Billionaire Ex-Husband Wants Me Back, But I Want Revenge

“Isn’t this supposed to be her house?”The words were barely more than a whisper, yet sharp enough to cut through the soft hum of conversation in the ballroom. Zoey caught them as she passed by, a tray of appetizers balanced carefully in her hands, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. Two women lingered near the buffet table, their eyes narrowing as they exchanged knowing glances.For a moment, Zoey froze, feeling their gaze sweep over her, linger on her in a way that made her stomach tighten. Then their attention drifted to the center of the room, where Caleb and Linda stood hand in hand, framed by the glittering chandelier above them. They looked effortless, untouchable—the perfect picture of the night’s focal point.Zoey’s fingers clenched around the edges of the tray, the porcelain threatening to slip beneath her grip. She had spent the better part of the day orchestrating every last detail of the evening—from the perfectly aligned centerpieces to the meticulously

Lady Alcantara was the first to break the suffocating silence that had settled over the room, her voice slicing through the air like a whip. “You want a divorce, Zoey? Really? Do you even understand the gravity of what you just said?” Zoey didn’t flinch. She planted her feet firmly, her shoulders squared, and met Lady Alcantara’s gaze without a flicker of doubt. Her voice was calm, measured, but every word carried the weight of unshakable resolve. “I don’t care. I want a divorce. And I’m not changing my mind.” Caleb let out a low, mocking snort, leaning back in his chair with the ease of someone entirely unconcerned by the storm he had stirred. His smirk was infuriatingly casual, as though her declaration was little more than a minor inconvenience. “A divorce?” he drawled, his tone laced with disbelief. “Let’s be honest—this marriage was never built on love. I married you because Father pitied you, thought you deserved a family. And now? Now I’m in love with Linda. And you… you’re u

"Caleb Alcantara, I need a word with you immediately," the governor’s voice boomed through the speakerphone, leaving no room for argument.Caleb frowned, gripping the edges of his desk. "What could possibly be so urgent?""It's about your upcoming marriage to Linda. Come to my office at once."Caleb didn’t waste time. He strode into the governor's residence minutes later, his irritation barely concealed. As soon as he stepped into the grand living room, the governor's stern expression greeted him."Governor, what’s going on?" Caleb asked, his voice laced with frustration as he bowed. The governor sat down slowly, his gaze piercing. "Your marriage to my daughter is being delayed."Caleb blinked, stunned. "Delayed? For how long?""A year, maybe more."Caleb’s jaw clenched. "Why? I’ve already waited long enough to be with Linda. I can’t delay this again."The governor leaned forward, his tone sharp. "You will delay it because Celine—no, Zoey—came to me seeking a divorce. And I have gran

“What?!” Both Chelsey and her mother exclaimed loudly in disbelief. The same Zoey they had looked down on, taunted, and treated like a nobody owned all they had?Chelsey stumbled back, her laugh dying in her throat. "You’re joking.""I wish I were," Lord Alcantara replied, his voice heavy.Her mother crossed her arms, scoffing. "You’re telling us this entire estate belongs to her? A girl who came out of nowhere?""She didn’t come out of nowhere," Lord Alcantara said, his tone darkening. "Zoey—no, Celine—is the daughter of President Santos."The room fell into stunned silence."What?" Chelsey whispered, her voice barely audible.Lord Alcantara nodded solemnly. "Years ago, President Santos’s only daughter went missing. She was thought to be dead, but she wasn’t. She was found and brought to me by someone who trusted me to protect her."Chelsey’s mother gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "You’re serious? That girl is... his daughter?""Yes," Lord Alcantara confirmed. "And everything w

Chelsey's tear-streaked face was a blur beside Caleb as they hurried through the hospital doors. Caleb’s heart pounded as he held his mother close, doing his best to calm himself down as a man."Mother, please, stay with me," Chelsey sobbed, clutching her mother's hand. "Don’t leave us."The bed was brought and he placed her on it gingerly before she was wheeled away into the emergency room.Caleb stood outside the emergency door, his mind racing. What could have caused this? His mother had always been strong. He could feel the tension in the air, and though he was desperate to know what had happened, his mother's health came first. He wasn’t going to let fear cloud his judgment.Shortly after, the doors to the emergency room swung open, and the doctor stepped out. He was a tall, lean man, with an air of authority. Caleb rushed forward, his eyes pleading. "How is she, doctor? What happened?"The doctor adjusted his glasses and spoke in a calm, yet stern voice. "It was a mini panic a