All Chapters of He Divorced Me… But I Was Never His To Lose(regret & desire): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The River Swallowed The BoatThe outer deck had become almost impossible to stand on by the time we forced our way outside, because the storm crashing across the river no longer felt like ordinary rain and wind. It felt violent. Alive. Waves slammed against the sinking vessel hard enough to send freezing water exploding over the railings while the broken remains of the boat groaned beneath our feet like something slowly being torn apart from the inside.The skyline of Brooklyn flickered faintly through the darkness ahead, close enough to feel cruel.Close enough to survive if circumstances were different.But nothing about tonight had been merciful.The second the freezing rain hit my face, my entire body tensed violently from the cold while Lucien’s guards struggled to secure the evacuation lines against the current. Somewhere behind us, the rear half of the transport vessel dipped sharply lower into the river, dragging part of the outer deck down with it while twisted metal screeche

He Came Back UpFor one impossible second, the storm itself seemed to pause the moment Damian surfaced through the freezing black water several feet away from us.Relief hit so violently that it physically hurt.“Damian.”The name tore from my throat before another wave crashed between us hard enough to blur everything again beneath freezing spray and darkness.He was alive.Barely.Even from a distance I could immediately see something was wrong because Damian resurfaced unevenly, one arm dragging weakly through the current while the other fought to keep him above water against the violent pull of the river. Blood still spread faintly across the water around him despite the storm trying to wash it away, and every instinct inside me screamed the same terrifying truth.He was reaching his limit.Lucien saw it too.“Move.”The sharpness in his voice cut through the storm instantly while he started forcing us toward Damian through the current.The river fought violently against every mo

Damian Hart’s FatherThe entire dock seemed to fall silent the moment the older man spoke, because even beneath the storm, beneath the shouting medics and flashing emergency lights reflecting across the rain-soaked concrete, the authority in his voice carried the kind of weight that made people obey first and question later.“Get my son into surgery now.”The medical team moved immediately afterward.No hesitation.No confusion.Several trauma surgeons rushed forward from the line of black vehicles parked near the dock while security closed tightly around the emergency stretchers, shielding Damian from the freezing rain as they pushed him toward the waiting convoy.But I could barely process any of it because my attention remained fixed completely on the man standing near the edge of the dock.My son.Not nephew.Not Damian Hart.Son.The realization hit me slowly through the exhaustion and shock still clouding my mind from the river because until now, Damian had never once mentioned

The Empire Damian Never WantedThe convoy tore through the storm-drenched streets of Brooklyn at terrifying speed while sirens echoed across the empty roads ahead, but even surrounded by armed security vehicles and flashing emergency lights, I still could not stop replaying Alexander Hart’s last words inside my head.Everything I built.The sentence sat heavily in my chest because suddenly the violence tonight no longer felt random or impulsive. Gregory was not simply obsessed with power.He was protecting stolen power.And Damian…Damian had unknowingly spent his entire life standing between Gregory and the empire he believed belonged to him.Rain hammered against the armored SUV windows while the city blurred past outside in streaks of silver and black. Across from me, Alexander remained completely composed despite the chaos unfolding around us, one hand resting calmly against the leather armrest while security updates continued flashing across the tablet positioned near him.How co

“We Found Another Bullet”The moment the surgeon stepped out of the operating room covered in blood, every conversation inside the underground corridor stopped instantly.Even the mechanical hum of the facility suddenly seemed louder.My heart dropped so violently that for one terrifying second I could barely breathe at all because the expression on the surgeon’s face looked wrong. Not panicked exactly. Worse.Grim.Controlled.The kind of expression doctors wore when they were trying very hard not to alarm people before delivering bad news.Alexander straightened immediately near the observation windows while Lucien lowered the phone still pressed against his ear.“What happened?”The surgeon removed one of his blood-stained gloves slowly before answering.“We found another bullet fragment.”Cold spread sharply through my chest.Another one?The surgeon nodded once, exhaustion already visible beneath his eyes despite the surgery barely beginning.“It lodged deeper than the scans ori