Todos os capítulos de HE PLANNED TO DIVORCE ME, SO I DUMPED HIM FIRST : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Amelia stayed in the locked washroom stall until the hallway was completely quiet. Her legs felt weak, like rubber, as she slowly stood up and unlocked the door.She walked over to the mirror and stared at her reflection. Her skin was pale, and her eyes were wide with shock. She grabbed a cold paper towel, pressed it against her face, and took three deep, slow breaths. She couldn't break down here. She needed to see things with her own eyes. She needed to know the truth.Leaving the washroom, Amelia bypassed her own desk and took the elevator down to the ground floor.She walked past the security desk and looked out through the tall glass walls of the main entrance. There, sitting right in the center of the VIP guest spot, was the brand-new Porsche. It was painted a deep emerald green, its glossy surface shining under the cloudy sky. It looked expensive, sleek, and loud.Amelia stood there staring at it. She knew Victoria’s salary. She knew how much Victoria spent on rent, designer ba

Amelia drove out of the garage and merged into the heavy evening traffic. Her hands gripped the leather steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white. As the car crept forward block by block toward their luxury apartment complex, the silence inside the car felt deafening.Every single detail from the day began to clash violently in her head.She thought about Adrian’s sweet smile in the elevator this morning, the way he had held her hand, and how naturally he had kissed her cheek just moments ago. He had sounded so caring, so genuinely concerned for her comfort when he insisted she go home and rest.“I don't want you sitting around in a cold, dark, empty office waiting for me... Take the car home and relax.”Then Brenda’s harsh

Amelia turned on the kitchen lights. The apartment was quiet and cold, just as she had left it.She took off her coat, hung it in the closet, and walked straight to the kitchen island. She set her phone down on the polished stone surface. She looked at her hands. They were still shaking.Instead of letting herself break down, Amelia walked over to the refrigerator. She pulled out the fresh tomatoes, garlic, basil, and heavy cream. She grabbed a wooden cutting board and a chef's knife.She put a pot of water on the stove and turned the burner on high. Then, she tied a plain white apron around her waist and started chopping the vegetables.The rhythmic sound of the knife hitting the board kept her focused. Slice. Slice. Slice.She added the garlic to a pan with olive oil, letting it sizzle. She opened the tomato paste, stirred the sauce, and adjusted the heat. She was doing everything Adrian had asked her to do in the parking garage. She was being the sweet, suppor

Amelia stood inside her locked bedroom, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.She opened her wardrobe, pulled out a simple black hoodie and a pair of dark jeans, and quickly changed out of her robe. She picked up her handbag, making sure her phone—the one holding the video evidence—was safely tucked inside. She grabbed her driver's license, her private bank card, and her car keys.Amelia unlocked the bedroom door and stepped back out into the hallway. She walked past the living room as quietly as possible. Claire's bedroom door was closed, and the quiet sound of a television came from inside.Amelia didn't waste a second. She slipped through the front entrance, pulled the heavy oak door shut behind her, and ran toward the private elevator.When the doors opened on the basement garage floor, she walked straight to her car, got into the driver's seat, and locked the doors. She started the engine, backed out of her parking space, and drove out into the bright morni

The living room had gone quieter after the first wave of anger. The earlier shouting and sharp words had burned themselves out, leaving behind a heavier silence that settled over the room and the soft glow of the side lamps. Chloe was still standing near the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her jaw set. Natalie sat close to Amelia on the couch, one knee turned toward her. Amelia’s phone lay face-down on the coffee table between them, the screen dark, as if even the device itself was waiting for the next decision.Chloe was the first to speak again. Her voice was lower now, but it carried no less weight.“You’re not going back to that house tonight.”Amelia shook her head slowly. “I have to.”Both of them looked at her. Natalie opened her mouth, then closed it again, waiting.“If I don’t go back,” Amelia said, her tone careful and steady, “he’ll know something is wrong. Claire already started acting strange this morning. She kept watching me like she was trying to read some