All Chapters of THE DIVORCE AND HIS BETRAYAL, MY REVENGE: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The days after discovering my true parentage were a blur of grief and confusion, of trying to reconcile the woman I thought I was with the woman I had become. I spent most of them in the safe house with Merald beside me, going over the letter from my grandfather again and again, looking for something I might have missed, some clue that would make sense of the chaos. The revelation that I was a Vance, not a Cole, had shaken me to my core, but there was another truth hiding in those yellowed pages, one that I had been avoiding, one that I wasn't sure I was ready to face."There's something else in the letter," Merald said, pointing to a paragraph near the bottom.I read the words, my hands shaking, my heart pounding."Merald wasn't the one who killed your brother. He tried to stop it. But he made a decision that night, a choice that cost your brother his life. I'm not telling you this to make you hate him. I'm telling you because you deserve to know the truth.""What decision?" I a

The days after my decision were strange and tender, the kind of tender that comes when you've finally let go of something you've been holding onto for too long, something that was never really yours to hold in the first place. I spent most of them with Merald beside me, learning how to be together without the weight of the past pressing down on our shoulders like a mountain we couldn't climb. It wasn't easy, wasn't always comfortable, wasn't the fairy tale ending I had once imagined for us when we were young and naive and full of hope, but it was real. That was enough, more than enough, considering everything we had survived together. The baby was coming soon, any day now, and I could feel the anticipation building in my chest, the fear and the hope and the exhaustion all tangled together into a knot I couldn't untie no matter how hard I tried."You're quiet," Merald said, finding me in the nursery, running my hand over the crib we had set up together just last week, the

The days after our kiss were strange and tender, the kind of tender that comes when you've finally let someone back in after keeping them out for so long, when the walls you've built start to crumble and you're not sure if you're ready to face what's on the other side. I spent most of them with Merald beside me, trying to figure out what forgiveness looked like, what it meant, whether I was even capable of giving it after everything he had done. The baby was coming any day now, and I could feel the anticipation building in my chest, the fear and the hope. The exhaustion all tangled together into a knot I couldn't untie, but underneath all of that was something else, something I had been avoiding for months, something I had been too afraid to name.Forgiveness."I've been thinking," I said one morning, sitting across from Merald at the kitchen table, my coffee growing cold in my hands."About what? You've been quiet all day.""About us. About whether I can ever really forgive y

The days after my decision to forgive were supposed to be lighter, but instead I found myself trapped in a fog of exhaustion and doubt, the kind that comes when you've been fighting for so long that you forget what you were fighting for in the first place, when the war has become so much a part of you that you don't know who you are without it. I sat in the nursery with my hand on my stomach and the baby kicking, and I thought about the future, about the life I had been trying to build, about whether any of it was worth the cost, about whether I had anything left to give."You've been quiet," Merald said, finding me in the dark, his voice soft."I've been thinking. About everything.""About what?""About leaving. About walking away from all of this. From the company, from the war, from the memories."He sat down beside me, his hand on mine. "Where would you go? Do you even know?""I don't know. Somewhere no one knows my name. Somewhere I can start over, be someone new.""And the ba

The days after my final decision were strange and quiet, the kind of quiet that comes after a storm when the world is still and you're waiting for the next one to hit, but no storm came. I sat in my office at the Cole Group headquarters, looking out at the city below, wondering how I had gotten here and where I was supposed to go next after everything I had been through. The baby was due any day now, and I could feel her kicking, a constant reminder that life was still happening, that the future was still coming, that I couldn't stay stuck in the past forever no matter how much I wanted to."You've been staring out that window for an hour," Merald said, standing in the doorway, his arms crossed, his expression soft."I'm thinking. Trying to sort through everything in my head.""About what? What's going through your mind?""About everything. About nothing. About where I go from here, what I do next."He walked toward me, his hand on my shoulder, warm and steady. "You go home. Yo