All Chapters of Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Julian’s POV.Kristina’s hand was still in the air when I snapped out of my shock. Clarence was on the floor, struggling to push herself up, her expression frozen in stunned disbelief. The sight of her like that sent a sharp, burning rage through me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” My voice came out harsher than I intended, but I didn’t care. I stepped forward, ready to pull Clarence up, but Kristina grabbed my arm. “Don’t touch her,” she snapped, her grip tightening around my arm. “She’s manipulating you, Julian. You can’t see it, but I can.” I pulled my arm free without hesitation, causing Kristina to stumble back. “Are you out of your mind?” I glared at her. “You think slapping her proves anything? That this makes me want to be with you?” “She’s ruining everything!” Kristina’s voice was high-pitched now, bordering on desperation. “You never used to be like this before she came into your life!” I ignored her and turned to Clarence, crouching down. “Are you alright?” S

Julian’s POV. The air inside the house felt heavy, pressing down on my chest the moment I stepped in. The quiet hum of conversation at the dining table barely registered as I walked in, my steps slow and controlled—like I was holding something back. I wasn’t even sure why I had come back. Maybe out of habit. Maybe because part of me still hoped there was an explanation that would make this all make sense. But deep down, I knew there wasn’t. My gaze swept across the room, stopping on Kristina. She was seated next to my mother, her posture relaxed, and her expression composed. Not a single mark on her skin. No bruises. No signs of the pain she had claimed to be in. I clenched my jaw. The image in the photo flashed in my mind—the one my mother had sent; her face battered and her eyes swollen with tears. And yet, here she was, looking perfectly fine. A bitter taste coated my tongue. I had been manipulated again. Kristina noticed me as I joined them at the dining tab

Julian’s POV. I sat at the bar, staring at the glass in front of me, barely touching it. The dim lights cast long shadows across the counter, and the low murmurs of conversation blended with the soft clinking of glasses with the people around, drinking merrily as if they had never had any problem or need all their lives. It was late, my mother had been calling non-stop including Kristina but I didn’t feel like going home. I had been waiting for a while for Liam, my closest friend from college. I was almost giving up hope when he texted me he was already at the bar. Liam finally walked in, shrugging off his jacket as he approached. He spotted me immediately, his expression shifting from happiness to that of concern as he took the seat beside me. “You look terrible, Julian. Are you okay at all?” He said, waving at the bartender to bring more drinks. I let out a slow breath. “I am not okay at all,” I confessed to him. He was someone I couldn't ever keep any secret from. If I wa

Clarence’s POV. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the sleeves of my blouse, but my hands felt heavy. Every movement required effort.The hospital had finally discharged me, but it wasn’t because I was fully healed. I had insisted on leaving. Staying there any longer, lying in that sterile bed with nothing but my own thoughts, would have driven me mad. There was no time to rest. Not when I had my first court hearing to attend. I had already contacted my mom’s lawyer, forwarding the court summons to him and he told me he was going to represent me as my lawyer making everything easier for me since the company involved him. After I finished dressing for work, I made my way to the office, pushing down the lingering aches in my body, anticipating to see Julian and thank him for coming to my aid and helping me to have bed rest at the hospital which has helped calm my worries. It also helped me catch Gina cheating, a card I would use against her anytime the need arose. I had bar

CHAPTER 69 Julian’s POV. I was completely shocked and still reeling from the shock of the slap that had just landed on my face. Kristina’s father, Mr. Herdson stood before me without any form of remorse for what he had just done. “It’s all because you were never there when she went to find you!” he roared. “You were unreachable, and that’s why my daughter got so crazy. She turned to drink, and before she knew it, she hit someone. It was your fault,” he accused. Every word hit me like a wave. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as his anger mixed with a sort of twisted disappointment. I tried to steady my breathing, struggling to form a response that would both defend myself and release the pressure building inside. “I was never meant to be your daughter's puppet, I didn't ask her to drink before driving,” I finally managed with the same anger he had vented on me. “I can’t keep taking the blame for everything Kristina does. I’m tired of being blamed for her choices, even