Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 119: Mrs. Kane, Be Careful

After the rain, the sun was so bright it was hard to keep one’s eyes open.

Vera Sheridan stood on the small balcony, vigorously shaking out a washed men’s shirt and hanging it on the clothesline.

Water droplets ran down the stiff corners, dripping onto the cement floor.

"Hey!" Maeve Holloway, with her husky voice and dense air of gossip from a night out, leaned against the doorframe in slippers, her gaze moving suggestively between the shirt in Vera’s hand and the closed bedroom door. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"So diligent today? Where’s your senior? Still not up? Did last night... tire him out?" she squinted playfully.

Vera paused, glancing back at her with irritation, "Stop with the nonsense! He left last night." She forcefully smoothed out the last piece of the shirt corner.

Maeve pursed her lips, "Tsk tsk, but the clothes are still here..." So nothing happened?

Vera understood the subtext in her eyes and rolled her eyes, "He had a fight with Ian Kane last night, and his shirt got blood on it. He had an early flight, so I found one of Owen’s T-shirts for him to change into."

As she spoke, a fleeting mental image of a man’s sun-kissed chest and sharply defined abs flashed through her mind, and a faint blush crept up to her ears.

Maeve instantly sobered up, the sleepiness gone: "Old Man Kane came last night again? And they fought?!" she inhaled sharply.

Vera’s face turned cold as she shook out one of her own T-shirts and hung it up, "An incurable condition, an impotent rage at best."

Her gaze drifted to the increasingly bustling alleyway below, where delivery workers were bustling about, "The judgment letter will arrive today. After this, he no longer has the right or the position to entangle."

Knowing the judgment would arrive today, she had hardly slept all night. The craving for freedom mixed with the last hint of unease before finality had her awake, staring at the ceiling by three or four in the morning.

Maeve’s eyes lit up, genuinely happy for her, "That’s wonderful! You can finally break free from that mess!"

She couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: How many women in reality are trapped in toxic relationships, not because they don’t want to leave, but because they have no resources, no way out, or even the energy to struggle. But Vera shouldn’t be like this! She should be living in the spotlight, shining bright!

Finishing the last piece of clothing, Vera leaned on the balcony railing, her gaze scanning the alley below like radar, repeatedly lighting up her phone screen to check the time.

The sunlight grew more intense, heating the red brick walls of the old houses.

Cars and people came and went at the alley entrance, the engines of delivery tricycles roaring one after another.

Yet, Vera’s phone remained silent.

Her mood grew restless.

Time quietly slipped toward noon.

Just after twelve, the phone on the table suddenly vibrated wildly! An unfamiliar number! Vera’s heart leaped into her throat as she almost lunged to grab the phone, "Hello? This is Vera Sheridan, is it the delivery?"

A calm but unfamiliar male voice came from the other end, "Hello, Miss Sheridan, this is Caleb Lewis, Assistant to Attorney Grant."

Not the delivery.

A chill of foreboding instantly gripped Vera’s heart, her voice turning cold, "Hello, Assistant Lewis."

"Miss Sheridan," Caleb Lewis’s tone was professionally grave, concise, "I’m sorry to inform you, the judgment letter... won’t be delivered today."

Vera’s fingers gripping the phone suddenly tightened, knuckles white, "...Reason?"

"Ian Kane has filed an appeal with the court," Caleb Lewis calmly stated, "He submitted that photo as ’new evidence’, accusing Attorney Grant of having inappropriate feelings for you and overstepping boundaries while being your agent lawyer during your marriage. He also questions the possible use of improper connections by Attorney Grant throughout the representation process, undermining judicial fairness. Based on this, he requests to annul the original verdict and retry the case."

"The court has officially accepted the appeal. Consequently, the delivery procedure of the original judgment letter... has been legally suspended."

"..."

Vera stood frozen, holding the phone.

The sun was scorching, yet she felt a chill surge from her feet to the top of her head, blood seemingly freezing.

The words following Caleb Lewis’s became an indistinct haze, leaving only a sharp buzzing in her ears.

Uncertain of how long had passed, Caleb Lewis’s voice re-entered her awareness, "... Miss Sheridan? Are you still listening? Attorney Grant is still on the flight and temporarily unreachable. Please make sure to stay calm, continue with your usual activities, and avoid overthinking, especially not contacting Ian Kane proactively. His move is a typical delay tactic. Legally speaking, his charges lack substantial basis, and the possibility of overturning the case is very low. His goal is simply to stall you."

"...I understand." Vera took a deep breath.

The call ended, and she slumped onto the couch as though drained of strength.

Maeve emerged, rubbing her eyes after a nap, and instantly sobered at Vera’s pallid face and the chilling aura around her, "Vera? What happened? The judgment letter... hasn’t arrived?"

Vera lifted her eyes, her mouth curling into a bitterly sarcastic smile, "Ian Kane... resorting to desperate measures, stalling for time."

Her gaze fixed on Maeve, beautiful dark eyes burning with anger yet showing a profound exhaustion, "Maeve, didn’t you say, for someone like him, once he can’t completely control his prey or sees no profit, he’d discard them like trash and immediately seek a new target?"

Her voice carried confusion and a fatigue from being torn apart repeatedly, "I humiliated him so much last night, why still won’t he let me go? What is he after?"

Maeve’s fists clenched sharply, nails digging into her palms as a pang of anger twisted in her chest.

"Ian Kane is not just a narcissist, but an obsessive maniac; what he craves is the feeling of control over you. The more you escape his control, the more insane he becomes!"

"It’s an extreme form of control personality disorder at play!"

"He will use every trick to keep you tied down, even if it means mutual torment, just to maintain this pathological connection! Only then does he feel secure!"

Maeve Holloway, as a psychological counselor, felt suffocated for Vera Sheridan, who encountered such a man, "Don’t you still have evidence of your ankle injury? Keep suing him!"

Vera nodded, those eyes filled with exhaustion and confusion now left with only determination.

"Of course, I’m going to keep suing him. The chain of evidence is being perfected. Besides the ankle injury, there’s also the matter of his psychological manipulation, which I’ll also be suing for."

She paused, a hint of cruelty curling her lips.

"This time, I want to sue him until his reputation is ruined! To make him experience what it means to shed tears without seeing a coffin!"

Maeve gently patted her shoulder, encouraging her.

At this moment, the phone rang, and Vera glanced at the screen; it was Owen Sheridan.

Vera answered, "Hello, Owen?"

Owen said, "Sis... how have you been lately?"

After leaving Ian Kane, Owen had been busy with the bidding projects for his architecture studio.

Vera detected something off in his tone, "I’m still handling the divorce. What’s up? You sound like you’ve got something on your mind."

There was a brief silence on the other end, "Sis, it’s like this, Carla and I, we’re planning to get engaged first."

Vera was momentarily stunned, speaking calmly, "Engaged? So soon? You hadn’t mentioned this before."

On the other end, Owen pinched the bridge of his nose, "It’s a bit sudden, mainly... Carla hasn’t had much sense of security because I’ve been busy with the studio. Uncle Thorne found out and thought things between us should be settled, so he wants to have an engagement party quickly."

He knew that his sister was busy with the divorce case with Ian Kane, and having an engagement party at this juncture would trouble her.

Vera smiled, "This is a good thing. Carla is a good girl, it’s better to settle down for peace of mind. Have you set the date?"

Owen said, "Uncle Thorne wants to set it for next Saturday, and I wanted to check with you."

As the elder sister, Owen would consult her for all major life events since childhood.

Vera’s smile deepened, "Sure, I have no objections. I’ll find someone to help arrange the engagement scene and the banquet; we can’t leave it all to the Thorne Family."

Owen, "Sis, you don’t need to worry. I’ll handle these myself; I understand what you mean."

The siblings chatted for a while about the engagement party details. After the call ended, Vera held her phone, the smile for her brother’s happiness still lingering on her lips.

Although Owen sensibly refused her arrangements, as his sister, her good intentions couldn’t be lacking.

With their parents absent, during her brother’s important life moments, she must help him maintain appearances to show the Thorne Family The Sheridan Family’s sincerity and regard.

She personally contacted the wedding planning company to finalize some details of the engagement party, ensuring everything was decent and comprehensive, so Owen wouldn’t lose face in front of the Thorne Family.

In the remaining time, Vera, with the help of the elite legal team sent by Noah Grant, raced against time to collect evidence of Ian Kane’s psychological control and went to the judicially designated hospital in Beijing for a re-examination of her ankle injury to gather evidence.

Days flew by amidst the busy schedules and anticipation, and in a blink of an eye, it was the engagement day.

The city’s top hotel banquet hall, where champagne and white intertwine, flowers exude fragrance, and crystal lights glitter brilliantly, displayed an air of warmth and romance.

As the male side’s only close relative, Vera arrived early.

In a pearl-white knee-length gown, elegantly tailored, she looked composed and graceful.

Just before the banquet began, Vera needed to walk from a secluded rest area to the main hall to join the family and friends’ section.

She slightly lifted her dress hem, walking with poise.

Just as she was about to step into the dazzling lights of the main hall, her right ankle habitually weakened, and her body unsteadily leaned forward—

In that moment of lightning-fast reflexes, a distinct, familiar, and powerful hand steadily caught her arm.

An overwhelming, cold, and invasive aura instantly enveloped her.

Vera’s heart sank.

She slowly lifted her gaze, directly meeting a pair of unfathomable, seemingly smiling black eyes.

Ian Kane.

In a well-fitted dark tailored suit, highlighting his scholarly elegance, exuding a strong aura.

His cold, white, exquisite face, with a sharp jawline like a knife, deep-set eyes gazing heavily, and lips forming a sharp line.

He leaned slightly, his warm breath brushing past her ear, his voice low and magnetic:

"Mrs. Kane, be careful."