บททั้งหมดของ Let Me Go, Ex Husband!: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Tiffany’s POVI sat in my car for a long time, staring out the windshield. My hands were still trembling from everything that had happened. My mind replayed the scene with Lisa, the tears in her eyes, her shaking voice, the way I had slapped her. The memory made me feel… strange. At first, I thought it was satisfaction. But it wasn’t. It was shame.What was I doing?Lisa wasn’t the one I should have been angry at. Sure, she had been with Dave, but it wasn’t like she forced him into anything. No, Dave was the one who betrayed me. He was the one who lied to my face and broke my trust. And yet, I had let my anger spill over onto someone else.I took a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Crying wasn’t going to fix anything. Yelling, slapping, and chasing after Lisa wouldn’t bring back the love I thought I had with Dave. It was clear now, he didn’t love me. He probably never did.There was no point holding onto someone who didn’t care about me. And there was no point in makin

Iris’ POVWhen I first saw the invitation from my father, I felt nervous, but at the same time, a little spark of curiosity lit up inside me. It wasn’t just about making peace with my father, I realized this could also be a chance to learn more about Tiffany. She had always been a shadow in my life, maybe tonight, I’d find some answers.The night of the dinner, I spent extra time getting ready. I chose a simple black dress, one that was elegant but not too flashy. As I stood in front of the mirror, I smoothed the fabric and tried to steady my breathing. This was it, my chance to reconnect with my father and, hopefully, uncover something about Tiffany.“Iris,” Orchard’s voice called from the living room. “Are you ready?”I took one last look at myself in the mirror, then grabbed my purse and headed out to meet him. Orchard was dressed in a dark blazer that made him look effortlessly handsome. His presence had a way of grounding me, even when my thoughts were spinning.“You look beaut

Orchard’s Pov The dinner was nothing short of chaotic. From the moment we arrived, I could feel the tension in the air. Family dinners were supposed to be about love and togetherness, but this one was a battlefield disguised as a dining table. Iris was stronger than most people I knew. She had a way of handling things that would break others. But even the strongest person needs support sometimes, and tonight, I was glad I was there for her. By the time dinner was over, we both seemed exhausted. As we walked to the car, I could see the relief on her face. The act was over. She didn’t have to pretend anymore. “Thank you,” Iris said softly. I glanced at her. “For what?” “For coming with me tonight,” she said. “It would’ve been… harder without you.” Sometimes I wondered what exactly I’d do to make her see that she was my priority, always and forever. That I’ll always be there for her no matter what. I smiled, keeping my eyes on the road. “It’s my job,” I said simply. “That’s

IrisAnother day, another struggle was a popular saying—except for whoever the heck was sending me these packages. These things were precisely what they lived by. I simply stared at the box on my desk, my legs crossed at the knees, and my fingers drumming on the table. "So, because they know it's impossible to get me at home," I said to Sophie, "they try to get me at my office." "I mean, I found it yesterday," I said, slowly raising my eyes to hers. "Already on it. I made a phone call to someone on your husband’s security team, and they told me they were on it. It’s just a matter of time," she smiled, encouragement seeping out of her pores. But I wasn’t encouraged. In fact, far from it. I simply burned the file—the ridiculously long audio files from the party—to a hard drive of mine and then sent it out for viewing pleasure. I didn’t mind the blood spilling on the table. I wasn’t scared of it. Well, maybe sometimes, but this time I felt strangely calm, strangely put togeth

Dave’s POVI was sitting in my office, staring blankly at the papers scattered across my desk. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner, but my thoughts were anything but calm. I had been trying to sort out a few pressing matters, but everything felt like it was piling up too fast.Then my phone rang, breaking the silence. I glanced at the screen and felt my stomach twist. It was my father’s number.I didn’t want to answer, but ignoring him wasn’t an option. I let out a heavy sigh and picked up the call.“Hello, Father,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.“Dave,” his deep, commanding voice boomed through the phone. “I need to see you. Today.”My heart sank. He didn’t sound pleased, and I knew what that meant. He wasn’t calling for a friendly chat. He never did.“Yes, sir,” I replied, my throat dry.“Don’t keep me waiting,” he said before the line went dead.I stared at the phone in my hand, feeling a mixture of dread and frustration. When my father calle