All Chapters of Divorce Day: My Hidden 99 Lives Exposed: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

When I saw the endless string of zeros on my phone screen, I nearly lost my composure. I had to dig my fingernails into my thigh just to force out a couple of tears.Across from me, Tristan Pierce sat there, unable to meet my eyes. His fingers were pale from how tightly he held the signed divorce agreement."Serena, you deserve the money," he said, his voice raspy. "For the past three years, you've been too quiet in this house. I'm sorry for failing you."I sniffled. "Don't say that, Tristan. I know I'm not exactly easy to love. I'm not like… her. I don't get you the way she does."The second I mentioned "her", Tristan's gaze softened.That was my 99th secret identity, Maisie.She was the ultimate dream girl who would stay up all night playing video games with him, who would cry over the phone line when his stomach flared up, and who would leave sweet, breathy voice notes calling him "Tris".Meanwhile, I, Serena Hayes—the actual Ms. Pierce—had spent the last three years playing

Chapter 2

When I came downstairs, Tristan was sitting on the couch in a daze.A cup of coffee sat on the coffee table, long since cold, beside his glowing phone screen. It was open to a messaging thread.I knew exactly who he was waiting for—Maisie.After letting out a silent sigh, I pulled out my phone and switched accounts with practiced ease, my thumbs flying across the screen to fire off a message. "Tris, why haven't you replied to me today? Are you swamped with work? Don't forget to eat, okay? I get worried when you skip meals."Tristan practically jumped. He snatched up his phone, a remarkably tender smile washing over his face as he began typing his response.I rolled my suitcase into the center of the living room and said, "I'll be on my way."He flinched, hastily locking his screen. When he looked up, his eyes dropped to my lone, pathetic little suitcase, his brows drawing together."Is that all you're taking?" he asked. "What about the jewelry? The car? I signed them over to y

Chapter 3

I knew it wasn't me whom Tristan was reluctant to let go of. It was just the comfort of having a warm meal waiting for him at home.Men were all the same. They wanted the thrill of having a mistress, but they hated giving up the sense of stability they had with their wives.Once the meal was over, I didn't let him drive me. I hailed a taxi myself and went straight to the apartment I had rented long ago.The moment I walked in, I tossed my suitcase aside, collapsed onto the couch, and let out a long breath.It was finally over.I pulled out my phone and switched back to Maisie's account. The screen was flooded with text messages from Tristan, more than a dozen stacked one after another."The pasta was good, but I couldn't taste anything.""She left. The house feels empty.""Can we meet in person? Please? I just want to hold you. I really do."I stared at the screen for a long time, my thumb hovering over the word "Okay".According to the original playbook, this was the exact m

Chapter 4

I watched Tristan from the car without feeling the slightest ripple of guilt. If anything, I almost wanted to laugh.He had abandoned his wife of three years, and now his heart was bursting with excitement for a "true love" who was actually sitting in a car less than 50 yards away.The minutes ticked away.When the agreed-upon hour arrived, rain began to fall, first in a drizzle, then in a steady downpour. The couples around him scattered one after another, but Tristan stayed on that bench without an umbrella.The rain soon ruined the bouquet he had prepared so carefully.My phone vibrated once more."Maisie, it's raining. Are you stuck in traffic?""It's okay. I don't care how long it takes, I'll wait.""Maisie? Please say something. I'm starting to panic a little."I watched through the glass as his soaked shirt clung to his skin, making his silhouette look utterly miserable.For one ridiculous moment, my heart softened. Had I gone too far?No. A clean break would hurt l

Chapter 5

I reached out and gently brushed the damp strands of hair away from Tristan's forehead before muttering, "Stop being so foolish."I was just about to stand up to grab a glass of water when Tristan suddenly moved. His hand shot out and caught my wrist with startling strength.Startled, I whipped my head back around only to find his eyes wide open. They were bloodshot and unfocused, still hazy from the fever."Maisie… Don't go…"I tried to wrench myself free from his grip. "Open your eyes and look at me! It's me, Serena!""Serena?"Tristan blinked, his gaze struggling to focus as he tried to piece together my face. After a pause, a bitter chuckle escaped his lips before he loosened his grip."Right. Serena left, and Maisie doesn't want me either… I have absolutely nothing now."He rolled over, burying his face into the pillow, his voice completely muffled. "Serena, do you want to know a secret? There were times… when Maisie reminded me so much of you, especially when she wasn't t

Chapter 6

Tristan held up the phone, veins popping on the back of his hand. "Serena, explain yourself."I opened my mouth, but my throat was too dry to make a sound. Part of me wanted to scramble for a lie the way I used to. I could've said a friend had borrowed my phone, or that it was a practical joke. But under his piercing gaze, any excuse would immediately fall apart.The evidence was right there.Taking a deep breath, I lifted my chin and looked him dead in the eye. Then, I reached for the phone in his hand. "Give it back. That's my private property."Tristan let out a bitter scoff, taking a step back to dodge my hand. Right in front of my face, he unlocked the screen and began scrolling through the interface."Maisie, huh?" he sneered. "What a perfect little act."He tapped on another icon."WildRose? The rock enthusiast who used to debate track lists with me on the forums was you, too?"He kept scrolling."MidnightConfidant? The person who sent me daily mindfulness articles

Chapter 7

The bodyguard didn't so much as blink as he said, "Mr. Pierce tore up the divorce papers, and since the two of you never finalized anything at the courthouse, you're still legally Mrs. Pierce. Please come with us. Don't make this harder than it has to be."I was taken back to the mansion by force.The living room looked like it had been through a storm. Empty bottles and cigarette butts covered the floor, and the curtains had been pulled shut so tightly that not even a sliver of light could get in.Tristan sat in the middle of the couch with a cigarette between his fingers, the ember at the tip glowing faintly in the dark.Hearing the door click, he lifted his head.After one night, stubble had already shadowed his jaw. Dark circles sat beneath his eyes, and he looked utterly exhausted."You're back."His voice was hoarse, but it was the calmness in it that made my skin crawl."This is kidnapping, Tristan." I stood by the entryway, watching him warily."A domestic dispute be

Chapter 8

The glass shattered, shards spraying across the room.Tristan grabbed his head in agony, sinking to the floor as he burst into loud, hysterical sobs. "Serena… Why did you do this to me? Why did all of it have to be fake?"As I stared at his trembling shoulders, the phone slipped right out of my fingers and clattered onto the floor.I collapsed onto the floor, completely drained of my strength.Somewhere in this ridiculous game of secret identities and tailored affection, I had actually lost my own heart to him a long time ago. I had just been too terrified to admit it to myself.After that night, Tristan came down with a fever that quickly turned into pneumonia.He lay unconscious in the master bedroom, his face flushed and burning. Every so often, he'd start mumbling in his sleep, calling for Serena one moment, Maisie the next, and then Graham.I didn't leave. Seeing him in this state, I couldn't bring myself to walk away.I stayed by his side, feeding him medication, wiping d

Chapter 9

That was why I hid behind indifference. I only ever dared to shower Tristan with affection, whimpering and pouring my heart out online, where I could hide behind a mask."That's not it…" My denial sounded incredibly weak, and tears began spilling down my cheeks despite my best efforts to hold them back.Tristan let out a soft sigh, reaching out to gently hold my wrist. His palm was burning, but his grip felt steady."Serena, come here."I stood frozen in place.Tristan gave a firm tug, and I stumbled down onto the edge of the bed. Before I could move away, he wrapped his arms around me and buried his face against my stomach."Just admit it," he murmured, his voice sounding entirely muffled against the fabric. "You love me, the same way I love you."I'm not accepting that divorce. As for that 50 million dollars, consider it your performance bonus for keeping up the act for three years. But I'm not recasting my leading lady."I could feel his temperature through the thin fabric

Chapter 10

Tristan set the phone down and stood up, reaching across the desk to clasp my hands in his. "Ms. Serena Hayes, as it stands, I have a clean record. No internet girlfriends, and a failed attempt at a divorce."He smiled through his tears, his eyes filled with sincerity. "So, may I have the honor of taking you out sometime?"I playfully pulled my hand back and lifted my chin. "We'll see how you perform. I'm not exactly an easy catch."Tristan came around the desk, picked me up, and spun me once around the study. "Good thing I have plenty of time and enough patience to last a lifetime."…Half a year later, Tristan kept his word.He threw himself completely into winning me back. The cold, aloof Tristan of the past was gone, completely replaced by an absolute stage-five clinger.He learned how to cook, even if it tasted awful.He learned how to buy flowers even if his taste in arrangements left a lot to be desired.And he even learned to rub my stomach when I was on my period inst

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