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Let’s Divorce Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

That night.

Marianne made Stella a light late-night meal. Stella ate a few bites, then went straight to the guest room to sleep.

Evan hadn’t returned yet. She didn’t ask where he’d gone.

She had just lain down when Gray called.

“Miss. It’s done.”

“And the estate?” Stella asked.

She didn’t care about the two smaller villas. Those were incidental.

What truly mattered was Bay International.

Ruby lived there whenever she was in Harbor City.

Important documents. Jewelry. Irreplaceable assets.

Ruby had smashed Azure Heights to send a warning.

This was Stella’s reply.

Gray’s voice was steady. “The entire estate was engulfed Even after the fire crews put it out, there’ll be nothing left but the structural frame.”

“Good. No loose ends.’

Meaning nothing traceable.

“Of course.”

Gray had spent years cleaning up situations far worse than this. It was what he did best.

Sometimes he saw the same ruthless edge in Stella that he saw in her brother.

The call ended.

Not long after, Evan returned.

He found the guest room and pushed the door open.

He didn’t step inside.

Backlit by the hallway light, his expression was unreadable.

Stella had a habit of playing one round of a game before bed.

The moment he opened the door, gunfire sounds echoed from her phone.

She was leaning against the headboard.

From the second he entered, she never once looked up.

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The anger he had been carrying all the way home detonated.

He strode forward, snatched the phone from her hand, and slammed it to the floor.

The battle sounds cut off instantly.

Only then did Stella lift her head.

Her dark eyes were cold.

Nothing else.

She pushed the covers aside and got out of bed.

Without hesitation, she grabbed the vase from the bedside table.

And with the same motion-

Slam.

It shattered against the floor.

Evan froze.

Stella bent down calmly, picked up her phone, and inspected it.

The screen was cracked beyond repair.

“You don’t have anything to say?” Evan demanded.

“This phone cost twelve hundred,” she said evenly. “I’ll have my lawyer add it to the divorce settlement.”

He stared at her.

That was what she chose to say?

Was that what he wanted to hear?

Her detached tone made his chest feel like it was about to explode.

“How did you do it?” he snapped. “Have you lost your mind?”

He meant the fire.

The villas.

He knew.

Bay International was in flames. Ruby was furious.

Stella glanced at him but didn’t answer.

“Was it Felix?” he demanded. “Did he help you?”

The moment he said Felix’s name, the edge in his voice sharpened.

“Azure Heights,” Stella said quietly, “was thrashed one hour after Ruby landed. Did you know that?”

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Evan stiffened.

She tossed the broken phone into the trash.

“I thought you’d at least ask why.”

Silence.

She turned to look at him.

“From what you just said… am I the one who started this?”

Her voice was calm.

It had been calm when she smashed the vase too.

But the calm felt wrong.

Fractured.

At the mention of Azure Heights, the anger inside him twisted into something more complicated.

Without another word, he turned and left the guest room.

The door shut.

Stella let out a faint, contemptuous laugh.

She glanced once more at the shattered phone, then picked up the landline and dialed downstairs.

Marianne answered. “Ma’am?”

“Bring me a new phone.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Less than three minutes later, Marianne delivered one.

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me.”

Marianne lingered.

Stella inserted her SIM card and looked up. “Something else?”

“Mr. Evan is in the study,” Marianne said quietly. “He’s on the phone. Very angry. He mentioned you.”

“Noted. I’m going to sleep.”

She shut the door.

She didn’t care who he was yelling at.

Or about what.

Downstairs, Evan was pacing in the living room.

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