Todos os capítulos de Apocalypse Rebirth: Ex Husband Regrets : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Chapter 82: The Intelligence ReportThe storm outside had finally cleared by midnight, leaving a cold, quiet fog rolling across the estate grounds. Inside Aria’s private study, the only sound was the steady, rhythmic ticking of an antique bronze clock sitting on the mantelpiece. The room smelled faintly of hot herbal tea and crisp, fresh paper. Warm yellow light from a small desk lamp spilled across the dark polished mahogany desk, highlighting a porcelain cup resting on a silver coaster.Aria sat still in her high-backed leather chair, her coat draped over the armrest. Her hands were wrapped around the warm porcelain, her eyes fixed on the dark glass of the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, the distant city lights flickered through the thick mist. She looked entirely composed, but her posture was tight, every muscle aligned in silent anticipation.A firm, double knock echoed against the thick oak doors."Come in," Aria said, her voice low and even.The door opened smoothly on quiet b

Chapter 84: The Winter Clothing SupplyThe morning air inside the private terminal was freezing cold. Outside the window, grey clouds hung low over the airport, dropping a light coat of icy rain across the dark tarmac. A large cargo plane taxied toward the side hangar, its heavy jet engines whining loudly before finally shutting down with a deep rumble.Aria stood near the high glass railing of the second-floor office, holding a glass of warm water. She wore a simple black wool sweater and dark trousers. She watched the ground crew attach heavy yellow stairs to the plane's cargo door. Beside her, Alexander stood with his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on the man walking out of the hangar office below."That's David," Alexander said softly, his voice cutting through the hum of the air conditioning. "He handled military supply lines for northern operations for fifteen years before taking over the private contract branch."Aria took a slow sip of water. "Does he ask unnecessary questions?"

Chapter 86: The System Level 3 UpgradeThe midnight silence inside Warehouse 4 was broken only by the low, steady hum of heavy industrial air filtration units. Outside, a light freezing rain beat against the reinforced steel roof, but inside the main staging bay, the air felt warm, dry, and controlled. High overhead, row after row of bright LED panels flooded the massive floor with clean white light, illuminating stacks of wooden crates, aluminum containers, and heavy transport pallets.Aria stood on the second-floor steel walkway overlooking the main floor. She leaned both hands against the cold metal railing, watching two dark forklifts move silently across the polished concrete below. They were carefully stacking the last shipment of arctic thermal suits into giant vertical storage racks.Alexander stepped up beside her, holding a thick digital tablet. His face looked tired, dark circles shadowing his eyes, but his posture remained rigid and sharp."That's the final truck load from

Chapter 88: Moving the Alex FamiliesThe cold autumn rain had turned into a steady, freezing drizzle by three in the morning. Outside the high concrete walls of Warehouse 4, the wind whistled through the chain-link fences and perimeter security towers. Inside the main residential wing, the air was warm and dry, smelling of freshly painted drywall, clean cotton linens, and hot coffee. Long corridors ran down both sides of the three-story residential block, lit by soft LED strips embedded in the ceilings.Alexander stood in the central briefing room on the second floor, his hands resting heavily on the wooden edge of a long conference table. Spread across the table were detailed floor plans of the living quarters, medical bays and dining halls. Beside him, Aria stood in a dark sweater, her face quiet and composed as she reviewed the family room assignment logs on a digital tablet.Footsteps echoed sharply down the hallway. The double steel doors swung open, and Marcus stepped into the

Chapter 90: The Black Market Medicine GrabThe dark conference room smelled of stale coffee and damp wool. Outside the floor-to-ceiling office windows, a freezing rain rattled against the glass, blurring the neon lights of the city below. The clock on the wall read two in the morning.Aria sat at the end of the long mahogany table, her eyes fixed on the illuminated screen of a rugged military tablet. Beside her stood Alexander, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his shadow stretching long across the polished floor. Across the table sat Dr. Evans, the former chief of trauma surgery who now managed the medical wing inside Warehouse 4. His hair was disheveled, his eyes bloodshot behind thick rimless glasses, and his hands trembled slightly as he pointed at a digital spreadsheet."We have enough basic supplies for routine injuries," Dr. Evans said, his voice raspy from exhaustion. "Bandages, simple pain relievers, antiseptics, intravenous saline—we are fully stocked. But if the temper