All Chapters of Revenge After Divorce: All Men Want Her : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena’s POVI took a few more days off.I stayed holed up in Damon’s penthouse while my back healed. To be honest, Damon was loving every second of it. He barely set foot in the office. His poor assistant had basically become a glorified errand boy, running between the headquarters and the apartment with piles of files and endless coffees, looking like he was one bad day away from a total mental breakdown.As for Julian, I hadn't heard a peep from him since the vase incident. But he was everywhere on social media. His feed was a goddamn joke—non-stop photos of him and Candy looking like a pair of blissed-out newlyweds on their honeymoon.The latest post featured that emerald heart necklace.The caption? “I promised, and I delivered.”Damon was leaning against the bedroom doorframe, glass of water in hand, watching me scroll. He scowled.“If you’re actually serious about the divorce, why are you doing this to yourself? It’s pure masochism.”“You wouldn’t get it,” I said, not even looki

Elena’s POV“Take a breath, Julian. You sound a little wound up.”Damon’s voice, cold as a scalpel, cut through the speaker. Julian froze instantly, like someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over his head.His entire tone flipped in a heartbeat. “Damon? Sorry... I didn't realize it was you.”“Swing by my place tonight. There are some people I want you to meet.”“Damon, I can’t. I’m right in the middle of—”“That’s a shame. They’re looking to move a massive shipment of chips. We’re talking a hundred-million-dollar contract.”Julian hesitated. A hundred million. With the IPO just days away, that was the ultimate bait. He shot a lethal look at the trashed room.“I’m on my way, Damon.”He turned to me before storming out. “Think long and hard about this, Elena. We aren’t done.”He sped off. I let out a massive breath of relief and grabbed my suitcase. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I didn't give a damn. I just wanted to watch him bleed a little before I walked out for goo

Julian’s POV"Damon? It’s Julian. Look, I’m begging you—help me find Elena. I just found out she’s gone, she cleared out the whole house... I don’t know what to do."There was a long beat of silence on the other end. Then I heard a sound—someone eating."Damon? You there?""Yeah, I’m here," he finally drawled, sounding way too relaxed. "Your ex-wife? How the hell would I know where she is?""She’s not my 'ex'! She’s my wife! Damon, please, use your contacts. This is an emergency. She’s trying to divorce me."I heard Damon whisper something to someone next to him. A muffled giggle."Look, Julian, be realistic," he said in this patronizing, fatherly tone that made my blood boil. "You’ve got your little side-piece... Candy. That’s the great love of your life, right? Why are you clinging to Elena? Sign the papers. Everybody wins. It’s a win-win.""It’s complicated, Damon. You wouldn't understand. Just find her. Please.""Fine, fine. If I hear anything, I’ll let you know."He hung up. I ha

Julian made it back to the villa just as the first grey light of dawn hit the windows. He stood in the center of the living room, a hollowed-out ghost in the wreckage he’d created during last night’s meltdown.He began to clean. It was a manic, obsessive ritual. He scrubbed the floors until his knuckles bled, his mind drifting back to how Elena had grouted every single tile joint herself years ago. They were broke back then, and she had spent days on her knees to save them a few dollars. Now, no matter how much bleach Julian dumped on the floor, he couldn't scrub away the stench of a dying marriage.Then, he saw it. Wedged deep in the sofa cushions was a small silver frame. Inside was a grainy ultrasound: "Little L."The air left his lungs. That was the first child Elena had lost. He could still see himself kneeling by her hospital bed, sobbing, swearing that nobody would ever replace that child in his heart.And yet, he had let another woman get pregnant just to fill the void. He had

The air turned to ice the moment Julian stepped inside his family home. His mother, Rose, was waiting for him, her face a mask of fury.Word of the medical procedure he had forced upon Candy had traveled fast. Without a single word of greeting, she struck him—two thunderous slaps that left his ears ringing.“Julian! That was your own flesh and blood!” she shrieked, her voice trembling with rage. “How could you be so heartless?”Julian stood like a statue, his eyes hollow. “Mother, there is only one woman who will ever carry my name or my children. That’s Elena. The others are nothing.”His declaration only stoked the fire. Rose grabbed a porcelain tea set and hurled it against the marble floor, the pieces shattering into a million shards.“Oh, now you remember she’s your wife? Where was that loyalty for the last three years? If you weren't my son, I’d kill you myself for what you’ve put her through. That poor girl Candy is broken and alone, and you’re here playing the martyr?”Julian