All Chapters of The Disabled Ex-Wife's Revenge: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The doctor came into my hospital room around six o'clock in the evening to give me a final medical checkup.He listened carefully to my lungs with his stethoscope, checked my blood oxygen levels, and smiled with satisfaction as he looked at my chart.“Your lungs are completely clear now, Miss Ellis,” the doctor said kindly, signing his signature on my medical chart. “You were very lucky that the gas exposure was brief. You are free to go home today.”“Thank you so much, Doctor,” I said, feeling a wave of relief wash over me.Maya immediately stood up and began packing my small bag with my clothes and personal items. But as soon as the doctor walked out, she turned to me with her hands resting on her hips.“Now, listen to me carefully, Nora,” Maya said in a firm, commanding voice. “You are definitely not returning to your old apartment. The police have sealed off the building for investigation, and even if it were open, I would never let you stay there alone again

Julian’s POVI sat at my desk in the private office of our London headquarters, staring down at my phone as it rang softly against the wooden surface.The screen displayed Clara's name flashing repeatedly. For a long moment, I just watched it. My thumb hovered over the red decline button, tempted to cut her off and throw the phone across the room. Every instinct I had told me to ignore her. Ever since I found out about the chaos surrounding Nora and the dangerous toxic gas attack at her apartment, my tolerance for Clara had completely vanished. I suspected her bitter hand in the shadows, even if Johan was still running background checks to confirm the truth.Yet, a stubborn wave of pride held me back.I was Julian Vance. I did not need anyone to think I was sitting alone in a foreign city, pining over a wife who had publicly struck my family name off a multi-million-pound contract. Nora had looked so untouchable when she signed as Nora Ellis. She had looked at me wit

Clara’s POVThe moment the phone screen went dark, I let out a loud, triumphant squeal that echoed through the entire living room.I clutched the phone tightly against my chest, spinning around on my heels like a teenage girl who had just received her very first love letter. My heart was thumping with pure, intoxicating excitement.“I knew it!” I declared out loud to the empty room, a huge, haughty grin stretching across my face. “I knew he couldn't stay mad at me! I knew he couldn't live without me!”All the fear, anxiety, and panic that had been crushing my chest just an hour ago completely vanished. The rejection from the tabloid editor, the loss of my private spy agency in London, the security hold on my passport—none of it mattered anymore. None of it meant a single thing.Julian had called me sweetheart. He had apologized for being short with me. He had promised in his smooth, deep voice that the moment he finished his business in London, he was coming stra

Julian’s POV I stood near the glass window of my executive suite, adjusting the cuffs of my crisp white shirt. The late afternoon sun was beginning to dip behind the London skyline, casting long, pale golden shadows across the polished floorboards. Down below, traffic moved smoothly along the avenue, but my attention was fixed entirely on the leather binder sitting open on my mahogany desk. It contained the final guest list and security protocol for tonight's grand Heritage Board executive dinner at the Grand London Hotel. The door to the private lounge opened smoothly, and Johan walked in carrying a silver tray with two fresh cups of espresso. He set the tray down on the side table and picked up a tablet, reviewing the evening schedule. “The Heritage Board representatives have all confirmed their attendance,” Johan reported casually, handing me one of the small white porcelain cups. “Your uncle will be arriving early to host the press brief, and the lead architectural team f

Clara’s POVI sat in front of my golden vanity mirror, holding a sparkling crystal wine glass between my manicured fingers.The evening sky outside my luxury apartment had turned a deep, velvet blue. The city lights below sparkled bright, but in my eyes, nothing was brighter than the glorious future waiting for me.Vanessa was sitting on the chaise lounge near my balcony, browsing through an online fashion catalog on her tablet.“Clara, look at this designer bridal dress from Milan,” Vanessa said, turning the tablet screen toward me with an excited grin. “The lace detail on the train is unbelievable. It would look stunning on you for the wedding ceremony.”I took a slow sip of my champagne, letting out a soft, satisfied chuckle.“Bookmark that page, Vanessa,” I commanded softly, admiring my reflection in the lit glass. “When Julian returns from London this week, I am going to have his assistant book a private flight straight to Italy so we can