My Dear Readers, It’s official—EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! is now complete for good this time! I know, I know. I said it was complete before, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. And that missing piece? It was closure. I wanted to give you all one last chapter, a final moment that truly wrapped everything up in a way that felt right. Because after everything we’ve been through together in this story—the heartbreak, the growth, the love—I couldn’t leave you hanging. This journey has been one of my favorites, and that’s all because of you. Your love for this story, your comments, your excitement, and the way you connected with the characters have meant the world to me. I laughed with you, gasped with you, and even had moments where I wanted to shake a certain someone (you know who, haha!). And now, we’ve reached the end together. Thank you for every moment you spent reading, every message, every bit of love you poured into this story. It wouldn’t be the
CHARLIE’S POV The night was warm and settled, the kind where the air felt thick with familiarity, conversations overlapping without urgency. I was curled up on a couch next to Leo, legs folded beneath me, lazily bantering with Bianca while Giovanni tossed in stray comments from across the room. Darren was beside him, elegant as ever, Bianca’s top-class part-time model himself, scrolling through his phone. I used to be so stupid. I thought I had it all figured out, I thought I was clever, and thought I was above it all. It turned out to be that I was just an idiot making my own life harder. But hey, people learn. Some just take longer than others. I almost took too long. “Face it, you just hate losing,” I said, dragging out the words as I leaned into Bianca’s space, taking the last one of her players with joy, effectively winning our impromptu game. She scoffed. “I hate cheating.” “I don’t cheat,” I said, deeply offended at the audacity. Leo chuckled, his head tipped
✨ Hey, my incredible readers! ✨ Just when you thought we had reached the end… there’s one last story left to be told. First off, a massive THANK YOU again for sticking with me through this wild journey. Every twist, every heartbreak, every unexpected turn—I’ve loved every moment of bringing it to life for you! But before we close this book for good… I have one last surprise waiting. I know you’ve been waiting. I know you’ve been wondering. Some stories need time to unfold, and some endings? They deserve a moment of their own. And trust me… that moment is now. A special chapter is coming—one that will tie up loose ends in a way you never expected. It’s the final piece, the last puzzle, the moment you didn’t even realize you were waiting for! So brace yourselves… because the ending you thought you knew? Think again. Stay tuned—you won’t want to miss this! With all the love and excitement, Gift Teey
To all the incredible readers who have joined me on this journey, thank you from the bottom of my heart for being a part of this adventure. Your unwavering support, love, and enthusiasm have made every word worth writing, and I can’t express how grateful I am for each one of you who picked up EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! and followed along as the story unfolded. When I first began writing this story, I never imagined how deeply it would resonate with so many of you. EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! was born from the themes of love, betrayal, growth, and healing. It became a journey of rediscovering one’s worth after heartbreak, and how, sometimes, the greatest revenge is simply living life on your terms, stronger than before. I’ll forever have a soft spot for Bianca, Alessandro, Richardo, and, of course, Luca, my baby, whose strength, vulnerability, and complexities grew with every page. And, of course, I didn’t forget my two gays—Darren and Giovanni. Gosh, I love them! Ever
RICARDO’S POVThe man I was a year ago would probably hate me now—or at least laugh at how far I’d fallen.Standing in the warm kitchen of the villa, with the scent of fresh herbs and garlic wafting through the air, I stirred the pot of sauce absentmindedly. Linda was sitting at the island, flipping through some magazines and occasionally humming to herself. She looked up every now and then to check on me, smile always at the ready.“I still can’t believe you cook,” Linda said, her voice lilting with playful disbelief as she rested her chin on her palm. She sat at the island like it was her throne, watching me work.“You’ve known for months,” I replied without looking up, though I couldn’t stop the slight twitch of a smile tugging at my lips.“Knowing and believing are two different things,” she said dramatically as if the mere thought of me wielding a spatula were too much to process. “I mean, come on. You, Ricardo Moretti, slayer of gangsters, protector of secrets, simmering marinar
THIRD PERSON POVLinda stared at the bouquet in her hands, utterly baffled. Roses, hydrangeas, and something that looked suspiciously like a baby's breath. It was the kind of bouquet people bought when they were trying to make a statement. The most ridiculous part was that her fans hadn’t been the ones to send it to her.She glanced up at him, her brooding, possibly homicidal boyfriend — he had become less homicidal, she had to give that to him — standing there like he hadn’t just handed her the boldest floral arrangement she’d ever seen.“You bought me flowers?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.His sharp, dark eyes flicked to her, then away, as though he were scanning the room for an escape route. His usual cool, unshakable demeanor had cracked just enough to reveal the faintest hint of discomfort. “Yes.”Linda squinted at him, holding the bouquet to her chest like he might snatch it away. “Are you dying?”“No.”“Did you do something terrible and now you’re trying to soften