Revenge Of my Ex- Mother In Law

ETHAN'S POV I opened my eyes and pulled out a drawer. Inside, I retrieved a photograph. In it was a beautiful teenage girl, her transparent brown eyes shining with love for the man in the photo, her arms wrapped around his neck. That man was me, laughing happily, a joy I hadn’t felt since that moment. It was one of the pictures we’d taken on our short trip to Chicago, snapped in the room of my private jet. I was shirtless, carefree, alive in a way I hadn’t been since.My gaze lingered on her face Amelia, my flower. I missed her. Every night, I wished things had turned out differently, hoped she’d walk back into my life. I’d searched for her, waited, but there was no trace. I’d even gone to her hometown in Ohio, but she wasn’t there. I had no idea where else to look. “Where are you, flower? Come back to me, my pet,” I whispered, my thumb brushing over her smiling lips in the photo. “Come back, please.”A week later, I hurried to the conference room of Caldwell Enterprises, pushing o

AMELIA'S POV I couldn’t focus. My mind was a mess after leaving Ethan’s company earlier, so I came back. I felt this strong feeling that something is wrong with Ethan, a pull I couldn’t ignore, I just had to check on him. I didn’t go into his office, though. I hid behind a cabinet outside, out of Victoria’s sight. I heard everything, saw it all through the glass door, he was in pain.The crash of a frame hitting the floor made my chest tighten. He ran a hand through his slicked-back black hair, ruining it. His eyes fixed on his desk, and I knew he was replaying how I walked in, how I spoke, how I told his mother I was rich now. I could see the hurt in his face, the betrayal cutting deep.My goodness, how could I do this to him? Nine years he’d waited, convincing himself I had a reason for leaving that night, that I’d come back and explain that we could be us again. But married? I saw the shock in his eyes. Edward, my late husband, married me eight years ago. Ethan was probably t

ETHAN'S POV Staring at myself in front of the mirror in my dressing room, I sighed, playing with my bow tie. Gala night had finally arrived, and of course, I wasn’t looking forward to it. Tonight felt even worse, though, for some reasons I didn’t want to think about it. Working with Amelia for the past four days has been more difficult than I’d expected. She kept showing up in those her black outfits, always making her look like some dark angel, and it was definitely messing with my head.I adjusted my wristwatch, wondering which black designer gown she’d wear tonight. I hoped it wouldn’t be one that made her impossible to resist. Heaven knows I didn’t want to find her irresistible. I gave myself one last look, turned, and left the room. Grabbing my phone and car keys from the shelf, I headed to the elevator, pressed the button for the ground floor. I tried to keep my mind blank, to stop the thoughts that had been haunting me for days. When I arrived at the hotel, I sighed,

AMELIA’S POV I couldn’t help but feel a flutter in my chest when I heard his name, Julian Pierce. So, Ethan was wrong. Julian was exactly the kind of man I would like, he's definitely my type of man, if my heart didn’t already belong to someone else.“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Harper,” Julian said, his voice smooth, a soft smile curling his lips. His dark hazel eyes seemed to trace every detail of my face, as if he were memorizing me. “Or may I call you Amelia?” I tilted my head, keeping my tone polite but firm. “I’m sorry, Mr. Pierce, but we’re just getting acquainted. Only my friends call me by my first name.“I understand,” he said, his voice warm. “Though I do hope I’ll earn a spot in the friend zone soon.”“Time will tell, Mr. Pierce,” I replied, offering a small smile of my own.His hand was still stretched out so I hesitated, then placed my hand in his. Before I could react, he turned it gently and pressed a soft kiss to my knuckles.I pulled my hand back

ETHAN'S POV I couldn’t believe her nerve. How dare Amelia act like everything was fine between us, promising me a dance while strolling in with her arm looped around another man’s right in front of me? The image burned into my mind… Amelia walking out with Nathaniel Brooks, her laughter echoing as if I didn’t exist. Why would she do that? The thought gnawed at me, twisting my gut. Then that voice in my head whispered, She’s not yours anymore, remember? It only fueled my anger, a bitter mix of rage and sorrow.Watching her waltz across the ballroom in perfect sync with Nathaniel, my chest tightened so much I could barely breathe. Why was she doing this to me? Acting like she wanted to mend things one moment, then flaunting her ability to thrive without me the next. I sighed and turned away from the sight, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. Nine years ago, Amelia Harper had seemed so innocent, timid, naïve, her charm had captivated me, drawn me in like a moth to a flame. She sti