All Chapters of The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Agatha POV:I sat across from Charles in Dad’s fancy office, the weight of our new “partnership” heavy in the air. My gut churned with a feeling of unease that wouldn’t go away, no matter how much I tried to tell myself everything was okay.“So, Charles,” I started, keeping my voice calm and steady. “What’s the plan? How do we deal with this Xing Enterprises situation?”Charles leaned forward, his elbows on the shiny desk.“Well, Agatha, I’ve been doing some… deep research on Xing Enterprises. And I’ve found some… interesting things.”I raised an eyebrow, curious in spite of my doubts. “Go on.”“It seems Xing Enterprises has been making some… shady deals lately. Deals that, if everyone knew about them, could ruin them.”A chill ran down my spine. “Shady deals? What are you saying, Charles?”He held up his hand, looking serious. “Now, now, Agatha, don’t get me wrong – I’m not saying your family did anything wrong. But Xing Enterprises… they have a reputation for being… dirty in thei

Agatha’s POV:I stared at my computer screen, my reflection staring back at me – a woman with dark circles under her eyes and a frown etched on her forehead. agatha POV:Exhaustion tugged at me, but sleep was a distant dream these days.The Xing Enterprises threat loomed over everything. Charles and Dad were working nonstop, trying to find a way to stop them from taking over NexGen. Charles was… intense. He was always around, offering help, advice, and those lingering touches that sent shivers down my spine.But after his stunt with the ring, a part of me held back. Could I really trust him? He said all the right things, but his methods… sometimes they felt a little too ruthless, too calculated.My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. It was an email from… Nathan. My heart skipped a beat. Why was he contacting me?I clicked on the email, my fingers trembling slightly. It was short, the subject line simply reading: “Something you need to know.”My breath caught in my throat a

Agatha’s POV:"Agatha?" His voice, rough with surprise, sent a shiver down my spine. "God, he is delusional," I thought, rolling my eyes. Did Nathan really think a single phone call could erase everything, fix the giant mess he'd made?I took a deep breath, forcing my voice to stay calm and cool. Time to put on my professional mask. "Yes, Nathan, it’s me," I said. "I apologize for calling so late.”“You can call me anytime you like,” he said, his voice softer now, sending a warmth through me that I quickly pushed away.Don't fall for it, Agatha. Remember what he did. I reminded myself. I couldn't let my guard down, not even for a second.“Isn’t Camille in the room?” I asked, my voice hardening.“Please, Nathan, I’m not playing your games. Respect your fiancée, and respect me.”It felt strange, a little hypocritical, to be the one demanding respect for his fiancée, but the thought of them together, in his bed, made my stomach twist.“She’s… asleep,” he mumbled.“Right,” I said, not

Agatha’s POVThe conference room buzzed with nervous energy. Lawyers shuffled papers, advisors whispered in hushed tones, and Dad paced back and forth, his phone glued to his ear. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating.We were on the verge of exposing Xing Enterprises’s dirty tricks, but a knot of unease twisted in my gut. It wasn’t just the risk to NexGen, to my family’s legacy. It was Charles.He was the architect of this whole plan, the mastermind behind our counterattack. His brilliance, his ruthless efficiency, had both impressed and scared me. He’d been my rock, my protector, during these turbulent weeks. His presence, always reassuring, had filled a void I hadn’t even realized existed.But a shadow of doubt, a nagging whisper of suspicion, lingered in the back of my mind.His methods, sometimes, felt too brutal, too calculating. And his past, shrouded in secrecy, remained a mystery I couldn’t quite unlock.“Agatha, are you ready?” Charles’s vo

Agatha POV:The restaurant Charles chose was breathtaking. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the glittering cityscape, the soft jazz music created a romantic ambiance, and the air hummed with a quiet elegance that made me feel both out of place and strangely excited.But my stomach churned with a nervous energy that had nothing to do with the fancy setting or the exquisite menu. Charles, oblivious to my internal turmoil, was the picture of charm. He poured me a glass of champagne, his hand brushing mine, sending a shiver down my spine."Relax, Agatha," he said, his blue eyes sparkling with warmth. "You’re wound tighter than a drum. Enjoy the evening, let me take care of you."I tried to smile, to let his charm wash over me, but a knot of apprehension tightened in my chest. How could I relax when so much was at stake? When the man sitting across from me, the man I was falling for, might be playing a game I didn't even understand?"I'm fine, Charles," I said, forcing my voice to sound