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Her revenge

Author: Minnah
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-10 06:52:16

After her speech, Thalia sat gracefully on the stage, the spotlight tracing the sharp curve of her jaw as the audience applauded. George was right beside her, his hand resting lightly on hers, protectively and proudly.

Her assistant hurried up to the stage, holding a stack of neatly arranged files. The murmurs in the crowd quieted as Thalia stood again, taking the mic with calm authority.

She cleared her throat softly, her lips curving into that calm smile of hers that carried both charm and dominance.

“Hi, everyone,” she began, her voice clear and confident, echoing through the grand hall. “Before I sign any document here tonight, there’s something I’d love to clarify first.”

A small pause from her made the audience lean forward.

“I’d like to make it clear,” she continued, her tone sharpening slightly, “that if your net worth isn’t up to five billion, I’m sorry, but you can’t be part of my company.”

The words hit the room like a quiet explosion. Gasps rippled through the crowd.

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  • Dear Husband my ex is back    Eighty

    The night air inside the mansion was cold and heavy, filled with silence and emptiness.Thalia sat quietly in the large office, the slow ticking of the wall clock echoing against her thoughts. George sat across from her at first, both of them saying nothing for several minutes. The tension between them was thick enough to choke on.He looked up finally, his gaze locked on her face, but she didn’t meet his eyes. Her fingers played with the hem of her blouse as she exhaled slowly, trying to calm the racing in her chest.“How did you know an arrest was issued against me?” Thalia asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper.George didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stood up, his tall frame moving toward her. With his hands tucked in his pockets, he stopped right in front of her and leaned slightly, sitting on the edge of the desk in front of her chair. His eyes softened a little as he looked at her.Then, his mind drifted back—[Flashback Begins]It was around five in the evening

  • Dear Husband my ex is back    Seventy nine

    “How dare you touch my wife?!” George’s voice thundered through the air, shaking every corner of the hall. His tone was laced with fury so sharp that even the walls seemed to echo it back. The crowd froze. The officers who had grabbed Thalia’s arms turned, startled by his rage. Cameras clicked. Reporters whispered. For a brief second, the world stopped spinning. “Mr. Williams, we have an arrest warrant to…” “To hell with the arrest warrant!” George’s voice rose again, cutting through the officer’s words. “To fucking hell with the arrest warrant! You have no right to arrest my WIFE over nothing!” His words were dangerous, filled with possession. The tension around him felt heavy, even suffocating, and Thalia could only stand there, trembling, her wrists still held by the officers. Thalia's eyes flicked to him, to her husband, to the man she loves, her man.George wasn’t even looking at her. His jaw was tight, his shoulders broad and rigid under his dark suit. His eyes, those

  • Dear Husband my ex is back    Seventy eight

    {Press Conference}Thalia pulled up in front of the grand hall, camera flashes hitting her windshield like a thousand tiny explosions. The noise outside was deafening, reporters shouting her name, microphones raised up, cameras clicking nonstop.For a moment, she just sat there, her fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly as she drew in a deep breath. Her heart was pounding, not from fear, but from exhaustion, getting there she felt tired, so tired.She had already cried all her tears at home. Now, she was here to face them.She reached for the door handle and stepped out gracefully, every movement calm, measured and calculated like a woman refusing to let the world see her crumble.Her sleeveless, short flare gown swayed lightly as the wind brushed past her, the thin belt around her waist emphasizing her elegant frame. In one hand, she held a small clutch; in the other she grabbed her courage and confidence.“Thalia, is the news true?” a reporter shouted first.“Thalia, did you

  • Dear Husband my ex is back    Seventy seven

    {Williams’ Mansion} Thalia sat in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with tired, swollen eyes. In her trembling hands was an envelope, an official press conference invitation. They wanted her to speak up about everything that had been circulating online. Since she’d refused to respond to their endless emails, they had resorted to sending a letter. She sighed bitterly. “That’s why I never wanted any of my relationships to be public,” she thought. Her gaze remained fixed on the letter as her vision blurred with tears. How was she supposed to face the world and explain that Franklin wasn’t the father of her children when he's the real father? That she had never cheated on George that George had been the one who betrayed her? Her chest tightened with emotions. She didn’t have the courage to even step out of the mansion, let alone face a room full of reporters waiting to dissect her pain. Not now. Not after everything she’d been through. Not when she was this alon

  • Dear Husband my ex is back    Seventy six

    Franklin stood up from where he sat and walked out only to see his lawyer waiting for him."Mr Blackwood, I've been waiting..." He said."I wasn't informed, sorry about that." Franklin apologised and he nodded.They both sat in the living room to discuss.---{Rosy's Mansion}The next morning, Rosy was ready and set for work, she took a deep breath in front of the mirror before walking out of her room.She sighed before sitting alone in the dining room to eat, her life feels empty without Thalia and George in it.Ever since her diary's secret came out, Thalia wouldn't pick her calls nor will George talk to her, no one is hearing her out especially Thalia.She dropped the cutlery and crossed her legs, lost in thought - how's she supposed to solve this problem?When Thalia and George wouldn't listen?A tear escaped her eyes and she bit her lips torturously, she ruined it all, she ruined it all!Never in her thousand thoughts have she thought this would ever happen. She let her emotions

  • Dear Husband my ex is back    Seventy five

    {Franklin’s Mansion}Franklin sat on the couch, his fingers loosely wrapped around a mug of untouched coffee. The steam had long faded, but his thoughts burned hotter with every passing second. His eyes were distant, filled with worry and regret, his jaw clenched like he was fighting an invisible battle.“Mom,” he finally said, his voice low,“do you think I did the right thing?”Delilah, who had been quietly watching him from across the room, let out a weary sigh. She stood up gracefully, her expression unreadable as she walked toward him.“No, Franklin,” she said bluntly. “You didn’t do the right thing. You did worse.”Her words sliced through the silence, sharply and coldly. But she didn’t regret them,he needed to hear it.Franklin gave a slow nod, his eyes dropping to the mug in his hands. “Yeah,” he muttered, almost to himself. “I had to. Those children… they’re my only hope, Mom. The only thing I have left that feels like mine.”Delilah folded her arms, her eyes softening but her

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