All Chapters of DIVORCED Back To Claim What’s Mine : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Chapter seventy one

The cold, unforgiving reality of her situation hit Lydia the exact moment the chemical warmth of the sedatives finally drained from her bloodstream. She woke up shivering in the center of her massive bed, her skin clammy and her mouth tasting like copper and ash. The beautiful, invincible fog that had kept her fears at bay was completely gone, leaving her raw, exposed, and utterly terrified.She sat up, clutching her head as a sharp, throbbing pain bloomed behind her eyes. Demn it, the headache was blinding. But far worse than the physical withdrawal was the sudden, suffocating realization that began to claw its way through her chest.Her plan her perfect, brilliant, million-dollar plan was built on a foundation of absolute sand."F**k," Lydia whispered, her voice a dry, ragged gasp in the quiet of her empty bedroom.She began to pace, her bare feet pressing cold against the hardwood floor. Elena. She had put their entire future, their survival, and the Vane inh

Chapter seventy two

Silas stumbled back into the bedroom of the east wing like a man who had been hollowed out from the inside. His breathing was shallow, his lips trembling, and the tears of absolute, crushing humiliation were streaming freely down his wrinkled cheeks. He didn't even have the strength to close the heavy oak door; he simply collapsed onto the chaise lounge, his hands covering his face as his shoulders shook with violent, ragged sobs. He was crying like a baby, his chest heaving with the realization that his own flesh and blood had stripped him of every last shred of dignity in front of the people hired to wash his floors.Beatrice had been standing by the window, watching the rain beat against the glass, but she had heard the screaming from the dining room. She had watched through the crack in the door as Lydia raged like a rabid animal, her eyes wide, her speech slurred but vicious.And in that moment, Beatrice realized the terrifying truth: Lydia was completely out of her mind on drugs

Chapter seventy three

The formal living room of the Vane mansion had been transformed into a cold, brightly lit stage. Charlie paced the Persian rug, his shadows stretching long and dramatic against the wood-paneled walls, looking like a manic director blocking out the final scene of a tragedy. His face was flushed with a terrifying, celebratory high, his hands slicing through the air as he rehearsed the exact sequence of events for the gala.Lydia sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The cold, sick weight of the whiskey and the fading sedatives made her head throb with a vicious, rhythmic pulse. Every time Charlie shouted his lines, a spike of physical pain shot behind her eyes. Her skin was clammy under her silk robe, her breath coming in shallow, guarded hitches. She had to keep the mask on. She had to play the devoted, supportive wife, even as the walls of her own elaborate lies seemed to be closing in to crush her."No, no, Lydia," Charlie barked, stopping his paci

Chapter seventy four

The morning sun cut through the towering glass spires of Manhattan, casting long, geometric shadows across the polished white marble of Elara’s private office. It was a bright, deceptively calm morning, but inside the high rise suite, the atmosphere was thick with the electric tension of the final countdown. Only 6 days remained until the grand gala at the Grand Metropolitan.Elara sat at her desk, her fingers tracing the edge of a porcelain mug, her eyes staring blankly at the legal documents scattered before her. Though her corporate victory was practically sealed on paper, a cold, persistent dread had taken root in the pit of her stomach. Tyler stood near the window, his phone pressed to his ear, his low, authoritative voice murmuring instructions to his lead security analyst.The quiet room was broken by a soft knock on the double glass doors. Sarah stepped inside, carrying a heavy, oversized envelope made of textured black parchment, sealed with a thick drop of gol

Chapter seventy five

The digital hum of the server racks in the adjacent tech suite seemed to vibrate through the floor of Elara's private office. Sarah stepped back into the room, her expression a mix of professional precision and deep, analytical worry. She had spent the last hour personally overseeing the deployment of the biometric scanning protocols, checking the firewalls, and verifying the digital perimeter of the Grand Metropolitan."The security sweep is complete," Sarah informed Elara, her voice dropping into a quiet, serious tone. "According to our systems, everything is perfectly normal. The guest registry is solid, the credentials are all authenticating without a single error, and the foreign press codes Charlie requested are linked to legitimate, active media outlets. There isn't a single red flag on the digital side. But..." She paused, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the crumpled note still sitting on the mahogany desk. "I suspect something is very, very wrong. For them to h

Chapter seventy six

The shadows inside Elena’s Chelsea apartment had deepened by the time the heavy lock on the door click-clacked open. Elena jumped, her heart leaping into her throat as the door swung inward. Standing in the dim threshold was Lydia Vane.Lydia looked like a beautiful, decaying ghost. Her eyes were bloodshot, dilated to the edge of the iris, and her skin possessed a pale, porcelain translucence that screamed of chemical intervention. She had taken another cocktail of high-end sedatives and stimulants to keep her moving, and the result was a twitchy, sharp mania. Her fingers were clenching and unclenching at her sides, her chest heaving underneath her designer trench coat.Before Elena could even utter a word of greeting, Lydia stepped inside, slammed the door shut, and locked it. In a flash of pure, drug fueled adrenaline, Lydia lunged forward. She grabbed Elena by the collar of her oversized sweater, her manicured nails digging deep into the fabric, and shoved her backwa

Chapter seventy seven

The cold, heavy rain of Chelsea fell in relentless sheets, washing over the grime of the pavement and throwing the dark alleys into deep, glistening shadows. Lydia pulled the collar of her designer trench coat high up around her throat, her fingers trembling as she pushed open the heavy, rusted metal door of Elena’s apartment building. The chemical haze of the sedatives was still roaring in her head, but her heart was hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against her ribs. She needed to get back to the mansion, back to the safety of her gilded cage before anyone realized she had slipped away.She stepped out onto the slick, wet sidewalk, her head bowed against the wind. She had only taken three rapid steps toward the corner of the block when the sharp, aggressive hum of a luxury engine cut through the sound of the storm. A sleek, black sedan pulled up abruptly near the curb, its headlights cutting through the gray mist like two golden knives.Lydia froze, her breath catching in her thro

Chapter seventy eight

The tires of the yellow cab screeched against the wet asphalt as Lydia practically threw a wad of crumbled hundred-dollar bills at the driver. She didn't wait for her change. She bolted through the service entrance of the Vane estate, her breath coming in ragged, painful gasps that burned her lungs. The rain had ruined the sleek ponytail she had carefully tied, and her designer trench coat was damp, sticking to her skin like a cold, heavy second layer.She ran up the back stairs of the east wing, completely bypassing the formal dining room where the broken silver from her father’s humiliation still lay. She reached the master suite, her hands shaking so violently she could barely turn the brass key in the lock.Inside, she tore off her wet clothes, throwing the damp trench coat and the silk scarf into the very back of her closet, burying them beneath a pile of heavy winter furs. She grabbed a fresh, silk nightgown, pulling it over her head, and crawled onto the massive, king-sized bed

Chapter seventy nine

Next morning The dawn had barely broken over the gray, rain slicked towers of Manhattan when the silence of the master bedroom was violently shattered.It started as a single, low vibration on the nightstand, but within seconds, Charlie’s personal cell phone began to scream. It wasn't a standard ringtone; it was the high-priority, piercing alarm reserved for his financial advisors and the Vane family trust managers. Before the first call could even time out and head to voicemail, the screen lit up again. Call after call, a relentless, suffocating wave of notifications began to flood his device, the metallic buzzing vibrating through the heavy mahogany wood like a swarm of angry hornets.Charlie groaned, his eyelids heavy from the lingering effects of the scotch and the exhausting psychological toll of his secret Chelsea rehearsal. He reached out a hand, blindly fumbling for the device, his eyes squinting against the harsh, blue glare of the screen.The moment h

Chapter eighty

Elara POV In the high-rise sanctuary of the new conglomerate’s executive suite, the morning sun was warming the minimalist glass and chrome decor. The atmosphere here was a stark contrast to the absolute, suffocating terror currently gripping the Vane mansion. Here, the air smelled of expensive, freshly brewed coffee and the sweet, crisp scent of victory. Sarah stepped into Elara’s private office, a brilliant, cold smile playing on her lips. She didn't say a word at first; she simply walked over to the interactive wall display, tapped her tablet, and cast the real time financial market charts onto the massive screen. The vertical red drop of the Vane auxiliary family stock was frozen in time a flatline that sat at an absolute, unyielding zero. "It’s done," Sarah broke the news, her voice tight with a quiet, triumphant satisfaction. "Our offshore desks executed the short attack perfectly. The pre-market trading panic swept through their auxili

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