All Chapters of Divorced My Scum Husband And Married His Uncle: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lorenzo pov After battling my resolve last night, I finally texted Megan. I don't know why I felt bad when she didn't reply. I mean, I should have expected that, right? I ended up not catching any sleep throughout the night. Today however, I'm flying to Vegas. Fuck that stupid decision of staying away from her, I can't do that anymore. She will have to forgive me but after mourning her death for six fucking years, I don't know why I stupidly convinced myself that staying away was an option. I am at my office waiting for Hugo who said he got Intel from Gino. I still haven't forgotten how someone thought they can run a hit on me. I have to admit, it was a close call and Vegas not being my turf, that coward took advantage of that. After minutes of playing around absentmindedly with my pen, the door is pushed open and Hugo makes his appearance. “ What took you so long?” I grumble in annoyance. Hugo ignores my whining and slaps a thick file on my desk. I cock my brows at him.

MEGAN’S POVWhen I woke up, everything around me was a blur.The air was thick, stale, and heavy with an unfamiliar scent—something damp and metallic. Dust clung to my tongue, making it hard to swallow. My body ached, my limbs stiff as if I had been lying in the same position for too long. I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim light flickering from a single weak bulb overhead.Where was I?A sharp pang of fear curled in my stomach as my surroundings came into focus. The room was small, cold, and lifeless, with nothing but bare concrete walls and a grimy floor and one chair at the centre. Shadows stretched along the corners, dark and menacing. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breathing.I pushed myself upright, my hands trembling as I tried to gather my bearings. My pulse pounded against my ribs, each thud growing louder, faster. Something wasn’t right.Then it hit me like a crashing wave, and my breath caught in my throat.This wasn’t t

LORENZO'S POVThe drive back to the temporary house I got for myself was full of tension. I could feel Rico itching to ask questions but he held back. I think even he understood that I was too pissed off to hold a conversation. That fucking bastard! How dare he play me like a fool? Is this a fucking game to him? I hate it when someone plays me. I am known to be the player, not the other way round. I hope he took my last message to him seriously because the moment I lay my hands on him, I will shoot him in the face. What makes me even mad is knowing that Megan and our daughter are still in his hands and that motherfucker can do absolutely anything to them. That thought alone is enough to make my heart tremble with fear and desperation. After what feels like eternity, the car pulls off outside the iron gates. Hugo somehow managed to rent a house for a month and get security following the previous attack. “ Get some rest. Tomorrow, we turn the city upside down to find your mistress

LORENZO’S POV“It’s all your fault.” Angelo shouts immediately we are back at our temporary meeting place. Angelo’s voice is raw with anger, shaking with the force of his rage. His fists clench at his sides, his eyes burning into me with unfiltered hatred. “Six years ago, she almost died, and now we’re here again. I blame you for all of this!” He shouts, a glare fixed on his face. I don’t argue. I don’t even lift my head.Because he’s right.Megan is in this mess because of me.If it weren’t for the fact that—My phone vibrates in my hand, a sharp intrusion into the suffocating silence between us. I glance at the screen.Hugo.I answer immediately. “Hugo?”“Boss, we lost the trail.” His voice is tight, frustrated. “It’s like they’re toying with us. We also found another note.”A notification chimes before he can finish, and I already know what it is. My stomach twists as I open the image.Same paper. Same handwriting.Lorenzo,Loving it so far?How does it feel?A taunt. A reminder.

MEGAN’S POVI felt a knot of fear tighten in my stomach when the man smiled after hearing the gunshots. At such a moment, I expected him to be shaken, maybe even worried, but instead, he grinned, as if everything was going according to his plan."What's happening? Where are you taking me?" I shouted, struggling to resist, but he only chuckled and gave me a look that sent chills down my spine.It was a look of superiority, like a parent watching a child, a toddler, who thought they could get away with something they had no business doing. It was condescending, and in that moment, I felt small—like a fish trapped in a tank. His tank. I could see the way he looked at me, knowing I was struggling, knowing I was going to die. And there was nothing I could do to change it. All my feeble attempts at resistance would amount to nothing.I was afraid. Terrified. Not for myself, but for Elena. I didn't want to die, not without knowing she would be okay."Please, Mr. Gambino," I begged, my voice