All Chapters of My Ex husband left me to die, Now I watch him burn : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Vanessa had ended the call the very second she heard the word sister. Her thumb had slammed down on the red button, cutting the private investigator off mid-sentence as if she could shut the nightmare out just by hanging up. She tossed her phone onto the passenger seat like it was burning her fingers. Then, sitting alone in the cold, quiet air of her luxury car, she tried to catch her breath, staring blindly through the tinted windshield. A sister? How did that even make any sense? The word tasted like poison in her mouth. She was the only true daughter, the golden child of the Axerold name. Her father's life had been an open book. Every single asset, every property, every corner of his empire was accounted for. There were no hidden branches on their family tree, no secret babies tucked away anywhere. She sat there in the heavy silence, her chest heaving, trying to convince herself it was a stupid mistake by an overpaid idiot who couldn't read a family tree. She told herself she

The ice in Andrew’s glass clinked softly as his hand shook. He raised the tumbler to his lips and swallowed the burning whiskey, a sharp, familiar heat tearing at his throat as he tried to wash away the bitter, lingering taste of humiliation. He had been sitting alone at the corner of the bar for nearly an hour, staring blankly into his drink. The raw sting of his confrontation with David still burned under his skin, leaving a tight, suffocating knot in his chest that refused to loosen no matter how much alcohol he poured down. A shadow fell over the counter beside him. "Mind if I take this seat?" a voice asked. Andrew barely glanced up, giving a curt, dismissive nod as he stared straight ahead, a wall of cold hostility keeping the rest of the world at bay. The man slid onto the stool, signaling the bartender for a drink before turning his head. "I'm Kurt, by the way." Andrew gave a heavy, exhausted sigh, keeping his eyes fixed on his glass. "Andrew." Kurt took a slow sip of his

The heavy glass doors of the lounge swung shut behind Andrew, swallowing him back into the crisp, fading twilight of the evening. His phone was glued to his ear, his thumb swiping frantically through the call log as he dialed Vanessa’s number for the third agonizing time in two minutes. Ring... ring... click. Flat, hollow silence before rolling straight to voicemail. The rejection hit him like a physical blow to the chest, a cold, sickening knot of panic twisting violently in his stomach, turning his breath to ice. Before he could mutter another curse, the aggressive, blinding sweep of high beams cut through the dimming streetlights, forcing him to squint against the glare. A sleek, midnight-black sedan pulled out of nowhere with silent malice, cutting sharply across the lane and parking directly in front of him, blocking his path entirely. Andrew cursed aloud, throwing his hands up in jagged irritation as the driver's side door clicked open. Julian stepped out onto the aspha

Julian sat inside his parked car, a cold, mocking smirk playing on his lips. He watched Andrew pace the pavement, hammering away at his phone screen with a sweaty, trembling thumb. Julian didn’t even need to guess who was on the other end. It was Vanessa. And the predictability of Andrew’s freefall tasted like fine wine. Just days ago, Julian had tossed him a golden lifeline—an explosive expose detailing Vanessa’s calculated, ruthless abandonment. But Andrew had puffed out his chest, high on blind arrogance, sneering at him like a piece of garbage before slamming the door. It had been an opportunity to help Andrew salvage his fading grip while giving Julian the career breakthrough he desperately craved. Now, the bitter taste of regret choked Andrew from the inside out. After witnessing David’s cryptic behavior, a cold knot of panic had violently twisted his stomach. David knew something catastrophic—something Andrew was entirely blind to—and the panic was clawing at his throat. Shiv

"My sister-in-law got a house. Guess whose name is on the deed?" Susan scoffed, shaking her head with a dry, humorless laugh as she set her crystal glass down on the polished marble coffee table. "Andrew's." Lisa blinked, her expression shifting into one of mild amusement as she leaned back against the deep velvet cushions. "Shut up. Seriously? Not even a joint title? After everything she supposedly brought to the table with her connections?" "Dead serious," Susan muttered, rolling her eyes with theatrical flair, though a tiny flicker of calculation danced in her dark eyes. "Not a single fraction of an inch belongs to her. Andrew made sure of that, and honestly, she was too blind with gratitude to even notice the fine print. She thought it was some grand romantic gesture." Lisa leaned forward, her curiosity instantly pipped, her eyes shining in the dim light of the penthouse. "Speaking of her—how is she holding up anyway? I saw some absolutely unhinged messages pop up on the neigh