All Chapters of Divorcing The Wrong Man: Her Regret: Chapter 151
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Chapter 151: De Gunshot In Da Rain
The rain hammered against the windshield of the sedan, blurring the world into streaks of grey and charcoal.Adrian drove with white-knuckled precision, weaving through the slick New York traffic. Helen sat in the passenger seat, reading the legal documents with trembling hands.“This looks real, Adrian,” Helen said, her voice tight with panic. “It’s an Ex Parte Emergency Order. A judge signed it an hour ago without a hearing. They claimed… they claimed you run a criminal enterprise from your home. They’re using my father’s murder as proof that Aria isn’t safe with you.”“It’s a standard tactic,” Adrian said, his eyes glued to the road. “They paint me as a target and Aria as collateral damage. They want to snatch her before I can lawyer up.”“It says law enforcement is authorized to retrieve the child immediately,” Helen read, her face paling. “Adrian… they aren’t going to wait. They’re going to get her now.”Adrian slammed his foot on the accelerator. The engine roared.“I know,” he
Chapter 152: The Man That Cannot Die
Three hours later.The VIP Intensive Care Unit at Saint Jude’s was silent, save for the rhythmic, ominous beep... beep... of the life support monitors.Helen sat by the bedside, her red dress stiff with dried blood. She held Adrian’s hand, her head resting on the mattress, her tears soaking the sterile sheets. Beside her, Eva stood like a statue, her usual vibrant energy replaced by a pale, hollow shock.Magnus Thorne stood at the door, his massive frame blocking the view from the hallway. He looked like a man who had lost his king. He was wiping his eyes with a handkerchief.Inside the room, the medical charts told a story of inevitable death.Patient: Adrian West. Injuries: Perforating gunshot wound to the left ventricle. Secondary projectile trauma to the temporal lobe. Status: Critical. Pre-operative Coma. Prognosis: 2% chance of survival. Expected vegetative state if revived.The Doctor had been prepping the OR for hours, terrified to even make the first cut. The nurses were spea
Chapter 153: The Long COn
While the drama of life and death played out in the sterile halls of Saint Jude’s Hospital, a different kind of operation was taking place at the Lang Residence.A beat-up gray delivery van, the kind that usually carried plumbing equipment or catering supplies, idled at the curb of the upscale neighborhood. There were no logos on the side. No license plates on the front.In the driver’s seat sat Bobby Jackson.But he wasn't wearing his usual flash. Gone was the rented gold Rolex. Gone was the tailored suit he had put on a credit card he never intended to pay. He was wearing a black hoodie and latex gloves.He looked at the mansion —the house he had been visiting for months, playing the role of the doting, wealthy fiancé.Vanessa Lang thought Bobby was a crypto-millionaire with investments in Dubai and other places. She thought he was her ticket to a power couple status that would rival the Crosses. She thought he was the one man who appreciated her genius.In reality, Bobby was a stre
Chapter 154
The Double Dip The air in the abandoned warehouse smelled of rust, damp concrete, and the intoxicating scent of stolen wealth. Bobby Jackson sat on a crate, his legs kicked up on a folding table that groaned under the weight of the Lang family fortune. It was a beautiful sight. Stacks of crisp hundred-dollar bills, bonds, deeds to properties, and a mountain of jewelry that glittered under the harsh halogen bulb swinging above. He picked up a diamond necklace—a heavy, platinum piece that Vanessa had bragged about wearing to the Met Gala. He held it up to the light, whistling low. “Look at that fire,” Bobby grilled, tossing it to Riz. “That’s easily fifty grand on the street. Maybe eighty if we find a dumb enough buyer in Mexico .” Riz caught it, grinning. “We cleaned ’em out, Boss. The safe was stacked. I found this in the drawer, too.” He held up a heavy Patek Philippe watch. “Lucas’s father’s watch,” Bobby chuckled, taking a swig of cheap beer. “Vanessa kept it as a keepsake.
Chapter 155: Future Matriarch
The hallway of Saint Jude’s Hospital felt like it was tilting under Vanessa’s feet. She walked fast, her heels clicking sharply against the linoleum, trying to put as much distance as possible between herself and Room 402. Behind her, Ethan Cross walked with a scowl, nursing his injured arm. The two lawyers trailed them, looking pale and shaken. They had gone in there to bury a dying man. They had gone to claim the spoils of war. Instead, they had stared into the eyes of something that refused to die. “Did you see his eyes?” Vanessa whispered, pressing the elevator button repeatedly. Her hands were shaking. “The monitors were flatlining. He had a hole in his chest. And he just… stood up. He ripped the contract like it was tissue paper.” “It was adrenaline,” Ethan snapped, though he didn't look convinced. “A last burst of energy before death. Don’t let him rattle you, Vanessa. He’s bleeding out. The doctor said he has a 2% chance. He’ll be dead by morning.” The elevator doors slid
Chapter 156: The Queen Of Nothing
The elevator doors opened into the lobby, but Vanessa couldn't move. She stood paralyzed, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.“He… he…” Vanessa stammered.“He robbed you,” Ethan said coldly, handing the phone back. “Your fiancé. The ‘millionaire.’ He cleaned you out.”“No,” Vanessa whispered. “No, Bobby loves me. He… he helped me plan everything. He hates Adrian!”“He played you,” Ethan scoffed, stepping out of the elevator. “He saw a desperate, greedy woman, and he milked her dry. The safe? The bonds? Vanessa, if he took the corporate emergency funds… you’re bankrupt.”The realization hit her like a physical blow. The cash reserves for the hostile takeover of Crestmoor? Gone. The jewelry she had inherited? Gone. The deeds to the Lang properties? Gone.And Lucas. Her annoying, spoiled, only brother. He was tied up in a warehouse with a knife to his throat.“I have to save him,” Vanessa cried, running after Ethan. “Ethan, help me! We have to pay the ransom! I need f
Chapter 157: West Syndicate
"Here," Adrian said coldly.Dr. Aris looked at the check. He blinked. He adjusted his glasses. He blinked again.Pay to the Order of: Saint Jude’s Hospital Amount: $120,000,000.00"One hundred and... twenty million?" Dr. Aris stammered, his arrogance evaporating instantly. "Sir, the bill is only sixteen thousand. This is... is this a joke?""I'm not paying the bill," Adrian said, capping the pen. "I'm buying the goddamn hospital."The lobby went dead silent."Excuse me?" Dr. Aris squeaked."I don't like your policy," Adrian said, stepping around him. "So I'm changing management. Consider the hospital acquired. Have all deeds, transfer papers, and staff audits forwarded to the West Syndicate legal department by morning."He signaled Magnus. "Let's go."Helen stood rooted to the spot. Her mouth fell open. She looked from the check in the doctor's hand to Adrian’s retreating back.The West Syndicate?The name echoed in her mind. Everyone knew the name. It was a myth. A ghost story of the
Chapter 158: Broken
“...and if you are just joining us, the atmosphere here at the New York Supreme Court is nothing short of electric. It is a circus, a gladiator arena, and a corporate merger all rolled into one.”The news reporter, a blonde woman in a trench coat fighting against the wind, pressed her earpiece as she spoke into the camera. Behind her, the marble steps of the courthouse were swarming with paparazzi, protestors, and curious onlookers.“We are moments away from the most high-profile custody hearing of the decade. On one side, we have Vanessa Lang, CEO of Lang Enterprises, who has had a tumultuous forty-eight hours. Sources confirm that just last night, Ms. Lang was involved in a high-stakes police operation to rescue her brother, Lucas Lang, from a kidnapping attempt that allegedly drained her company’s liquid assets.”The cameraman panned to the sleek black SUVs lined up at the curb.“And on the other side... the enigma. Adrian West. The man the internet is calling the ‘God of Chef.’ Th
Chapter 159: Supreme Court I
The courtroom was packed. Every bench in the gallery was filled with reporters, bloggers, and members of the New York elite who treated custody battles like spectator sports.The air was thick with the scent of old mahogany, floor wax, and expensive cologne.Ethan led Vanessa to the plaintiff's table. They sat down, flanking Clara.Spread out before them was the "Firing Squad." Five lawyers in matching grey suits, sorting through mountains of paperwork, tapping on tablets, looking bored and lethal. They whispered to each other in legal jargon that sounded like spells.“Impressive,” Clara murmured, eyeing the team. “This looks like a coronation.”Vanessa looked across the aisle looking pale but composed in a modest navy dress chosen specifically to make her look like a grieving, concerned mother. Next to her was Clara, nursing her bruised cheek, her eyes darting around like a cornered rat.On the right side —the defense table— it was empty.Completely, utterly empty.The gallery was pa
Chapter 160: Lord Doom
The silence that followed this time wasn't confused. It was stunned.And then, the laughter exploded. It was raucous. It was hysterical. Even the bailiff cracked a smile.“Doom?” Ethan cackled, slapping the table. “He calls himself Doom! Oh my god, he’s lost his mind. The bullet must have hit his brain. He thinks he’s a comic book character!”Marcus Thorne was shaking with laughter. “Your Honor, please. This is a mental health crisis. We need a psychiatric evaluation, not a hearing.”Vanessa covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking. She thought he had finally snapped.Judge Sterling banged her gavel furiously. BANG! BANG! BANG!“Silence! Absolute silence or I will clear this courtroom!”She glared at Adrian, her face red with irritation.“Mr. West,” she hissed. “This is a court of law, not a stage for your delusions. ‘Doom’ is not a name. It is a word. You are wasting my time.”“Expatriate,” Judge Sterling commanded. “Explain yourself immediately before I have you removed.”Adrian did