All Chapters of I don’t want him back: Divorcing the Billionaire: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

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Chapter 211

Chapter 211 Veronica's POV Normal felt wrong somehow. Like wearing someone else's clothes. I kept catching myself waiting for something bad to happen, but days turned into weeks and the crisis never came. Four left for work in the mornings and came home for dinner. I went to the foundation and actually focused on my job instead of constantly checking my phone for emergencies. Monte brought home spelling tests and soccer permission slips. Sophia learned to count to twenty and announced it to anyone who would listen. We went on a date to an Italian restaurant downtown on a random Tuesday. No bodyguards. No security team is watching the exits. Just us sitting across from each other arguing about whether pineapple belonged on pizza while sharing a bottle of wine. Four reached across the table and took my hand. "This is nice," he said. "This is weird," I corrected. "I keep expecting s

Chapter 212

Four's POV The video message sat on my phone like a bomb waiting to explode. Claire Reeves. Jason's sister. A person from the nightmare part of Veronica's past reached into our present on the day we renewed our vows. The timing felt deliberate somehow, like the universe reminding us that peace was never permanent. Veronica stood frozen beside me in our backyard. The last guests were leaving. Monte and Sophia were crashed on the couch inside. String lights still glowed overhead. Everything looked perfect and wrong at the same time. "Should we watch it?" I asked quietly. "I do not know." Her voice shook. "What could she possibly want after all this time?" "Only one way to find out." We went inside to my office and closed the door. I pulled up the video on my laptop so we could watch together. Veronica sat so close that our shoulders touched. When

Chapter 213

Veronica's POV Sophia's first day of preschool arrived with all the chaos I expected. She refused to wear the outfit I picked, insisting on her sparkly pink dress with purple leggings that absolutely did not match. Four tried reasoning with her. I tried bribing her. She won by sheer force of personality. "This is my first day outfit," she announced with the confidence of someone who had never doubted themselves. "I look beautiful." Four caught my eye over her head and smiled. "She does look beautiful." We walked her into the bright classroom with alphabet posters and tiny chairs. Sophia marched right in without looking back, already introducing herself to other kids. No tears. No hesitation. Just pure fearlessness that made my chest tight with pride and terror in equal measure. Monte had been like that too at her age but Sophia had something extra. A b

Chapter 214

Four's POV The blood terrified me more than anything I had faced in my entire life. Veronica stood in our bathroom at five in the morning with blood running down her legs and panic written across her face. I called 911 while helping her sit down on the edge of the tub. Monte and Sophia were still asleep down the hall. "It is going to be okay," I said, not believing my own words. The ambulance arrived in eight minutes, which felt like eight hours. Beverly came to stay with the kids. At the hospital, they did an ultrasound that seemed to take forever. The technician's face gave nothing away. Veronica gripped my hand hard enough to leave marks. Finally, the doctor came in with a cautious smile. "The baby is fine. You had what we call a subchorionic hematoma. Basically a pocket of blood between the uterine wall and the placenta. It can cause bleeding but it does not always mea

Chapter 215

Chapter 215 Veronica's POV Life with three children was chaos in the best possible way. Our house was never quiet anymore. Someone was always crying or laughing or asking questions or needing something. The laundry multiplied like some kind of evil magic trick. I found Cheerios in places Cheerios should never be. Sleep became a distant memory again. But it was joyful chaos. The kind I had dreamed about during those dark years with Jason when I thought happiness was something that happened to other people. Monte took his role as big brother seriously. He helped with diaper changes even though he wrinkled his nose at the smell. He sang to Manuel when the baby cried. He read him board books with exaggerated voices that made Sophia giggle. At eight years old, Monte was already more nurturing than most adults I knew. Sophia was intensely curious about everything baby Manuel did. Why d

Chapter 216

Chapter 216 Four's POV Writing the memoir was harder than I expected. I thought I had processed everything through therapy and time but putting it into words on a page opened wounds I did not know still existed. My childhood was under my father's fists. Watching my mother waste away. Learning to be cruel because cruelty was currency in that world. I hired a ghostwriter named Sarah Chen, a woman in her fifties who specialised in memoirs about trauma and recovery. She asked questions I did not want to answer. Pushed me to go deeper when I wanted to stay surface level. Made me sit with uncomfortable truths instead of glossing over them. "Why did you stay in the organisation as long as you did?" she asked during one of our early sessions. "Because I did not know there was another option." "But you did know. You saw how normal people lived. You understood that you

Chapter 217

Chapter 217 Veronica's POV The film offered sat between us like a third person in our bedroom. Four had been pacing for twenty minutes while I sat on the bed watching him process. Our lives turned into entertainment. Our trauma was displayed for millions. The idea was overwhelming and terrifying and somehow inevitable. "What do you think?" Four asked finally, stopping in front of me. "I think it is your story to tell," I said carefully. "But it is also my story. And Monte's story. We all get a say in this." "The kids," Four said, sitting down heavily beside me. "How do we explain this to them?" "Honestly and age-appropriately like we do everything else." We gathered the family that weekend for a discussion. Monte was ten now, tall and serious with Four's dark eyes. Sophia was eight, still fearless and opinionated. Manuel was eighteen mont

Chapter 218

Four's POV I stared at my phone after Dominic Torres hung up. He had gotten my letter. He wanted to talk. My half-brother, the sibling I never knew existed, was real and willing to engage. The knowledge sat heavily in my chest. "What did he say?" Veronica asked from where she stood in the kitchen doorway. "He wants to meet. Next weekend if I can make it to Portland." "Are you going?" "I have to," I said. "He deserves answers and I need to see if he is real. If this is not some elaborate scam or mistake." I flew to Portland the following Saturday. Alone because this felt like something I needed to do without distraction. Dominic had suggested meeting at a coffee shop near his house. Neutral territory. Public but quiet enough for a difficult conversation. I arrived fifteen minutes early and sat in my rental car t

Chapter 219

Veronica's POVI watched Four follow Thomas into the study and felt my stomach drop. Something was wrong. Thomas looked like he was carrying a weight that had finally become too heavy. The door closed behind them and I was left in the kitchen with Beverly, who was staring at that closed door with worry written across her face."What is going on?" I asked quietly."I do not know," Beverly said, but her eyes said she suspected something. "Thomas has been distant the last few weeks. I thought it was just stress from the holidays."Inside the study, I imagined what conversation could be happening. What secret could Thomas be holding that required pulling Four aside during Christmas? My mind went to worst-case scenarios. Illness. Financial problems. Some threat we had not anticipated.Twenty minutes passed. The party continued in the living room with children laughing and adults talking. Normal holiday chaos that felt wrong when I knew something serious was happening behind that closed doo

Chapter 220: Forgiveness and Home

Four's POV I went back to the cemetery alone the next morning. The sun was barely up, casting long shadows across the headstones. My breath came out in white puffs in the cold February air. I stood in front of my father's grave again, but this time felt different. Quieter somehow. Like the rage that had lived in my chest for decades was finally wearing itself out. "I came back," I said to the stone. My voice sounded strange in the empty cemetery. "I said what I needed to say yesterday but I do not think I was done. I do not think forgiveness happens all at once. It is a process, like Dr Morrison keeps telling me." A bird called from somewhere in the trees. Life continues despite death. Despite trauma. Despite everything. "I forgive you," I said clearly. "Not because what you did was acceptable. It was not. You were a monster and I spent decades s

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