All Chapters of The Scorned Wife Finds Love Again: Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

Dan was chasing me through a dark, empty alley, his voice echoing off the walls, low and menacing."You can’t escape me, Amber. I’m never letting you go," he growled, his tone dripping with venom. "If I can’t have you, no one will."His bitter laugh ricocheted in my ears, chilling and cruel, as I ran faster, my breath hitching with each frantic step. No matter how far I pushed, the alley seemed endless, his shadow looming closer and closer.I woke up with a start, gasping for air, my body drenched in sweat. My heart pounded wildly in my chest as I sat up, clutching the blanket like it could protect me from the lingering fear. It was just a nightmare, I reminded myself, glancing around the dark room to reassure myself that Dan wasn’t there. He couldn’t hurt me anymore.Curling into a ball, I reached for the bedside lamp and turned it on. I tried to calm the storm inside me, taking deep, shaky breaths. When that didn’t work, I forced myself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom.Standi

As I walked toward the restaurant, I tried to keep my emotions in check. The last thing I needed was to jinx this moment by celebrating too soon. I wasn’t free from Dan until those divorce papers were in my hands, signed and sealed. Only then would I allow myself to finally breathe.The small eatery came into view, and I pulled the door open, stepping inside. My gaze swept over the space until it landed on Dan. He was seated in a corner at the far end of the restaurant, away from the bustling lunchtime crowd. The moment his eyes met mine, his lips curved into a smile—too wide for my liking. Unease rippled through me. I couldn't remember the last time Dan had smiled at me, at least not genuinely. The only time he ever did was when we were posing for cameras, playing the perfect couple.My stomach twisted as I approached the table. Dan rose to his feet, then, to my absolute shock, he reached for a chair and pulled it out for me. My steps faltered. My gaze darted around the restaurant, h

Just as we were about to leave, Liam’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen, then sighed. “It’s one of our investors,” he said, his voice tinged with frustration. “Give me a few minutes, and we’ll head out as soon as I’m done.”I nodded, and before answering the call, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. The unexpected gesture sent warmth through me, but before I could process it, he was already speaking into the phone.Grabbing my iPad, I headed back to my desk and decided to keep busy while he handled business. But minutes turned into an hour, and soon, the quick phone call had escalated into a full-on conference meeting with the other investors. I caught glimpses of Liam through the glass walls of his office, his expression shifting between composed and mildly exasperated as he navigated whatever disagreement was unfolding on the call.By the time he finally emerged, the sun was dipping lower in the sky, it was almost closing hours. His tie was loosened, the top but