All Chapters of Chasing My Ex-Wife Back After Divorce : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

**Brian’s POV** The sterile smell of the prison lingered in my nostrils as I stepped out of the visitation room, my mind heavy with thoughts of Angela. Her sunken eyes and defeated posture haunted me, even as I tried to push them to the back of my mind. She didn’t say much during our meeting, but the hurt in her eyes spoke volumes. I was already drowning in guilt, but after speaking with that cop, the weight on my shoulders had become unbearable. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to fall into place, and I couldn’t ignore the fact that someone was orchestrating all of this—someone powerful enough to manipulate every move I made. I needed answers, and there was only one person I could confront now: Jessica. The drive to Jessica’s company was a blur. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, my thoughts a chaotic storm of anger and confusion. How much did Jessica know? Had she been pulling the strings all along, or was she just as clueless as I was? When I arrived at her

Chapter 53 BRIAN’S POV The house felt empty without Angela being in it. Even though she sometimes demanded a lot, she still added a bit of life to the house. Annoyance settled into the depths of my bones because of my inability to save her. She had done everything to help me, even when I did not want to admit it. Now, all I want to do is look for ways to get her out. Royals must really be satisfied with everything that had happened. I let out a deep sigh, staring at the file Jessica had sent to me to review and I couldn't even focus right now. The deadline was tonight and I was nowhere close to being done. I tried to keep my focus on the work before me but it was not doing. At the same time, my phone beeped with a message alert and I narrowed my eyes on the unknown contact. It was not saved on my phone. Who was this person? Do you want to know the truth? Meet me at Imperial Palace at 8 PM. Be punctual. That was all it said. The truth? What truth? My phone’s ringing

BRIAN’S POV I stopped before the prison, anger oozed from me and I gripped the steering wheel in a death grasp, my knuckles whitening in the process. I didn't want to see her after she was dragged out from the court that day. It still replayed, the way she begged me to save her. I let out a shaky breath, stepping out of my car and slamming the door shut. Heading inside, I stopped before the counter, requesting to meet her. What I didn't expect was the stink eye that was directed at me. I tried not to react when the cop rudely let me to the meeting room. Taking my seat, he excused himself and later returned with Angela who seemed to be struggling againt his painful grip. He pushed her forward, making me lurch for her from my seat but she fell to her knees. His wicked laugh rang out behind her as he stepped before her, whispering something into her ears then turning to me. “You have just ten minutes with this whore. Anything higher than that, she will pay with her body like s

JESSICA’S POV “The shareholders are requesting for an emergency meeting with you, Jessica,” Bishop informed me like I hadn't been receiving numerous emails over the night. It seemed like someone had gone to rouse them. The person was using Brian as an excuse for bad business and had put them in worry. The fact that I knew who that person could be only me boil in anger even more. Nelson was trying his best to make sure that I was ruined. What he didn't know was that I was just starting with him. I looked forward, my gaze hardening in the process. “Grant them their request. In fact, schedule the meeting for an hour time.” I said, returning my focus to the monitor before me. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked me. “You can always choose to send them individual messages to put them at rest.” “And will that really put them at rest?” I questioned sharply, regretting immediately. I opened my mouth to apologize but he shook his head. “Don’t. You are right. It would only po

BRIAN’S POVHi, Brian. This is from Freddy, Jessica’s husband. I am using this medium to personally invite you to her upcoming birthday. I am planning a surprise party for her and I don’t want her to know about it. Thank you.I hissed at the card, dumping it in the nearest bin. He wanted me to attend her birthday party. Wasn't it enough that I had to watch them together? I knew what he was getting at and I would not allow him to succeed. Whatever the reason I was, I would not attend. Why this torment? The torture? The pain?I already decided to stay out of her business and kept everything else professional. If only Jessica knew what he was doing and stopped him. It was their marriage and it was none of my business. Maybe I should have heed David’s advice months back and told Jessica about my ordeal. She would have had pity on me and taken me back, probably. I shook my head, tugging at my tie and staring at my reflection in the mirror. I have not even visited Angela since the last