive after spending most of my life caring for my mother.That afternoon, William had finally fallen asleep after arguing with Dr. Mark about dietary restrictions for nearly twenty min

Lora’s POV I almost did not go to the hospital that afternoon because of the message I received a few minutes ago. For nearly ten minutes, I sat at the edge of the bed staring at my phone while Dr. Mark’s message remained open on the screen. Can you come by when you’re free? I’d like to speak with you privately. Nothing about the message sounded alarming. If anything, the wording remained calm enough to almost feel ordinary. Still, something about it unsettled me. Maybe because Dr. Mark rarely asked for private conversations directly. Most times, our interactions happened naturally around William’s room or during brief conversations in the hallway while he checked charts and annoyed patients by making terrible jokes. And maybe because lately, every quiet conversation in my life seemed to carry the possibility of changing something permanently. By the time I finally arrived at the hospital, evening light had already begun fading slowly beyond the glass entrance doors.

Lora’s POVI woke up to my phone vibrating again.For one disoriented second, I thought I had imagined the endless notifications from last night. Then the screen lit up again across the nightstand.Another notification.My chest tightened immediately. Beside me, the other side of the bed remained untouched. Drake had not come upstairs at all last night.I reached for the phone slowly, still half expecting to see another article dragging my name through the dirt again.Instead, dozens of messages crowded the screen so aggressively that I could barely process them properly.Have you seen this?Turn on the news.Oh my God, Lora.Even social media tags flooded endlessly beneath the messages. Confusion settled heavily inside me as I sat upright against the headboard.Then finally, I clicked the first link. The screen opened immediately into a video interview.Drake.He sat inside what looked like his office conference room wearing a dark suit with his sleeves folded slightly beneath his wr

Drake’s POVBy the time I got home that evening, the mansion lights had already come on across the lower floor.Rain tapped softly against the windows while staff moved quietly through the hallways carrying trays and folded linens toward the west wing.Normally, I would have headed straight toward my office. Instead, my attention searched for her automatically and somehow, that realization irritated me slightly.Bruno fell into step beside me the moment I entered the foyer. “You missed dinner.”“I know.”“You also missed Vivian criticizing the chef for overcooking fish.”“Did he survive?.”“Barely.”I loosened my tie slowly while scanning the downstairs lounge instinctively.There was no Lora in sight and she didn’t answer my call on my way home either. Something about that unsettled me immediately.“She came back yet?” I asked without thinking.Bruno’s expression changed almost instantly. “About an hour ago,” he replied carefully.I looked toward him fully now. “And?”“She looked ups

Lora's POVMy heart stopped for a few seconds not because I didn't know the answer but because I had spent months avoiding it.Of all the conversations I thought I would have with my mother today, this was somehow the one that frightened me most.Marianna watched me quietly from across the couch waiting patiently. The same way she had waited through every difficult conversation we had ever shared."Who is Drake?"The question lingered between us. The question sounded simple and direct but it wasn’t easy to answer still. I looked away first and that alone was enough to make her suspicious."Lora."I rubbed my palms together slowly trying to figure out where to begin. The truth felt too complicated now.Eventually, I exhaled. Then said the only answer that mattered."He's my husband."Complete silence filled the room. My mother blinked once. Then twice, before she stared at me. "I beg your pardon?"A nervous laugh escaped me. Not because anything was funny, there was no version of thi