All Chapters of Revenge After Divorce: All Men Want Her : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elena’s POVAfter the storm, the calm. Damon carried me to the thermal pool on the private terrace. My body, heavy and exhausted, surrendered completely against his. My eyes were half-closed, my skin still flushed from the heat of his touch.He lowered me with unexpected gentleness into the steaming water, which instantly enveloped me like a warm shroud. A sigh of satisfaction escaped my lips before I could stop it. Damon slid in behind me, his arms locking firmly around my waist, pulling me back against his powerful chest.Resting his chin on the top of my head, he murmured with a dry, mocking vibrate in his voice, “You know, I originally just wanted to put on a swimsuit.”I let out a muffled laugh, letting myself be rocked by the soft lapping of the water and the steady rhythm of his heart beating against my back. Silence settled over us, broken only by the occasional splash.“He’s being infuriatingly slow,” Damon finally growled, referring to Julian. “This has been dragging on for

Julian’s POV"You... what did you just say?"My voice was nothing but a strangled hiss. Terror clawed at my throat; a wave of irrational panic surged through me. I stared at Elena, praying I’d misheard—praying this was just another one of her cold-blooded psychological tactics.But her smile only widened, as sharp and clinical as a scalpel on a winter night."I said I cheated on you too, Julian. Oh, and at the house... do you remember? You were the one who took out the trash, weren't you? You threw away another man's evidence without even realizing it. Thank you for cleaning up after us. You really were an exemplary husband in that regard."Every word was a detonation. My brain refused to process it. I wanted to scream that she was lying, that she was just inventing stories to get back at me for Candy, to twist the knife. But looking into her eyes—those ice-cold, lucid eyes—I knew.She wasn't lying."Why... Elena... why?" The last flicker of light in my life went out. "You’re lying. T

Elena’s POVWhile Damon was busy paralyzing every airport in Paris, I was already long gone.To shake anyone following me, I had cobbled together a chaotic itinerary: last-minute carpools, cross-country night buses, and even a few miles spent clinging to the back of a delivery scooter through congested alleys. By sunrise, Paris was nothing more than a hazy memory in my rearview mirror.My plan wasn't complicated, but that flash of possessiveness I’d seen in Damon’s eyes the other night had chilled my blood. I wanted one thing: to vanish for a month, return only to sign the final divorce papers, and then start a new life far away from everyone.In my mind, it was clear. Damon and I belonged to opposite worlds. There was no future between a titan of high finance and a woman still picking up the wreckage of her own existence. To him, I was likely just a distraction—a whim born out of novelty. In a month’s time, he’d have moved on to a more glittering conquest.I had warned my only true f

Elena’s POVI continued on my way, wandering aimlessly through the village’s narrow alleys.My phone vibrated in my pocket: it was Chloé."Chloé? What’s going on?""Elena," her voice was incredibly tense. "Tell me, what exactly did you do in Paris?""Nothing much, why?""I heard they’re looking for you everywhere. Apparently, someone is turning the city upside down to get their hands on you. People are panicking."Aside from Julian or Damon, I couldn't imagine who would launch a manhunt of that scale. Julian? Unlikely—he was probably sitting quietly, waiting for the final papers to be signed. Damon, on the other hand..."Forget it, Chloé. I’ll come back when the time is right.""Just watch your back, okay?"I hung up, my mind drifting. I headed straight back to the inn.Sophie, the owner, has a cat—a little thing she calls Minou. I found him in the garden and knelt down beside him. As I stroked his fur, I felt the pressure of the day start to lift. He closed his eyes, purring like a w

Elena’s POVThe doctor’s treatment was aggressive, to say the least. I spent the night practically living in the bathroom. I’m not sure if the toxins are gone, but I am hollowed out. Literally.Strict orders: no food for twelve hours. I stayed sprawled across my bed, lacking even the strength to pull up my duvet. When the hospital called to check in, I stammered out two words before hanging up, completely spent. Was this really my grand escape? Falling victim to a village pastry?I was drifting back into a hazy sleep when the doorbell rang. A sharp, insistent sound.Who could possibly be looking for me here?I eventually dragged myself to the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw Adrien. He was standing as straight as a soldier, holding a bag from a high-end deli. I opened the door, my voice sounding like gravel."Doctor? What on earth are you doing here?"He took one look at my haggard face. I must have looked like a ghost—hair a mess, the literal portrait of human misery."The f