Ex Wife's Collapse After Divorce novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103

Damian glanced down at the notification. For one unguarded instant, his eyes lit with pure, naked delight.

He had lied. He had escaped. He had even gotten money out of it!

He smothered it instantly, dropping his gaze, folding his hands together with the picture of humble gratitude.

“Thank you, Vivian. I don’t deserve this. Really, I don’t.”

She didn’t answer. She was already walking out, heels clicking sharp against the floor, her mind somewhere far ahead of the room she was leaving.

The truth was simple, and she’d known it since the moment her assistant repeated Aurora’s message to her. The root of Lockwood’s crisis wasn’t Stellaris. It wasn’t even Damian’s stupidity.

It was Ethan.

As long as Ethan was still out there, unresolved, unaddressed, this problem would keep resurfacing in new and uglier forms. If she wanted the crisis gone, she needed to deal with him directly.

And there was something else, something she didn’t examine too closely. Now that Damian’s men had actually hurt him, she found she wanted to see for herself how badly. Wanted to sit across from him and talk, the way they used to.

“Find out where Ethan’s staying now,” she told her assistant the moment she reached her office. “I want the address by this afternoon.”

Then, after a pause, she picked up her phone again and dialed her mother.

That same night, across the city, Ethan was sprawled on his couch with the television flickering in front of him, a plate of takeout balanced on his knee.

Marcus had landed a few solid hits on him the night before. His face was still a little swollen, not enough to matter, but enough to be useful. So Ethan had gone to the hospital earlier, gotten a medical leave certificate, and taken the rest of the day off without the slightest guilt.

He was just getting comfortable, half-watching some drama he didn’t care about, when someone knocked on the door.

He assumed it was the landlord. Or a delivery he’d forgotten about.

He opened the door and his face turn cold.

Vivian stood in the hallway, a bouquet of flowers cradled in one arm and a fruit basket balanced in the other.

She was dressed neatly, her makeup flawless, as if she were here for some polite social visit instead of

showing up where she was clearly not wanted

Ethan’s good mood vanished on the spot.

“What are you doing here?” he said coldly. “Why are you still bothering me?”

Vivian’s gaze landed on his face at once.

The swelling was light, but it was still there. A bruise near the cheekbone. Faint redness near the corner

of his mouth.

Her chest tightened for one instant, but she hid it immediately.

“I came to see you,” she said flatly.

Before Ethan could stop her, she stepped past him, put the flowers down, set the fruit basket beside the table, and sat on the sofa like she belonged there.

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