All Chapters of After Divorce, The Heiress Decides to Revenge: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

NOLANI hate it here.It smells like piss and rotten pizza in here. I sat in the cell, the cold metal bench beneath me doing nothing to ease the chill that had settled deep in my bones. The low hum of the fluorescent lights buzzed in the background, adding to the oppressive atmosphere. My mind raced, replaying the events that had led me here, each scene flashing like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.How did I end up like this? The world outside these bars was already judging me, painting me as a violent husband who turned abusive after catching his wife cheating. The media would have a field day with this—headlines screaming about the angry Westbrook who couldn’t handle his wife’s betrayal. I could already see the stories plastered on every screen, the smug faces of commentators discussing my supposed fall from grace.But through all of it, there was one thought that gnawed at me more than anything else: What does Alanna think of me? Did she believe the lies? Did she think I was

NolanI drove back home, my mind a storm of anger and betrayal. The roads blurred in front of me as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened. Brad’s smug face, his words, the years of lies—it all echoed in my head like a twisted symphony. By the time I pulled up to the house, my knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel too tight. The house loomed in front of me, a symbol of everything that had gone wrong in my life. Every corner of it held a memory—memories of my father’s abuse, the disastrous marriage to Alanna, the cold, loveless relationship with Chloe. This place had seen the worst of me, and I couldn’t stand it anymore.As I got out of the car, I saw Chloe standing in the driveway, looking as though she had been waiting for me. Her arms were crossed, her face a mix of defiance and something I couldn’t quite place. “Where the hell have you been?” she demanded, as if she had any right to ask. Ignoring her, I walked past her toward the house. I wasn’t in

NOLANThe courtroom felt strange. I glanced around, taking in the sea of faces—some familiar, some not. The tension was palpable, an almost physical presence in the air. This was it, the moment where everything would be laid bare. I steeled myself, knowing that no matter how this turned out, the truth needed to be revealed.Mr. Collins, my lawyer, stood beside me, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. His eyes scanned the room, calculating, strategizing. Across the aisle, Chloe sat with Mr. Brooks, her lawyer. She looked composed, almost serene, but I knew better. She was a master of masks, and today, she wore the one of the wronged woman perfectly.The judge, an older man with a stern expression, called the court to order. The first witness was my mother, Mrs. Westbrook. She walked to the stand, her steps slow but deliberate. This wasn’t easy for her, I knew that. But she was here because she believed in me, believed in the truth.Mr. Brooks was the first

CHLOEWHEN IT COMES TO THE GAME OF PRETEND, I AM THE QUEEN.I sat in front of the vanity, smoothing a final coat of gloss onto my lips. My reflection stared back at me, flawless, but my mind was far from calm. Today was crucial. The interview was my chance to turn the tide, to make sure I came out of this mess on top. The court case with Nolan was looming, and I needed the public on my side. If I could convince them that I was the victim, the wronged wife who had only ever loved too deeply, it would be so much easier to sway the judge, the jury—everyone. I wasn’t just fighting Nolan in court; I was fighting him in the court of public opinion, too. And I had to win.The reporter was waiting in the next room. I knew how to play this. I’d done it before, countless times. Turn on the tears, soften my voice, and tell them exactly what they wanted to hear. Today was about making Nolan look like the villain, and I was ready.When I walked into the room, the reporter smiled warmly at me, but I

NolanI sat in the courtroom, my hands clenched into fists on the table in front of me. The trial had dragged on for weeks. Every day, I’d watched as Chloe spun her lies, as her lawyers twisted the truth, trying to make me out to be the monster. I couldn’t let Chloe win after everything she’d done.Alanna was sitting a few rows behind me, her presence a comforting reminder that I wasn’t alone in this. She had testified earlier in the trial, her voice steady but laced with the pain Chloe had caused. Watching her on the stand, reliving those memories, had nearly torn me apart. But she’d held her ground, just as she always did.The doors to the courtroom opened, and Mr. Collins, my lawyer, walked in, his face as calm as ever. He was a man who rarely showed his emotions, but today, there was a determined glint in his eyes that gave me a shred of hope. We had one last shot, one final piece of evidence that could turn the tide in my favor.He took his place beside me, leaning in slightly as