Claimed by My Ex Chapter 95 Impossible

Chapter 95: Chapter 95 Impossible

Damien’s POV

I watched Grace’s eyes gleam with vindictive pleasure as she twisted the knife deeper.

"Victoria has always been exceptional," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Compared to her, you’re not worthy to even touch her shoes. Lucky for us, your blindness led you to choose that Scarlett woman instead. You spared Victoria from being deceived any longer by a worthless man like you."

Her words cut through

like shards of glass, each one finding its mark with brutal precision.

"You thought you married soone who could help your pathetic career," Grace continued, clearly enjoying my humiliation. "But that woman’s resources? They’re nothing compared to Victoria’s. Even your precious Northstream Pack can’t compare to the Crescent Dawn Pack. If you had chosen Victoria, you wouldn’t be begging for project approvals. How does regret taste, you piece of shit?"

Leon howled in agony inside , clawing at my chest as the weight of my mistake crushed down on . I had traded a diamond for a pebble. Victoria—my beautiful, sweet Victoria—had been mine for five years. And I’d thrown her away for what? For Scarlett’s promises and ambitions that now seed laughably small.

"Impossible," I stamred, desperately trying to deny the reality crashing down around . "You can’t be from the Lancaster family. You’re all conspiring to trick !"

I couldn’t bear the truth. Couldn’t face the magnitude of what I’d lost. Better to believe this was all an elaborate lie than accept I had held everything in my hands and carelessly discarded it.

Joseph Miller’s eyes narrowed with contempt. "Are all Northstream wolves this stupid? I’ve known Victoria since she was a child. Her grandfather and I are close friends. There’s no mistake here. If you’re just here to cause trouble, I’m afraid you’re not welco."

With a casual gesture, he summoned security. "Remove this man. He’s not permitted inside."

Two massive guards approached, their grips like iron as they seized my arms.

"No! Don’t touch !" I struggled against their hold, desperation making my voice crack. "Victoria! Victoria, I know I was wrong! I should never have treated you that way! Scarlett manipulated ! You’ve always been the woman I truly loved—that never changed! Please, give

one more chance! Just one more chance!"

My pleas echoed uselessly as I was dragged away and unceremoniously thrown to the ground outside. I landed hard, the impact jarring through my body, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the agony tearing through my chest as I watched Victoria walk away with Damien, disappearing through the venue doors.

She was gone. Victoria had chosen soone else.

And she wasn’t just anyone—she was the Lancaster heiress. I’d visited Lancaster Enterprises multiple tis, had even seen her there, but in my arrogance, I’d assud she was rely a secretary.

I’d abandoned her for money and status, believing Scarlett could help

secure my position in the Sterling family. With the Suttons’ support, I thought my path into the company would be smoother, that I’d finally have the backing I needed. But all along, my Victoria had been the heiress to an empire that made the Sterling holdings look insignificant.

The pain in my chest was unbearable, a ripping, tearing sensation that left

gasping. Leon whimpered and curled into himself, both of us drowning in regret.

Others were right—I wasn’t worthy to even touch her shoes. But why couldn’t she have told

sooner? Why hide her identity for so long? If I had known, I would never have looked twice at Scarlett, would never have married her.

Victoria was the one I loved. Always Victoria.

I sat there on the cold ground, not caring who saw my humiliation. As the initial shock began to fade, my mind started manufacturing justifications, desperately seeking ways to shift the bla from myself. This was Victoria’s fault. She had hidden her true identity, kept secrets from

for five years. If she had truly loved , she would have revealed everything.

When she saw I wanted to join the Sterling company, she didn’t help

at all. If she had revealed her identity, Lawrence would have welcod

imdiately, would have encouraged our marriage.

It was Victoria who didn’t love

enough. Victoria who kept everything hidden.

"AAAARRGH!" The wolf’s howl tore from my human throat, raw with rage and pain.

Mona rushed to my side, attempting to help

up. "Mr. Sterling, are you all right? Should we go back ho?"

I stared at her face—the face that bore a slight resemblance to Victoria’s features. Sothing snapped inside . My hands shot out, closing around her throat.

"Why did you lie to ? WHY?" I snarled, tightening my grip. "Was it because you didn’t love

enough? Did you stop loving ? Was this all so sick ga to you?"

I squeezed harder, watching her struggle. "I loved you so much! How could you do this to ?"

Mona’s eyes widened in panic as she fought for breath. "No... it wasn’t... like that! Mr. Sterling... I... love you..."

When calling

by my title didn’t work, she gasped out: "Ethan... Ethan..."

The sound of my na in that voice, coming from a face that reminded

of Victoria’s, finally broke through my rage. I released her throat.

She imdiately wrapped her arms around , her voice soothing. "I’ll always be by your side. You still have ."

I saw her glance toward the doors where Victoria had disappeared, sothing calculating flashing in her eyes. I didn’t care what she was thinking. In that mont, I just needed soone—anyone—who looked even remotely like the woman I’d lost.