All Chapters of Divorced by Mistake: She Came Back Cold and Rich: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The morning of the funeral dawned gray and heavy. Emily stood before her wardrobe, her fingers trailing across rows of black dresses, the expected color, the traditional choice. But she couldn't bring herself to wear any of them. Not for him. Not for the man who had made her childhood a living nightmare. She chose a purple luxury instead. A deep, dark shade, almost black, but not quite especially under bright light. It was a rich, regal. The color of royalty and mourning intertwined and of someone who had risen from the ashes of abuse to become something greater than her tormentors could ever imagine. She remembered his words. The sneer in his voice. The cruelty in his eyes. "You'll never make it in life, Emily. You're nothing. You'll always be nothing." She looked at her reflection in the mirror. The expensive dress. The designer jewelry. The face of a woman who had built an empire from nothing. "Look at me now, Belin. Look at what I became." She finished dressing and

The man finally stopped in a clearing surrounded by ancient oaks. His men fanned out, securing the perimeter. They checked behind trees, scanned the underbrush, spoke into hidden earpieces. When they were satisfied the area was safe, they gave the signal. Carl hid behind an old mossed up wall, watching from the top of a building, he had long gotten to because he could hardly see them from his position on the ground. The man walked toward an old woman waiting near the vehicle. She was elderly, her face lined with age and wrinkly eye bags, her back was bent with the weight of decades. But her eyes remained sharp, and everyone around her treated her with deference. Carl had gotten down from the abandoned building and was now watching intently from the back end of a large oak tree. The man helped the woman into the car with surprising gentleness. He leaned in, his voice low and respectful. "You still haven't told her, have you?" the woman asked. The man's shoulders stiffened. He w

Emily stood before the old cottage for several moments, gathering the courage to knock.The place looked nothing like the warm memory she carried of Mama Bertha. Time had changed everything. The once familiar cottage appeared fragile, as though one strong storm could bring the entire structure down. The wooden walls were weathered, the roof sagged, and the garden had become wild with weeds.Her heart tightened.For years, she had believed Mama Bertha was somewhere safe, living peacefully after the kindness she had shown Emily. She had been so consumed with building her new life, protecting Leslie, and fighting her battles that she never stopped to wonder how the woman who saved her was surviving.A painful thought crossed her mind.What if I came too late?Emily finally raised her hand and knocked. For a while, there was no answer.She knocked again, louder this time.Eventually, the sound of slow footsteps approached from inside.The door creaked open.Standing there was a young woma

Belinda's hands trembled as she locked the bathroom door behind her, the click echoing like a starting gun for her desperation. Emily had just left the room, her tight body and that sweet, oblivious smile still burned into Belinda's mind. The conversation had been torture, every word from Emily's lips, every casual shift of her voluptuous hips, every casual laugh had soaked Belinda's panties. She couldn't take it anymore.She yanked open the cabinet drawer and grabbed her favorites: a thick, curved pink vibrator with a pulsing clit sucker attachment, and a set of graduated anal plugs, silicone, smooth, with a flared base. She snatched the largest plug first, the one that stretched her just right, along with a bottle of lube. Heart pounding, she stripped off her clothes in seconds, examining the shower buttons, she gently pressed the button labelled "hot" and steamy water streamed down her body, vapour swirling all around her. Her heavy breasts bouncing free, nipples already rock-hard

"And I discovered something that permanently altered my relationship with my sister." Emilia's eyes glittered with cruel satisfaction. "I liked it. I loved how she cried when she came out of that room with those boys that night, the all time beautiful virgin good girlie now had to handle being handled, you know, serves her right. Good for an indirect evil eye like her. Good ol' Aunt Geraldine was better at supporting her only son and I knew she would because women like her struggled to get children you know. I liked being the one Belin chose. I liked seeing Emily pushed aside. I liked watching the balance shift, watching her suffer for once because I couldn't continue to be the fool"Faustina was silent, processing."For the first time, I wasn't the twin in the background. I had taken the spotlight. And when Belin began treating Emily badly...." Emilia shrugged, her expression cold. "I enjoyed watching her suffer. I enjoyed every moment of it. Her pain was my pleasure."She set down h