All Chapters of Divorced At Dawn: The CEO Who Begged Too Late: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The drive blurred.Adrian sat in the back seat with his head tilted against the window, his eyes half-open, his breath heavy with alcohol and bitterness. The city lights stretched and broke apart outside the glass, turning into long, meaningless lines of gold and red.His driver glanced at him through the rear-view mirror for the third time.“Sir…”Adrian’s eyes moved lazily.“What?”The driver swallowed. “Sir, I meant to say I don’t know Vivian’s house. You’ll have to give a definite description.”For a moment, Adrian stared at him like the man had spoken in another language.Then he laughed.“You don’t know Vivian’s house,” he repeated, as though the words were the greatest joke ever told. “Of course. Of course you don’t.”The driver said nothing.Adrian dragged a hand over his face and forced himself to sit upright. His head throbbed. His thoughts were a mess. Melissa’s voice was still inside his skull, tearing him apart piece by piece.He gave the driver the address with difficul

The Grand Ballroom of the Plaza Imperial was a sea of shimmering crystal, cascading orchids, and the low, vibrant hum of high society. Tonight, the Jones family wasn’t just throwing a party; they were reclaiming what was theirs. The event was monumental, drawing prominent politicians, business tycoons, and A-list celebrities. Outside, the red carpet was besieged by flashing cameras. Reporters from every major media outlet jostled for position, their voices blending into a feverish chant."Is it true she was living under a different identity?""How does the Jones empire plan to integrate her into the business?"“I’m worried about their adopted daughter; will she still be considered their daughter? She’s been spoiled all her life.” One whispered. “I really can’t imagine what the heiress looks like,” another asserted. Away from the deafening roar of the crowd, the atmosphere in the grand dressing room was surprisingly intimate. Although Mr. and Mrs. Jones had hired a small army o

“With just a…”Adrian never finished the sentence.The door crashed open with such force that Miranda’s eyes flew open before she could even understand what had happened. One second, Adrian’s face was too close to hers, his breath hot against her skin, his hands trapping her shoulders against the wall. The next second, he was ripped away from her like he weighed nothing.Noah had entered the room.His face was dark with fury.Before Adrian could turn properly, Noah shoved him hard across the room. Adrian stumbled, hit the edge of the centre table and nearly fell.Miranda gasped, trembling so badly that her fingers clawed at the wall behind her.Noah did not look at Adrian first. He turned to Miranda immediately and pulled her into his arms.“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice rough and urgent. “Miranda, look at me. Did he hurt you?”Miranda could barely breathe.Her hands shook against his chest. Her tears were still wet on her cheeks, her lipstick smudged, her hair slightly loosened

“Hmmh hmmn." Clara cleared her throat. “There’s something else we will like to show you all.” Her parents and siblings stepped aside. A large screen lit up behind the stage, showing a beautiful childhood-themed montage. There were baby items, old family photographs, hospital records, DNA confirmation, and then a final portrait of Miranda standing beside Mr. and Mrs. Jones. It was tasteful. Emotional.Earning different emotional reactions. Then the screen changed.It displayed the names of special guests invited in recognition of families who had, in one way or another, been connected to Miranda’s journey.The Cole family name appeared.The crowd turned.Subtly at first.Then openly.Whispers sharpened.“The Coles?”“Were they not the ones who treated her badly?”“Adrian divorced the Jones heiress?”“His family must be dying inside.”“Imagine losing a woman like that.”Mrs. Cole’s fingers tightened around her clutch.“I told you coming here was a wrong idea,” She muttered. Sabr

The ballroom froze. Cameras flashed. The clatter of heels and murmurs filled the air as Vivian Shaw attempted to rise, regain her composure, and retreat into the shadows.Clara, standing behind Colin and Melissa, could barely contain her smirk. She had been waiting for this moment, the perfect culmination of her carefully orchestrated reveal. Slowly, she stepped forward, her presence undeniable.“Well, isn’t this a sight?” Clara’s voice rang clear across the hall, cutting through the whispers. “It seems someone didn’t get the memo about who is in charge of tonight’s event.”Vivian looked up, face pale, lips pressed tightly. The realization hit her: there was nowhere to hide. Every eye in the room turned toward her.Colin straightened, his expression commanding authority. “Vivian Shaw,” he called, his voice amplified just enough to reach the edges of the crowd. “I don’t care why you’re here, and I’m not going to ask you how you got here either. You have been blacklisted from any f