All Chapters of Revenge After Divorce: All Men Want Her : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Elena’s POVAgainst all odds, I crashed. A heavy, dreamless sleep—just pure darkness. It was the racket from Gaspard’s dog and a harsh light that finally pulled me out of it. It took me a few seconds to realize where I was: a room that smelled like dust and hay, miles away from my old life.Renzo was already outside. I could hear him arguing with Gaspard about how to get my Jeep back down without turning it into a crushed metal sculpture. I sat up as best I could, ran a hand through my messy hair, and tried to smooth out my wrinkled clothes. I looked like a total disaster.Renzo burst into the room just as I was struggling to put on my shoe. He glanced at my ankle."Still trashed? Want another dose of the moonshine?"I had to admit, his grandmother’s remedy had done the job. The pain had subsided significantly. I nodded "yes." We repeated his sorcerer’s ritual with the blue flame, and then he tossed me a damp washcloth to scrub the dirt off my face.Gaspard arrived with two steaming b

Elena’s POVChloé nearly had a heart attack when she saw the state I was in. She caught me just as I was climbing out of the sedan, looking like I’d been dragged through a hedge backward."What the hell did you do last night? Did you go through a spin cycle?""It’s that Moretti guy... the man is a walking curse," I exhaled, my throat tight with exhaustion and lingering rage.She escorted me straight to the Clinique du Parc. The intern on duty didn't want to take any chances and sent me for a scan to check the ligaments. I had to leave my bag and my phone with Chloé before heading into the exam room.When I came out twenty minutes later, I found Chloé in the hallway, staring intensely at my iPhone. She had a strange look on her face—somewhere between annoyance and sheer disbelief."Here. Your 'Dr. Perfect' called," she said, handing me the device."Adrien? What did he say?"Chloé rolled her eyes, mimicking a frigid, posh voice:"At first, he was in 'Why isn't Elena answering? Is she pl

Adrien’s POVI ended up massaging her ankle on the edge of the mattress with a level of saintly patience I didn't know I possessed. Elena, meanwhile, had cocooned herself in the duvet like a temperamental child. Between a few performative groans of pain, she shot me dark looks—like a moody kitten being forced to take its medicine."It wasn't intentional," I finally said, my voice sounding a bit frayed."Right... If you hadn't insisted on a round two, we wouldn't be in this mess."I stifled a sigh. It was true; I’d lost the thread. In the heat of the moment, my medical instincts had gone out the window, and I’d completely forgotten that her ankle wasn't back in working order yet. Now, she was sulking, locked under her covers, and wanted nothing to do with me."Elena, be serious. I tried to be gentle, but you’re not exactly the type to make restraint easy. We aren't robots."She scurried to the very edge of the bed, silent. I watched her for a moment, feeling a bit defeated."Honestly,

Elena’s POVI’d barely finished my sentence when the girl to my right—wearing a top that was staying up by some kind of miracle—turned to me with wide, sparkling eyes."Don't worry, gorgeous, you’re not the only one. I bet half the girls here would sell their own mothers for an hour with him. Did you see that build? The guy is pure magnetism—a total trouble magnet.""Honestly, if Ace asked me to hop on the back, I wouldn't even have to think about it," another girl added with a sigh. "He’s the ultimate local fantasy."Chloé leaned toward me, whispering:"You're getting ahead of yourself. We don't even know what he looks like under that helmet. Imagine if he takes it off and he’s some fifty-year-old creep?"I smiled, my eyes locked on the dark shadow in the distance. He was talking to one of the organizers, then he hopped back onto his electric scooter. He snapped his visor down with a sharp flick, leaning slightly forward. Ready to pounce."Even from behind, the guy has insane style.

Elena’s POVThe kid shot a fleeting glance at Renzo, then practically vaulted off his seat as if he’d sat on a hot radiator."Uh, no, sorry! I... I don't know how to ride double. Too risky. Go with the boss."Before I could even protest, the whole gang had roared off in a deafening racket.Renzo smirked. He went to grab a black bike leaning in the corner, brought it to life with a fierce kickstart, and pulled up right in front of me."Well? Are you hitchhiking or getting on?" he asked, holding out a helmet.I snatched it from his hands and shoved it onto my head."I knew this night was going to be a disaster. If Ace didn't show up, it’s definitely because you’re a jinx."Renzo paused. He cocked an eyebrow, looking amused."Oh... so you were actually here to see the Ace?""Obviously. What did you think? That I drove all this way for your benefit? And what are you doing here without a car? Is your friend Blondie a pro racer or something?"He reached out to adjust my helmet, which was si