All Chapters of The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Agatha POV:The soft glow of the nursery nightlight cast long, dancing shadows across the walls. I stood in the doorway, one hand resting protectively on the gentle swell of my belly, a quiet smile playing on my lips. Three weeks since that terrifying night Charles had been attacked, since I’d made the impossible choice to… stay. To try.It hadn’t been easy. The weeks that followed were a blur of whispered confessions, cautious reconciliations, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of something resembling trust. Charles, in the wake of the attack, had been… different. Softer, somehow. The raw vulnerability I’d glimpsed that night hadn’t entirely disappeared. He’d admitted his fear of losing me, his possessiveness born of insecurity, not just a desire for control. He’d even, grudgingly, started therapy, a concession that had shocked me more than anything.We talked. Really talked. For hours.About his past, his BPD diagnosis (which he finally confirmed, admitting Jasmine had been rig

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

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. 

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. 

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