All Chapters of Divorced by Mistake: She Came Back Cold and Rich: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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A New Help

The morning sun cast long golden rays across the sprawling estate, illuminating the dew-kissed gardens and the elegant facade of Emily's mansion. Inside, the house was already stirring with the quiet rhythm of a new day, the clatter of dishes from the kitchen, the soft hum of the vacuum cleaner, the distant murmur of voices. Emily stood in her home office, a cup of coffee growing cold in her hand, her eyes fixed on the computer screen. She had been reviewing reports for the past hour, her mind churning with the weight of everything that had happened—the funeral, the confrontation with Faustina, the discovery of Mama Bertha, the adoption of Belinda. And now, the investigation. She looked up as a soft knock sounded at the door. "Come in." Belinda stepped inside, dressed in a simple but professional blouse and trousers. Her hair was pulled back, her expression alert and focused. She looked like a woman ready for battle, a battle that would be fought with information, not weapons

One Final Thing

Elsewhere in the building, a young woman named Tricia sat at her desk, her fingers hovering over her keyboard. She had been hired three weeks ago, a temporary position in the supply chain department, nothing glamorous, nothing important. But Tricia had a secret. She wasn't just a temp. She was Emilia's eyes and ears. She had been placed in the company to watch, to listen, to report back to her true employer. Every conversation she overheard, every document she glimpsed, every piece of gossip that floated through the office, she filed it away and passed it along. And now, something new had caught her attention. A new hire. A woman named Belinda. Tricia watched as Belinda was led through the office, introduced to various staff members, given a tour of the facilities. There was something about her, something that made Tricia's instincts prickle. She pulled out her phone and typed a quick message to Emilia. "New hire. Female. Name: Belinda. She seems... too observant for a junior

The Haunt Returns

The city lights blurred past Nicole's window as he drove through the winding streets, his hands gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled tension. The evening had settled over the metropolis like a velvet shroud, painting the skyline in shades of amber and indigo. But Nicole saw none of it. His mind was elsewhere, trapped in a past he had tried desperately to escape.He hadn't told Emily where he was headed to the first time in history. His phone sat in the cup holder, screen dark and silent. He checked it repeatedly, his eyes darting between the road and the device with anxious frequency. Every vibration of the engine made him flinch, every shadow on the sidewalk tensed him up the more.She's out there and she found me. After all these years.The thought was a cold knot in his stomach, tightening with every passing mile. He had built a new life in this city, a life with Emily, a life of purpose and meaning and he was already intending to make what started as a contract, permane

The Reunion

Unable to keep his thoughts to himself, Nicole pulled out his phone and dialed his friend, Philip.Philip answered on the second ring, his face appearing on the screen. "Hey, man. How are you doing?"Nicole's voice was tense. "Listen, Philip. I'm really in a situation right now."Philip's expression immediately shifted, his casual demeanor replaced by concern. "A situation? What is it?"Nicole hesitated, the words catching in his throat. Then he forced them out."You don't understand, Philip. I can't let go of Emily."Philip blinked, confusion flickering across his face. "You're with Emily already. Oh, wait do you want to marry her? I mean y'alls agreement should be ending soon. You ended up falling bro, stay with her. You can't let go of her.""No." Nicole shook his head. "That's not what I mean."He lowered his voice, his eyes darting around the restaurant to make sure no one was listening."They're back for me, Philip. They want me."Philip's expression went still. The casual warmt

He Has Had Enough At Last

Emily parked her car carefully at a hidden end, then she and Faustina got out, watching their tail nearly every second.The narrow alcove was a sliver of darkness wedged between two crumbling buildings, a forgotten pocket of shadow in a city that never slept. Emilia pressed herself against the cold brick wall, her breath shallow, her heart pounding with the urgency of the moment. The sounds of the city drifted in from the street, distant traffic, the murmur of voices, the occasional blare of a horn, but here, in this hidden space, she was invisible.She glanced around carefully, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. Satisfied that she was alone, she reached for the hem of her outer garment and pulled it over her head. The fabric rustled softly as she replaced it with another set of clothes, darker, less conspicuous, designed to blend into the shadows rather than stand out.The operation required them to remain in their masked attire, but they couldn't afford to loo

The Terror Ahead

Faustina's expression immediately changed. Their boss. Neither of them wanted to think about what would happen if their boss discovered that they had delayed the delivery. "He'll be angry," Faustina muttered. "Exactly." Emilia picked up one of the packages, grunting slightly under its weight. "So unless you want to explain to him why we're standing around discussing my marriage, let's get moving." Faustina quickly grabbed another package. "Fine." The two women began moving, their footsteps silent against the concrete. They carried the crates through the narrow alley, their movements synchronized by months of practice. Emilia's phone vibrated again inside her pocket. She didn't look at it. Whatever Carl had to say could wait. Her marriage was ending. Her husband wanted a divorce. And, strangely enough, Emilia couldn't bring herself to care. At least not anymore. She had already gotten what she needed from him. Now, she had more important things to worry about. Like m

The Last Straw for Carl.

The car had become Carl's entire world. For five days, he had slept in it, curled up in the back seat, his body aching from the cramped position, his mind churning with the wreckage of his life. He parked in different locations each night, never staying in one place long enough to attract attention. The city that had once been his playground had become his prison. He sat behind the wheel in the early hours of the morning, the windshield fogged with his breath, the world outside still cloaked in darkness. The streetlights cast long, pale shadows across the empty road, and the silence was broken only by the occasional distant siren. Carl stared at his reflection in the rearview mirror. The face that stared back was almost unrecognizable, hollow-eyed, gaunt, aged beyond its years. The sharp jawline that had once attracted admirers was now shadowed with stubble. The eyes that had once sparkled with confidence were now dull, lifeless. Then he thought about Emily. The thought came

The Last Veil

Carl's office was a shadow of what it had once been. The furniture was sparse, the walls bare, the atmosphere heavy with neglect. He sat behind his desk, his hands folded in front of him, waiting. Nicole arrived promptly, a leather briefcase in his hand. He walked into the office with the confidence of a man who knew exactly who he was and what he wanted. His eyes swept the room, taking in the emptiness, but he said nothing. He set the briefcase on the desk and pulled out a stack of documents. "I've prepared the divorce papers," Nicole said. "They're standard. No surprises. You both sign, and it's done." Carl nodded slowly. "Thank you." Nicole studied him for a moment. "You look like hell." Carl laughed, a hollow, bitter sound. "I feel like hell." "Good." Nicole's voice was flat. "You deserve it." Carl didn't argue. Nicole slid the papers across the desk. "Read them. If everything looks acceptable, sign here." Carl took the papers he didn't even go through the papers or

A Strange Feeling

Emily lay quietly in bed beside Nicole, staring into the darkness. Nicole's breathing was slow and even, his body turned slightly toward Emily, completely unaware that Emily's mind was still racing. Emily couldn't stop thinking about everything Nicole had told her. Carl had divorced Emilia, after everything. After all those years, all the humiliation, all the pain, and all the anger Emily had carried inside her, Carl had finally done it. He'd left her. A strange feeling settled in Emily's chest. For one brief moment, she felt happy, almost victorious. It was ridiculous, but a part of her felt as though Carl had finally listened to her. Years ago, she had wanted him to leave Emilia. She had wanted him to realize that he had made the wrong choice. She had wanted him to understand that the woman he had abandoned for her twin sister was the one he should never have let go of in the first place. And now they were apart. It was almost as if he had obeyed her advice. Emily's lips curve

Is it Worth Returning Cold?

Only then did he push the thick dildo into her ass. It was long and unyielding, stretching her open while he braced one hand on the small of her back. He fucked it into her in slow, deep strokes until she was full and aching, then left it seated deep while he positioned himself between her spread legs. His cock was already hard, heavy, the head slick. He drove the entire length into her pussy in one continuous thrust, burying himself to the hilt while the dildo in her ass pressed against every movement. The dual invasion forced a raw cry out of her. He did not give her time to adjust. He fucked her hard, hips slamming forward, the dildo shifting inside her with every brutal stroke, the two thick intrusions grinding against each other through the thin wall of flesh separating them. A small metal peg closed around her clit. He adjusted it carefully, pinching the swollen bud just tightly enough to hold it in place, then applied slow, measured pressure. The ache was sharp and constant, t

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