All Chapters of A Divorce She Regrets: Chapter 11
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Chapter 11
"Do you have a death wish?"Claire Sterling's voice cut through the hall like a blade of ice.Richard Langley stood frozen, the barrel of her gun pressed against his temple. Sweat poured down his face, soaking through his expensive collar.Claire's voice rang out, cold and absolute."Richard Langley. Abuse of power. Conspiracy to commit human trafficking. Assault of a minor. Damage to Sterling Global's reputation and interests."The crowd, which had witnessed everything that had transpired tonight, went silent."You used Sterling Global's name to facilitate your crimes," Claire continued, her expression carved from stone. "You brought shame to this company."She pressed the gun harder against his head."You are terminated. Effective immediately. All positions, all benefits, all protections—gone." Her voice was absolute. "Security will escort you directly to the authorities. I have already forwarded all evidence."Richard stared at Claire, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasp
CHAPTER 12
The chains scraped across the marble floor with a harsh, grating sound.Vivian and Marcus crawled forward, their knees pressing against the cold stone, their hands trembling with each movement.For a moment, the hall remained silent. Shocked and disbelieving.Then someone laughed.It started as a quiet snicker. Then another. Then another.The laughter spread like wildfire.A woman in an expensive gown stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "My goodness, is that Marcus Ashford? The heir everyone was trying to impress an hour ago?""And Vivian Hart," another woman added, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Poor thing. She was so confident about her future with Sterling Global."Another guest quickly joined in, not wanting to be left behind. "Exactly! And frankly, I've been saying for months that Vivian Hart was... well, not the sort of person one wants to associate with."The first man shot him an annoyed glance. "Really? Because I saw you laughing at her jokes
CHAPTER 13
The guards finally stopped. They unlocked the shackles and let them fall to the ground with a heavy clank.Then, without a word, they turned and walked back into the club.Vivian and Marcus collapsed on the pavement, gasping for air. Their hands were raw. Their knees were bruised and bleeding.The crowd pressed closer.Someone laughed. "Wait—isn't that Marcus Ashford? The heir to the Ashford family?""It is!" another voice exclaimed. "And that's Vivian Hart! I saw her at a charity gala last month!"More laughter erupted.Flashes went off. Videos recorded. Social media posts were already being typed.Vivian buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Her entire body shook with the force of her humiliation.Marcus lay on the pavement, his chest heaving. His fists slowly clenched.His body shook—not from exhaustion.From pure, burning rage.He lifted his head and looked back at the club entrance. The bright lights. The closed doors.His eyes were bloodshot. His face was twisted
CHAPTER 14
Ethan left the villa and headed into the city.The largest herbal medicine store in the city was located in the commercial district, housed in a beautiful traditional building that looked out of place among the modern skyscrapers.As Ethan approached, he noticed something strange.A crowd had gathered outside. Dozens of people. Some crying. Some shouting. All of them pressing toward the entrance.Ethan's pace quickened.He pushed through the crowd, his shoulders cutting a path forward. People protested, but he ignored them."Someone call an ambulance!""Is he breathing?""Please, someone help!"The voices were panicked. Desperate.Ethan broke through the front line and saw the scene inside.An elderly man lay collapsed on the floor near the counter. He was perhaps in his seventies, dressed in an expensive gray suit. His face was pale. His lips were turning blue.Kneeling beside him was a young woman.She was stunning. Perhaps twenty-five years old, with long black hair pulled back in
CHAPTER 15
"Ethan Cross," he replied simply.Harrison Cole studied him for a long moment. Then, slowly, he pushed himself to his feet.Sophia gasped and rushed to support him. "Grandfather, wait! You shouldn't—""I'm fine," Harrison said, his voice stronger than it had been in years.He stood fully upright, releasing Sophia's arm. He took a deep breath. Then another. His eyes widened with each breath.The crowd watched in stunned silence.Harrison looked down at his hands. He flexed his fingers. Rotated his shoulders. Took several steps forward.No pain.No tightness in his chest.No shortness of breath.For the first time in over twenty years, he felt... whole.His mind reeled. The old injury—the one he'd sustained during his military service, the hidden damage that had plagued him ever since—it was gone. Completely gone.He had consulted the best doctors in the country. Spent millions on treatments. Taken countless medications.Nothing had worked.And yet this young man, this stranger with wor
CHAPTER 16
Ethan left the herbal medicine store with the check folded in his pocket and Harrison Cole's business card in his hand.Behind him, the crowd was still murmuring, phones still recording, whispers still spreading about what they'd just witnessed.He didn't look back.Inside the store, Sophia watched him disappear into the street. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched at her sides."Grandfather," she said quietly. "Please. Let's go to the hospital. Just to be safe."Harrison sighed. "Sophia, I told you—""Please." Her voice cracked slightly. "For me. I need to know you're truly alright."Harrison looked at his granddaughter's pale, worried face. He softened."Alright. If it will give you peace of mind."---Two hours later, they sat in a private examination room at the city's most prestigious medical research institute.The doctor—a renowned specialist in internal medicine—studied the test results on his computer screen. His eyes widened. He scrolled down. Then back up. Then called
CHAPTER 17
Harrison looked at his granddaughter and let out a long, weary sigh.Without another word, he rose from his chair and walked back into his room.Sophia stood frozen, tears threatening to spill over. She thought he was avoiding the issue. Running from it.A moment later, Harrison returned.In his hand was a neatly sealed box—the so-called “special medicine” from the hospital.He tossed it casually onto the floor in front of her.The box slid across the marble tiles and stopped at her feet.Sophia startled. She quickly wiped her tears and bent down, confusion written all over her face. She opened the box.Inside, every vial was untouched.Perfectly arranged. Sealed. Unused.Not a single dose had been taken.Sophia’s breath caught. She slowly looked up at her grandfather, disbelief flooding her eyes.“You… you didn’t take any of it?”Harrison shook his head, his gaze steady.“I grew tired of endless medications long ago,” he said quietly. “For months, I haven’t taken a single dose.”Soph
CHAPTER 18
"What are you talking about?""Grandfather just showed me his medication. All of it. He never took it, Dad. Not a single dose. He stopped taking it three months ago."James's face went pale."The hospital said his improvement was from the medication," Sophia continued, her voice cracking. "But he never took it. Which means..."She didn't finish.She didn't need to.James lowered the phone slowly. He looked at Ethan with completely new eyes.Eyes that held shock. Respect. And the dawning realization that he had almost made a terrible mistake."You..." James's voice was hoarse. "You really did save him."Ethan nodded calmly.James swallowed hard. His pride warred with necessity. Finally, necessity won."Can you..." He paused, the words difficult. "Can you fix what's wrong with me?”Ethan nodded. "The damage isn't permanent yet. You need to adjust your breathing pattern during the third form of the Iron Dragon technique. And modify the stance in the fifth form. Your right foot should be
CHAPTER 19
The men didn’t answer.The back door was yanked open.Claire tried to fight, but they were too strong, too fast.They dragged her from the car and into the van.The entire operation took less than thirty seconds.The van's door slammed shut. The vehicle sped away, tires screeching.Claire's driver lay on the pavement, dazed and bleeding from a cut on his forehead. Passersby began to gather, pulling out phones to call for help.But the van was already gone.Inside the van, Claire's hands were yanked behind her back and zip-tied together. A cloth bag was pulled over her head, blocking her vision.She forced herself to stay calm. To think.This was planned. Professional. They knew her route.Someone had been watching her.The van drove for what felt like twenty minutes, though Claire couldn't be sure. When it finally stopped, rough hands grabbed her arms and pulled her out.She was marched across uneven ground—gravel, maybe—then through a doorway. The air changed. Cooler. The sound echoi
CHAPTER 20
"You want revenge," Victor said flatly."Yes! I want him to suffer like I've suffered!"Victor turned back to Claire, his expression thoughtful. "This Ethan Cross. He's important to you?"Claire's face remained perfectly composed. "He's a business associate."She couldn't let them go after Ethan. Couldn't let them use her as bait to hurt him.Richard laughed bitterly. "Business associate? Don't lie! He's just some ex-convict you've been helping for some reason!"He turned to Victor. "He was released from prison three days ago. He's nobody. Just a criminal with no money, no power, no connections. But for some reason, she's been protecting him!"Victor's eyes narrowed, studying Claire more carefully now."Is that so?" he asked quietly.Claire said nothing, her jaw tight.Victor smirked, nodded to one of his men. "Bring her phone."The man retrieved Claire's phone from a nearby table—they took it during the kidnapping—and handed it to Victor.Victor unlocked it. Claire's stomach sank. Th