All Chapters of My Ex Husband Chose My Sister: Now he wants me back Too Late: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MILLYI shouldn’t have come alone. That thought crossed my mind the second I unlocked the front door. The house was quiet.For a moment, I simply stood there.Looking, listening and waiting for something. I wasn’t sure what.Maybe because this place had once been my home. Maybe because it never really felt like one. The silence wrapped around me as I stepped inside. Nothing had changed.The same marble floors. The same expensive furniture. The same cold perfection.Five years.Five years of my life lived inside these walls. And somehow there wasn’t a single trace of me anywhere.My throat tightened.I set my handbag down and headed upstairs. The divorce was finalized.The marriage was over. I was only here for the last few things I’d left behind.Nothing more. Nothing less.At least that was what I kept telling myself. My old bedroom looked exactly the same. I almost laughed at that.Not our bedroom.But mine. Because somewhere along the way Isaac had started sleeping elsewhere more

DECLANMilly knew I was lying. That much was obvious.The second I’d answered her question the night before, I’d seen it in her eyes.She hadn’t argued. Hadn’t pushed. Hadn’t called me out. Which somehow made it worse. Because Milly was starting to learn me.And that was dangerous for both of us.I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office as Washington woke beneath me. My coffee had gone cold thirty minutes ago.I hadn’t touched it. My thoughts kept circling back to the same thing.Richard.Milly.And whatever the hell my grandfather wasn’t telling me.A knock sounded at the door.“Come in.”Adrian entered carrying a tablet.One look at my face made him pause.“Tough morning?”“No.”He sat down.“You’re lying.”I looked at him.He shrugged.“You’ve been glaring at that window for twenty minutes.”“I’ve had worse mornings.”“Not recently.”I didn’t answer.That was answer enough.Adrian leaned back.“This is about her.”There it was.I should have known.“Everything is abou

MILLYI stared at the invitation sitting on the kitchen counter for almost ten minutes.Not because I didn’t understand it. Because I did.And that was exactly the problem.A Laurent event was never just an event.There were always cameras.Important people.People who could destroy someone’s reputation with a single conversation. People who had spent their entire lives learning how to control a room. And I was supposed to walk into that world beside Declan Laurent.As his future wife.I looked at him across the table.“You’re serious?”Declan didn’t even look up from his tablet.“Yes.”“You want me to go?”“Yes.”I stared at him.“That sounded way too easy.”He finally lifted his eyes.“What were you expecting?”“I don’t know.”I looked down at the invitation again.“Maybe a warning. A speech. Something like ‘Milly, you’re entering a room full of people who have more money than entire countries, so try not to embarrass yourself.’”For a second, something almost like amusement crossed

MILLYI barely slept after the call.Declan’s voice kept replaying in my head. Someone leaked confidential information about me.The calmness in his tone bothered me more than panic would have.Because Declan only sounded that calm when he was angry.And I knew enough about him now to understand something.A calm Declan Laurent was usually more dangerous than an angry one.I was still lying awake when my phone buzzed again.Then again.Then again.At first, I ignored it.I thought it was another message from Nancy.Another update.Another person asked if I was okay. But the notifications didn’t stop.Finally, I reached over and picked up my phone.The first headline loaded.And my entire body went still.MILLIONAIRE’S FIANCÉE ACCUSED OF USING MEN FOR STATUS: THE TRUTH ABOUT MILLY WHITMORE.I stared at it.Then I scrolled.FROM ISAAC BROOKE’S WIFE TO DECLAN LAURENT’S FUTURE WIFE: MILLY’S PERFECT UPGRADE.Another.GOLD DIGGER OR SURVIVOR? INSIDE THE WOMAN WHO MARRIED INTO POWER.My fing

MILLYFor the first time in my life, people were listening. Not because I was Isaac Brooke’s wife. Not because I was standing beside a powerful man.Not because my last name was attached to someone else’s. They were listening because of me.And somehow, that scared me more than the hatred ever did.The morning after the video leaked, my phone never stopped ringing.Messages.Emails.Notifications.Hundreds of them.At first, I was afraid to open them.I expected more insults.More people telling me I deserved it. More strangers judging a life they knew nothing about.But when I finally looked…I froze.A woman had written:“I watched your interview before I watched the video. Thank you for speaking. I thought I was the only one who experienced this.”Another:“I stayed quiet for ten years because I was ashamed. Seeing you speak made me realize I wasn’t the problem.”Then another.And another.My fingers trembled as I scrolled.Nancy sat beside me on the couch, watching my expression.