The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 531

Chapter 531 No Second Chances

Trent flinched, yet desperation kept him upright. Without Quinn’s backing, he had no path out of the ruin surrounding him.

“Mr. Whitethorn, you already own the world. Why fight me for one woman? You can have a dozen brilliant women tomorrow. Please give Quinnie back to me,” he blurted.

“Give her back? Trent, what right do you have to use that word?” Julius‘ eyes were icy.

“Yes, the divorce shattered her heart. I admit that. But I was deceived–I believed Sidonie was the one who pulled me from the river that night. Quinn, I was wrong. Sidonie twisted everything so I would mistake her for my savior. If I had known it was you, I swear, I would have cherished you, never letting our story end in divorce.”

Harlan, stationed at Quinn’s side, slipped forward the instant Trent’s fingers stretched toward her. He caught the other man’s hand and wrenched, bones protesting with a dry crack.

A strangled howl tore from Trent as he staggered backward, clutching his injured hand.

“You’re not worthy of touching Quinnie,” Harlan warned.

“Not worthy? She was my wife for three years! How can you say I can’t touch my own-”

Before he finished, Harlan’s fist crashed into his jaw, driving him to the floor.

“You’re nothing now, Trent. Divorced means you lost every claim.”

Trent coughed. “Quinn, when your parents died and your brother vanished, I was the one who stayed. I sat with you through every sleepless night. I helped you rise from grief. Now I’m the one with nothing left. Can’t you come back and stand beside me, just for a while?”

Quinn stared at the man before her–disheveled, hollow–eyed, a ghost of the husband she once knew.

She remembered the first time she met him: a shy, earnest young man who blushed when she spoke his name, never suspecting she had once hauled his near–drowned body from a river’s current.

Back then, she refused to trade her life–saving act for gratitude. She wanted affection, not obligation.

He worked tirelessly, eyes alight with ambition, promising her skyscrapers, fireworks, and a future brilliant enough to eclipse their humble beginnings.

She believed him and labored beside him. Yet success changed him. Each new contract polished away another sliver of the man she loved until only a stranger in an expensive suit remained.

Quinn lifted her foot, ready to step toward him.

Julius‘ grip clamped around her hand, as though he feared she felt bad for Trent and would forgive him.

The fact remained; this broken man had once been her husband.

Jealousy burned in Julius‘ chest, yet no amount of anger could erase the marriage certificate that had existed.

He cursed the lateness of their reunion. If only he had recognized her as a child–asked her name, held onto her memory–they might have met again long before heartbreak took root.

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Chapter 531 No Second Chances

She squeezed his hand, comforting him. “Easy, Julius. I’m not that easy to sway.”

He blinked, loosening his grip without a word.

Somehow, she always saw straight through his restless heart.

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Quinn stepped forward until she was nearly nose–to–nose with Trent. Her gaze–steady, clear, and unsettlingly calm–pinned him in place like a butterfly beneath glass.

“Back when agony swallowed me whole, you stayed at my side. I was grateful, yes. I even loved you. When you proposed, I married you without a flicker of doubt. I never cared that you owned no house, no car, or that your mother and sister relied on you. All I asked for was a heart solely mine. You couldn’t give it. I became your unpaid nanny, your unpaid staff. Trent, whatever I owed you, I have repaid in full. I saved your life, built your company, tended your family, and gave you three years. Isn’t that enough?”

With every sentence she delivered, Trent’s complexion drained another shade, as though her words siphoned the blood straight from his veins.

“That was because I never knew you were my savior. Sidonie lied to me. If I’d known, I’d have treated you well, so well. We would never have divorced!”

“So, if I hadn’t been the one who saved you–if it had really been Sidonie–you’d have treated me the same way?”

Trent’s throat seized. Words scraped his tongue, yet refused to form. “I… That’s not what I mean, I just—”