บททั้งหมดของ Ex Wife’s Revenge : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 7

“We did everything we could, Mrs. Gray, but we couldn’t save the baby. I’m so sorry. This is the third miscarriage. Due to the extensive scarring, I’m afraid you won’t be able to carry a pregnancy to term again. You need to take care of yourself. Wait, ma’am, where are you going? You aren’t fine yet. Mrs. Gray!” The doctor’s words kept flooding my mind. That was the moment my whole world came crashing down. That was when I finally allowed myself to drown in the sea of despair. It’s been two weeks since I woke up in a hospital bed, and the doctor’s words lingered. Tears stung at the corners of my eyes. I lost my baby again—the fourth time. I lost four chances at motherhood, and I’m never getting it back. My grip tightened on the invitation letter in my hands. It wasn’t just any invitation—it was for my sister’s wedding. She was marrying none other than my husband. Ex-husband. I had sent him the divorce papers, and he had signed them without hesitation. I stopped being Ophelia Gray

Ophelia's POVI love summer—warm and vibrant, bringing life to everything. I love the cool breeze that follows rain, refreshing and calming. But what I love the most is the expression on their faces—the shock, the disbelief, and the despair."THE CEO OF WESTBROOK LIMITED"Fuck, the introduction sounds even better than I had expected. I waited three years—three fucking years—to see this look on their faces.It’s been three years since I left New York. One year of wallowing in self-pity and agony, and two years of meticulously planning my revenge.And it was all worth it.Ryan!He hasn’t changed a bit. He still has those captivating green eyes. His eyes darkened as he stared at me. Their eyes both did.I shifted my gaze to Vivian, who looked petrified like she had just seen a ghost.We all stood. I had a subtle smile on my face. I was enjoying every bit of this moment.“I am Anna. You’re welcome, ma’am. You can have your seat.”A young lady, who I guessed to be Ryan’s assistant, ushered

VIVIAN'S POVI stormed out of the conference room, my heels stabbing into the marble floor with every furious step as I made my way to the sanctuary of my office. The door slammed behind me, the glass walls trembling with the force, but it wasn’t enough. My chest heaved with anger, breath coming in ragged bursts as if each exhale was filled with venom.“Why the fuck is she back?!” I screamed into the empty room, my voice cracking, raw from disbelief.My hands shook as I reached for the smooth metal tag on my desk that read *Managing Director*. My fingers wrapped around it so tightly that my knuckles turned white. For a moment, I stared at it—my own reflection glaring back at me, twisted with rage. Then, with a guttural cry, I hurled it across the room. It crashed into the wall with a satisfying thud, shattering into pieces, much like my composure."She’s back." I whispered the words softly, not wanting to believe them, but they felt heavy like something bad was about to happen.My min