All Chapters of Divorcing The Wrong Man: Her Regret: Chapter 131
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Chapter 131: The Demon Of Congo
The atmosphere in the Diamond Mirage shifted from a courtroom to a coliseum. Magnus Thorne, the man who had just commanded silence with a raise of his hand, now looked like an emperor about to unleash the lions.“To determine the true master,” Magnus announced, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling, “we will not be cooking a simple steak. We will not be making a delicate soufflé. We are going to the heart of darkness.”He gestured to the massive double doors.“Bring them in!”The doors groaned open, and a team of six muscular staff members struggled to push two massive, reinforced glass tanks onto the stage. The water inside churned violently.The crowd gasped, some even standing up to get a better look.Inside each tank was a monster. It was a fish, but to call it a fish felt like an insult to nature. It was silver, almost five feet long, with a jaw structure that looked like a bear trap. Its teeth were interlocking daggers, each one an inch long and razor-sharp.“The Goliath Tig
Chapter 132: The Power Of Guilt
But Dorovan wasn’t done. The adrenaline was hitting him too hard. He felt invincible. He turned back to the screen, looking at the picture of West Rain.“And as for this guy?” Dorovan scoffed, gesturing to the legendary figure. “ The so-called God of Chef? Let me tell you the truth.”He walked closer to the audience, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial growl.“He ran. He ran like a little pussy because he couldn’t stand the heat. Hiding under his mask like the loser that he is! Oh, his wife died? Boo-hoo. People die every day! A real man moves on. A real man stays in the kitchen. But West Rain? He cried and ran away to hide in a hole.”Dorovan laughed, a cruel, ugly sound.“So, West Rain, wherever you are hiding, listening to this broadcast… know this! You are a scared pussy. You are shit. Your dead wife is shit! And tonight, I am going to take your crown, cook your stupid fish better than you ever could, and show the world what a real God of Chef looks like!”The crowd roared with
Chapter 133: The Lazarus Fillet
The timer on the giant screen began its countdown.60:00The moment the buzzer sounded, Dorovan moved like a man possessed. He didn't waste a second. He grabbed a heavy-duty net, his muscles bulging as he plunged it into the tank.The Goliath Tigerfish thrashed violently, water splashing over the rim. It was a war. The beast snapped its jaws, biting into the metal rim of the net, but Dorovan was stronger. With a roar of effort, he hauled the forty-pound monster onto his cutting board.THUD.The fish slammed against the wood. Dorovan didn't hesitate. He grabbed a heavy cleaver.WHACK!He stunned the fish with the back of the blade. It was brutal. It was efficient. It was the way of a butcher. Blood sprayed slightly as he began to scale it, the sound of metal scraping against hard scales filling the microphone. Scritch. Scratch. Chop.The crowd cheered. This was what they expected. Violence. Mastery over nature. A chef conquering the beast.“Look at him go!” Ethan Cross shouted, clappin
Chapter 134: Ikizukuri
Adrian ignored all the murmurs and worked faster now. His hands were a blur. He removed the meat from the left side. Then the right. He took the prime cuts, the belly fat, the dorsal muscle.Within three minutes, the cutting board was empty of the fish.Lying there was a skeleton. A perfectly intact head, a spine, and a tail, with the internal organs safe inside a thin sac of membrane.It was a skeleton that breathed.“He killed it,” Dorovan scoffed, throwing his own chopped fish into a sizzling wok. “Great trick. But now you have a dead, ugly bone-fish. What’s the point?”Adrian didn't answer. He picked up the skeletal fish.And he put it back in the tank.Splash.The moment the water hit the gills, Adrian reached in and pulled out the three silver needles.Swish.The fish shook its tail. The skeleton swam.It swam with the same vigor as before. It circled the tank, its head turning, looking for prey, completely unaware that ninety percent of its body mass was sitting on Adrian’s cut
Chapter 135: The 13 Slashes Of Judgement
The timer overhead turned red.01:30.Ninety seconds. That was all that remained to prep the vegetables, create the garnish, and assemble the final plating. The image of West Rain’s “River’s Mercy” loomed on the giant screen —a dish that required onions so fine they dissolved on the tongue, and peppers sliced so thin they were translucent.But the audience was struggling to look at the screen. Their eyes kept drifting back to Adrian’s tank.The skeletal fish was still swimming.It defied logic. It defied biology. It was a statue of chefery, a living testament to a skill gap that was wider than the Grand Canyon. Even Dorovan, who was frantically heating his wok, couldn't stop glancing at it. Every flick of the fish’s tail was a reminder of his own inadequacy.In the VIP section, Fabio Romano felt a cold sweat break out on his neck.A memory hit him, sharp and unwanted. He was back in the cramped kitchen of Ben and Sasha’s house. The night he had tried to humiliate Adrian. He remembered
Chapter 136: Dragona Violeta
The timer hit zero.00:00.A loud buzzer echoed through the hall, signaling the end of the war.The air in the Diamond Mirage was thick, heavy with the scent of spices, searing oil, and the sweat of two men. But strangely, the smells were uneven. From Dorovan’s station, a pungent, aggressive aroma of chili, garlic, and fried fish assaulted the senses. It was delicious, mouth-watering, but it was loud.From Adrian’s station? Nothing.His clay pot sat on a porcelain tray, the lid sealed tight with a rim of dough he had applied in the final seconds. There was no steam. No smell. Just a silent, earthen vessel.Magnus Thorne stepped forward, a silver spoon in his hand.“Chefs, step back.”Dorovan stepped back, his chest heaving. He looked wrecked. The "Twin Viper" technique had drained him, but he was confident. He looked at his dish—a vibrant, red-and-gold platter of the Tigerfish, glazed in a sauce that shimmered under the lights.“Chef Dorovan,” Magnus said, his voice neutral. “Present
Chapter 137: The Light Under The Basket
The silence broke like a dam.One second, the room was stunned by the lingering scent of the violet mist. The next, it was chaos.“It’s him! It’s really him!”“West Rain! West Rain!”The chant started in the back row and swept forward like a tidal wave. It wasn't just applause; it was worship. Reporters who had been sitting bored in the press box now vaulted over railings, microphones extended like spears, cameras flashing in a blinding stroboscopic storm.Vloggers screamed into their phones, livestreaming the moment to millions.“Guys, you won’t believe this! The janitor.. the guy everyone was mocking— is the lost God of Chef! The Violet Dragon just appeared! I’m literally shaking!”They rushed the stage, desperate for a soundbite, a look, anything from the legend who had returned from the dead.“Mr. Rain! Where have you been?” “Is it true you retired because of grief?” “Mr. Rain, look here!”Adrian didn't answer. He stood amidst the flashing lights, his expression calm, almost det
Chapter 138: The Robber And The Rod
The applause died down, replaced by a suffocating tension. The Diamond Mirage was no longer a festival; it was a tribunal.Adrian stood center stage, the microphone loosely gripped in his hand. He turned his gaze to Entity. The famous fashion designer was trembling, clutching the bodice of her "million-dollar" dress as if it were a shield.“The deal, Entity,” Adrian said calmly. “You promised that if I won, I could test the authenticity of those diamonds in front of the world.”Entity took a frantic step back. “You… you can’t be serious,” she stammered, her voice shrill. “Look at the time! The event is over. People want to go home. You’re just being a bully now! Trying to humiliate a woman because you have a little power?”She turned to the crowd, trying to rally sympathy.“Is this your hero? A man who attacks a defenseless designer? These diamonds are vintage! They are fragile! If his rough, janitor hands touch them, he’ll ruin history!”She looked at the cameras, her eyes narrowing.
Chapter 139: Rejection!!
The cheers for the "wife" comment were still echoing in the rafters when Fabio Romano decided he had heard enough.He didn't storm out. He didn't leave. Instead, he adjusted his suit jacket, slicked back his hair, and walked onto the stage with the entitlement of a man who owned the building. He ignored Adrian completely. To Fabio, Adrian was just a distraction.. a skilled cook, maybe, but still a servant in the grand scheme of power.Fabio walked straight to Helen.He reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box. He snapped it open. Inside sat a diamond ring that was easily five carats, glittering with a cold, hard light.“Enough of this theater,” Fabio announced, his voice amplified by the boom mic he had snatched. “The cooking show is over. The little romance novel is finished. Now, we return to the real world.”He held the ring out, not asking, but offering it like a command.“Helen, stop embarrassing yourself. You’ve had your fun. You’ve had your little rebellion. But we b
Chapter 140: 500 Million Dollars
“Because they owe us everything!” It was Fabio who answered. He stepped in front of the cowering Ethan, pointing a finger at Helen. “You want the truth, janitor? Fine. Here is the truth.”Fabio sneered, regaining his arrogance now that the topic was money.“The Cross family is bankrupt. Ethan Cross leveraged the entire estate —the houses, the company, the land— to fund a shipping deal that failed. They owe the Romano Group five hundred million dollars.”The crowd gasped. The number sucked the air out of the room.“The contract is clear,” Theresa Romano shouted from the VIP section, marching onto the stage to join her son. “The loan was conditional. If the Cross family cannot pay the principal plus interest by midnight tonight —which is in exactly fifteen minutes— then the collateral is seized.”She pointed a manicured fingernail at Helen. “And the collateral… is her.” Theresa smiled, a cruel, predatory expression.“So, unless the cook here has half a billion dollars sitting in his ap