All Chapters of The Disabled Ex-Wife's Revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Nora's pov. "Oh? Nora seems to be quite familiar with Mr. Vance." I heard someone behind me. "They also hear the same surname, do you think they're related?"I couldn't help but be both annoyed and angry at this whole situation. "Mr. Vance, I believe we're here for business." I said clearly, letting my voice echo through the room. But then I lowered my voice so only Julian could hear, "We don't need to pretend we're anything other than strangers."Julian's throat moved as he swallowed hard. My words seemed to hit a mark as the calm mask on his face shattered. Without saying another word, he walked back to his seat and sat down. One of the colleagues that had come with Maya laughed, waving a hand toward the empty spaces at the table. "Well, look at that," He said cheerfully, looking between our name tags. "Since you two share the same surname, why don't you sit with Mr. Vance, Nora? You can get to know each other better while we discuss the plans we have on hand."Maya snapped her

The silence that fell over the high-end private dining suite was heavy and sudden. Every eyes in the room was fixed on Marcus Hayes as he stood up from the head of the table. He was calm, neat, and really calm by the big scene that had just unfolded.Julian was still sitting there with whiskey dripping down his dark hair and running down his crisp white collar, looking really ashamed. His sharp posture had fell into raw anger as he clutched a wet napkin. Maya stood beside him with her hands shaking from rage, her eyes burning through Julian like she wanted to tear him to pieces right then and there."Nora, see me out."Marcus's voice was clear, smooth, and final. It was not a request, but a gentle command that cut straight through the tension in the room.I felt every gaze shift back to me. My heart was beating hard against my ribs, making my chest tighten, but I refused to show any weakness. I took a deep breath, gathered my leather portfolio from the glass table, and slowly stood u

Nora’s POVSilence stretched across the phone line for a few long seconds. I could hear Julian's heavy breathing on the other end, his usual arrogant retorts failing him completely."I signed the divorce papers, Julian," I continued, holding the phone firmly against my ear. "They are sitting on your counter in the penthouse, right next to the house keys. Sign them and send them directly to my lawyer. If you try to follow me, show up at my job, or cause another scene at my workplace, I will file a restraining order against you immediately. I am an associate architect at Hayes Global now. I am not your sick, dependent wife anymore.""Nora, listen to me," Julian snapped, his voice tight with growing annoyance and cold pride. "You think you can just walk away and build a life in London on your own? After everything I did to protect you? You are making a huge mistake, and you're being utterly ungrateful. I gave you a safe home for three years when you couldn't even stand

NORA’s POV “Do you really think Julian will sign those divorce papers without putting up a fight?” Maya asked, holding her umbrella higher as we walked down the wet London street.I adjusted the strap of my leather portfolio over my shoulder and took a steady breath of the cool, damp night air. “Honestly, Maya, it doesn't matter to me if he signs them today or next month. The moment I blocked his number, I chose my own freedom. He can throw as many tantrums as he wants from his penthouse, but he can't force me back into that padded life.”Maya smiled widely, linking her arm with mine as we turned the corner toward Soho. “God, I love hearing you speak like this. The old Nora would have spent three days crying under a blanket after receiving a call like that.”“The old Nora was trying to fix a man who preferred to stay broken,” I replied softly, my bad leg stepping firmly onto the pavement. “I spent three years feeling guilty because I couldn't make him happ

JULIAN’S POV I stood near the glass wall of the grand lobby, watching the heavy doors of the briefing room swing shut behind Nora, Marcus Hayes, and Maya. The click of the latch echoed in my ears like a loud slap. Around me, several high-profile executives and board members were whispering in low voices, casting sideways glances in my direction. I could feel their eyes burning into my back, but I kept my head held high, my jaw clenched so hard that my teeth ached. “Julian, we need to head to the executive lounge before the second session starts,” Johan said, stepping up beside me and lowering his voice. “People are staring. You shouldn't have confronted her right in the middle of the main hall.” “Let them stare,” I snapped, my eyes still fixed on the glass doors. “I don't care about their whispers.” Johan let out a quiet sigh, adjusting his tie. “You should care, Julian. Your firm's reputation is on the line. But more importantly, you just made yourself look desperate in front