บททั้งหมดของ The CEO's Ex-Wife Gets Revenge: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

The trip back to Flora's hometown loomed large, casting a long shadow over her otherwise peaceful life with Damien. Packing wasn't just about clothes and toiletries this time. It was about gathering courage, strategizing with Eva, and bracing herself for an emotional whirlwind.She busied herself with preparations for her trip, her mind racing through a checklist of tasks. First, she packed her suitcase, ensuring she had enough clothes for a potentially extended stay. She selected a mix of professional attire for any confrontations with Alice and the lawyers, as well as casual clothes for more comfortable moments. Flora packed her toiletries, a few personal items, and, of course, her copy of the power of attorney documents that Eva had insisted she take along. Next, she reviewed her travel itinerary. She murmured to herself as she scrolled through the airport site, considering an early morning departure to give herself plenty of time to get settled before the meeting. She

The wheels of Flora’s plane kissed the tarmac, signaling her return to a city that held both cherished memories and lurking shadows. As she landed in her home city, she felt a mixture of anxiety and determination. The familiar surroundings of the airport brought back a flood of memories. A text notification buzzed on her phone, momentarily distracting her. It from Eva, confirming she was running late from work but was about to catch her flight. Flora texted back, “Just landed! Safe and sound. Looking forward to seeing you soon. NOT looking forward to negotiating with the witch I call a stepmother.”A chuckle escaped her lips as she envisioned Eva’s fierce loyalty coming to her defense. Their conversation flowed for a few more minutes before Eva stopped texting back, probably swamped by the process of checking inIt was not hard for Flora to admit to herself that she liked the idea of a familiar face with her as she faced off against Alice. Right now, the phase of that face

Standing in the middle of her father's grand estate home, twelve year old Flora stood in the living room, clutching a report card. Her heart pounded as she waited for Alice to finish her tirade. She'd had worked so hard to get straight A’s, but Alice always found something to criticize.“You think you're so perfect, don’t you?” Alice sneered, her voice dripping with venom. “Just because you get good grades doesn’t mean you’re better than anyone else in this house. You’re nothing but a spoiled little brat.” The air was thick with the cloying scent of Alice’s rosewater perfume.Flora’s hands trembled. “I-I just wanted to show you my grades,” she stammered, hoping for some semblance of approval. But she knew it was a futile hope. Alice had never loved her, but Flora had held a vain hope that she would at least like her.Alice’s eyes blazed with anger. “Don’t you dare talk back to me!” she yelled. “You’re a disgrace, just like your mother. No wonder she left you. You’re wort

A bitter taste settled on Flora's tongue. Henry, the catalyst for their ultimate falling out. She took a second before speaking again. “So, is this some kind of penance for you? Because if you hadn’t called me to tell me about the accident, you’d have everything you’ve always wanted.”Olivia shook her head vigorously, her eyes filling with tears. “No, Flora, it’s not like that. When I saw the news about your kidnapping, I realized how much I’ve contributed to your misery. I’ve been jealous of you from the moment we met. You had a father who loved you and could provide for you—a comfort I never had.”Flora took a deep breath, trying to process Olivia’s words. “And was it those same insecurities that made you cheat with Henry?” she asked, her voice hard. Her tone was deliberately neutral.Olivia flinched. "Maybe," she admitted after a moment's hesitation. "Seeing you happy with him… it just fueled my anger. And then, when Henry started… well, you know…"Flora did know.

Taking a deep breath, Flora made a decision. "Alright, Olivia," she said, her voice firm yet gentle. "Let's give this a try.” She reached out, placing a steady hand over Olivia's trembling fingers. ”But know this – if you betray my trust, if this is all some elaborate game, there will be no coming back from it. I won’t be so forgiving after a second betrayal."Olivia nodded, tears streaming down her face. “Thank you, Flora. I promise, I just want to help. You won't regret this.”A hesitant smile touched Flora's lips. Would she regret this? Maybe. There was a very good chance that Olivia was playing her for a fool again. But she wouldn't let the fear of that stop her from doing what she believed was the right thing.The tension in the room eased as Flora felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She had chosen to forgive, and while the wounds Olivia had inflicted would always be there, maybe this was a step towards healing. Whether their newfound understanding would blossom i