Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge After Divorce: All Men Want Her : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Elena’s POVHe looked down, wearing a sickening little smirk of triumph."Everyone in our circles is talking about it. He’s falling in line, Elena. Come back to me... let’s just forget everything."He actually dropped to his knees on the filthy sidewalk, hands clasped together."I’ll do whatever you want. Punish me, empty my bank accounts, but don't leave me..."I looked down at him with a disgust so pure it surprised even me."Julian, even if you dropped dead right here on this pavement, I wouldn't even bother to check if your heart was still beating."Since he wouldn't let go of my legs, rage finally took over.I slipped off one of my pumps and started swinging. I didn't care where I hit him; the stiletto heel came down on him like a dagger.Julian grit his teeth, his face contorted in pain, but the psychopath stubbornly refused to loosen his grip.The racket we were making finally drew the guests out of the restaurant. The cream of the Parisian jeunesse dorée stared at us as if we

Elena’s POVThe next day, I dragged myself to the hospital. I wasn’t even sure why I was doing it.I wandered through those sterile, bleach-smelling hallways for a minute before I found his department. I saw Adrien through his office door, and honestly? He looked like a completely different person. He had these glasses on, staring at scans like his life depended on it. He looked intense, untouchable—the kind of high-level pro you don't mess with. Across from him, some old guy was looking at him like he was the Oracle.I ended up sitting in the waiting room, feeling totally out of place. All I heard from the people around me was how "brilliant" he was. “He’s the best in the city,” “He saved my husband when everyone else gave up.” I felt like an idiot. The Adrien I knew was the guy in shorts from that tiny village this summer. This guy? This was some world-class heart surgeon.I sat there for two hours. My blood was starting to boil. I kept checking my watch—my flight to Nice wasn't goi

Elena’s POVI dug through my bag and pulled out a handful of loose bills and change. A twenty, a few two-euro coins, and some random silver I found buried in the lining.I spread it all out on the wooden table, managed to line up exactly seventy-five euros."There. For lunch. I eat like a bird, so seventy-five more than covers my share. As for the meds this morning? Consider those on the house. After all, you got yours too, didn't you?"Adrien looked down at the little pile of money. He let out a muffled laugh—a mix of being annoyed and just giving up—but he didn't snap back."I’m going to the bathroom," I said, standing up.I hadn’t even taken three steps before he grabbed the strap of my bag to pull me back."Leave the bag here. I don’t need you pulling a disappearing act through the fire exit.""Are you kidding me? Fine, take it!" I shoved the bag against his chest. "You’re seriously paranoid."When I came back out, Adrien was waiting for me on the sidewalk. My bag was slung noncha

Elena’s POV"I have to head back to the hospital. Take my car if you need to get around."I stood up, feeling a bit awkward."That’s nice of you, Adrien, but you’ve already done enough. I’ll just grab a room at a boutique hotel nearby and—""With what ID?" he cut me off.I bit my lip. He was right. Without a passport or my residency card, no receptionist in Paris would hand me a key—not even for a dive motel.Adrien walked toward the entryway and dropped a spare set of keys on the table in front of me."Just for a few days. Until you get your papers sorted. And if you’re really feeling that guilty about it, why don't you make dinner? It’ll be a nice change from the vending machine sandwiches at the clinic."I hesitated. Every friend I had in Paris was connected to Julian’s circle in some way. When I got divorced, I’d chosen to take the cash settlement and run rather than fight for the apartment on Île Saint-Louis.Long story short: I was officially homeless."I’m busy, you won’t even

Elena’s POVThe silence in Adrien’s apartment was starting to get to me. I needed to move, to catch a breath of real air before heading out to go another round with the paper-pushers at the Prefecture.The second my foot hit the sidewalk, I knew the day was about to turn into a nightmare. A black sedan screeched to a halt right in front of me. Julian lunged out like a jack-in-the-box. Before I could even scream, he’d shoved me into the backseat."Julian! What the hell are you doing? Stop the car!"He didn't say a word. The bruises from where I’d hit him the other night were still dark purple on his face. He didn't look like a Tech golden boy anymore; he looked like a cornered animal. With a sudden jerk, he grabbed the collar of my trench coat and yanked it open. When he saw the marks Adrien had left on my skin, he let out a roar of pure rage."Elena! How could you? After Lambert, you go for some little doctor? Do you have any dignity left at all?"Slap.The sound cracked inside the ca