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CHAPTER 135
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2025-06-08 00:00:04Agatha POV:
"Are you sure you want to sell the mansion, Dad? You built it for Mom." I traced the rim of my teacup, the delicate porcelain cool against my fingertips.
Dad sighed, setting down his own cup with a faint clink. He looked better, much better. The weeks since the attack, since Charles’s hospitalization and slow, frustrating recovery, had been a blur of stress and uncertainty, but seeing Dad regain his strength, his old spark, had been a steadying anchor.
"Yes, I know, dear," he said, his voice still a little raspy, but firm.
"But after what happened here… I don’t want to hold onto these bad memories. This house… it feels tainted now." His gaze swept the opulent room, a flicker of sadness in his eyes.
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Agatha POV:The scent of flowers, mixed with the faint, lingering aroma of expensive perfume and old wood, filled the air.It was… beautiful. Surprisingly beautiful.Not the grand, ostentatious affair Charles’s stepmother had initially envisioned, nor the sterile, contractual signing I had secretly feared. Charles, in a rare moment of concession, had agreed to my request for something smaller, more intimate. Just family and our closest friends.Lena stood beside me, radiant in a chic emerald green dress, her eyes suspiciously bright. "You look stunning, Aggie," she whispered, squeezing my arm. "Absolutely breathtaking."I managed a smile, touching the delicate lace of my ivory gown. It wasn't a traditional wedding dress –
The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge CHAPTER 137
Agatha POV:The scent of antiseptic and starched linen still clung to Charles’s private hospital room, but it was less oppressive today.Sunlight streamed through the large window, illuminating the tastefully understated floral arrangement I’d sent yesterday – pale yellow roses, a deliberate departure from the pink ones he favored, a subtle assertion of… something. Independence, maybe. Or just a different mood.Charles was propped up against a mountain of pillows, looking remarkably well, considering he’d been discharged only a week ago after the hit-and-run.The bruises on his face had faded to a sickly yellow-green, the cut above his eyebrow was healing neatly, and his arm, though still in a sling, seemed to bother him less.
The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge CHAPTER 136
Agatha POV:The clanging of steel doors, the echoing footsteps on concrete floors, the hushed, desperate whispers of other visitors – the sounds of the correctional facility were a jarring assault on my senses.Each hallway felt colder, greyer, more oppressive than the last.This was a world away from the hushed luxury of my father’s mansion, from the sleek modernity of Charles’s penthouse, from the bustling efficiency of NexGen. This was a world of consequences.My hands trembled slightly as I followed the uniformed guard down a long, sterile corridor. I clutched my purse tighter, the contents – a few carefully chosen photos of Sophie, Camille had reluctantly provided after much persuasion from Lena – feeling like a fragile offering, a tiny beacon of
The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge CHAPTER 135
Agatha POV:"Are you sure you want to sell the mansion, Dad? You built it for Mom." I traced the rim of my teacup, the delicate porcelain cool against my fingertips.Dad sighed, setting down his own cup with a faint clink. He looked better, much better. The weeks since the attack, since Charles’s hospitalization and slow, frustrating recovery, had been a blur of stress and uncertainty, but seeing Dad regain his strength, his old spark, had been a steadying anchor."Yes, I know, dear," he said, his voice still a little raspy, but firm."But after what happened here… I don’t want to hold onto these bad memories. This house… it feels tainted now." His gaze swept the opulent room, a flicker of sadness in his eyes.
The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge CHAPTER 134
Nathan POV:A sharp, insistent pain bloomed behind my eyes, spreading like cracks in ice. Rough hands. They hauled me upwards, my body protesting, every muscle screaming.The cheap mask, my pathetic disguise, ripped from my face. The sudden glare of a flashlight, harsh and disorienting, blinded me for a moment."Nathan Richards, you're under arrest."Metal cuffs bit into my wrists, cold, unyielding. I blinked, trying to force my vision to clear, the world swimming back into a nauseating focus.The wine cellar. Broken bottles glinted like scattered jewels in the harsh light, spilling their dark contents across the stone floor, staining it like old blood.And Charles Campbell, a c
The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge CHAPTER 133
Charles POV:The turbulence hit somewhere over Nevada, jarring me from a restless, uneasy sleep. My ribs ached, a dull throb beneath the expensive suit jacket, a constant reminder of Nathan’s… message. The hit-and-run. It hadn’t been random. I knew it. He knew I knew it. And Agatha… Agatha was caught in the middle, scared, confused, vulnerable.My girls. The phrase echoed in my mind, possessive, protective. I’d left her alone in that cavernous mansion, a knot of unease tightening in my gut even as the private jet lifted off the tarmac. This West Coast deal, this “unavoidable” meeting… it felt like a mistake. A distraction. My place was with her. Protecting her. Especially now.The pilot’s voice crackled over the intercom. “Mr. C
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