Todos los capítulos de Ex-Wife Sweet Revenge: She Strikes Back!: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

As they sped into the distance, the night swallowing them whole, Amelia gazed out the window, her mind racing with thoughts of freedom. The darkness outside seemed to mirror the darkness she had left behind, but she knew she was headed toward a brighter and better future. Only if she has changed her goal. Meanwhile, back at Jackson's apartment, he sat in his room, surrounded by shadows. The soft glow of the lamp beside him cast a warm light on the old album he pulled out, its pages yellowed with a bit of age. The first photo showed him and Emily, now Ava, on their wedding day. He couldn't help but smile as he remembered the joy and love they had shared.As he gazed at the picture, a flashback washed over him, transporting him back to that magical day.He stood at the altar, his black hair combed perfectly, his eyes fixed on the entrance. The surroundings were bright, filled with sunlight streaming through stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the floor. The atten

The meeting with the stakeholders was already underway, with everyone seated and waiting for Jackson's arrival. As he entered the room, they all stood up to greet him, except for Ava, who remained seated and relaxed, her eyes fixed on Jackson with a hint of amusement.Jackson cleared his throat, trying to compose himself, and made his way to his seat at the head of the table. "Let's get started, shall we?" he said, trying to sound confident.One of the stakeholders, a middle-aged man with a stern expression, spoke up. "Jackson, before we begin, I have to ask. Did you really steal the company from Ava, or should I say, Emily Greenfield? Because the story you told us about her willing the company over to you doesn't quite add up."Jackson shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to cover his lies. "Well, it's not exactly like that. Ava and I had an agreement, a contractual arrangement..."Ava raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical, but she remained silent, letting Jackson dig hims

After Uncle Smith ended the call, the warden approached him, "Hey, you've got a visitor."Uncle Smith followed the warden to a room that looked like an interrogation room. The walls were a drab gray, and the floor was made of worn linoleum. The air was thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and sweat. In the center of the room, an iron chair sat, its surface scratched and rusted. Uncle Smith was led to the chair, his hands cuffed behind his back as he sat down.The door to the room opened, and a man in a black suit walked in. He was average in height, with a forgettable face and a receding hairline. His eyes were a dull brown, and his nose was slightly too large for his face. He wore a white shirt with a black tie, and his suit pants were creased from sitting.The man sat down in a chair across from Uncle Smith, his eyes fixed on him with a neutral expression. Uncle Smith looked him up and down, trying to read his face."Who are you?" Uncle Smith asked his voice firm despite the unc

Amelia's tears seemed to sober her up, and Jackson's heart began to melt at the sight of her distress. He held her hands and pulled her into a hug, his anger dissipating as he felt her tremble in his arms.Amelia's voice was muffled against his chest. "I was so scared in prison, Jackson. Alone, with no one to turn to. I thought about John every day, wondering if I'd ever see him again."She pulled back, her eyes pleading. "Why don't we get back together? We can work through this, for John's sake. We can be a family again."Jackson's expression hardened, and he pushed her away. "What? No way. I'm not getting back to you after all the lies and troubles you've caused me. You broke my trust, Amelia. I can't just forget that."Amelia's face fell, her eyes welling up with tears again. "Why won't you? You're still in love with Ava, aren't you? That's why you won't give me another chance."Jackson's silence was telling, and Amelia's eyes widened in shock. "What? You're joking! Why would you s

Amelia ran until she was cornered, her heart beating fast, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She thought to herself, "The Timberlakes were never to be trusted. They used me, manipulated me, and now they're disposing of me." She swore under her breath, tears streaming down her face.As she stood there, trapped, the weather started to change. Dark clouds gathered, and a thunderstorm rolled in. The rain started falling heavily, soaking Amelia to the bone.It was already evening, and the rooftop was dimly lit. Amelia saw the officers approaching her, their flashlights casting eerie shadows on the walls. She knew she couldn't give up now. She took off running again, not looking back.Some of the officers shouted, "Faster! After her! Don't let her get away!" Their footsteps pounded the rooftop, getting closer and closer.Amelia's heart was racing, her legs pumping as she ran. She could feel the officers closing in, their breath on her neck. She didn't dare look back, fearing what she might