Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorced Billionaire Ex-Wife's Revenge: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

(Camilla’s POV)I checked myself in the mirror for the last time before heading out of my apartment.Looking pretty has always been my forte, but I felt the need to put more effort in my appearance tonight. I even hired a personal hairstylist and makeup artist just to pamper me right.I have been rich for the longest time, but I was never popular like Kalel. I never had people bash me so much online.I thought I was already perfect, but these people in the internet seemed to have always find a way to find flaws and imperfections to me. They used it against me, and I hate the fact that I am affected.“You look very beautiful, Miss Camilla,” my hairstylist said, looking at my reflection on the elevator. I gave her a short glance.Accepting genuine compliments has always been hard to me. I always think people say something good to get something good in return. It’s always a give and take and you can never receive something for free out of genuine intention.It just doesn't exist in the w

(Lester’s POV)My jaw clenched as I listened to the news anchor interviewing Camilla and Kalel, their faces plastered on the screen live on my television. Her voice was smooth as butter while delivering all the wrong things I’ve done to her that I’d hoped to bury in the past together with our unwanted memories.My blood ran cold when they flashed my photo, emphasizing my candidacy for the upcoming election for governor, asking the viewers if they would vote for me despite my ex-wife’s revelation.I have been expecting Camilla to use that against me, but the reality of it hit me like a ton of bricks. It’s more damaging than I thought it would be.Lester’s blood ran cold. The news anchor, a woman with a voice as smooth as butter, was interviewing Camilla and Kalel, their faces plastered on the screen. He had been expecting this, dreading it, but the reality of it hit him like a ton of bricksMy heart hammered in my chest. I knew I was done for. My carefully constructed world is crumblin

(Lester’s POV)The stale air in the coffee shop hung heavy with the scent of burnt coffee and anxiety. I impatiently fidgeted the sugar pocket in my hand, my eyes darting nervously at the entrance, waiting for my friend to arrive.My secretary assured me that she agreed to meet with me today, but why is she not here yet? I feel like I’ve been waiting for an eternity. Each second that passes in this damn coffee shop feels like ten years.I’m going to be honest.I know that Camilla has all the resources to buy people’s loyalty now. She’s probably much richer than I am now. Had I known she was this wealthy, I wouldn't have replaced her with her best friend who only knows how to spread her legs on the bed.Cindy is honestly useless in everything.My face brightened when I saw an incoming familiar woman entering the coffee shop. I immediately raised my hand to wave at her. She smiled as she walked towards the direction of our table.“I’m sorry. There was heavy traffic. Some trucks hit a bu

(Camilla’s POV)The aroma of sweet hot choco filled the air as I sat beside Becky on the plush living room sofa. The afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on the room, adding more coziness in the time capsule home.Looking at the pictures on the wall, I can already tell that her husband had passed away a long time ago. She’s loving alone in this beautiful home.No wonder why Kalel was so eager to go to his grandmother’s house.She needed company here."So, tell me, dear," Becky began, her voice a gentle murmur, "how did you and Kalel meet?"My heart skipped a beat. I have already anticipated this moment to come where she’d question me about our relationship. The question, innocent as it seemed, was a minefield for me. You guys know that our engagement was a carefully crafted facade, a strategic alliance born out of necessity, not love.There's no way that I could answer that question without my eyes betraying me. I’m not really good at lying, especially to th

(Camillai’s POV)“Are you sure that's enough? We have more strawberry jams in the pantry. I can't eat them all. You can take them to your house,” Becky said while busily filling the paper bag with freshly picked fruits from her garden. “Wait, I’ll get more cherries.”She was about to go back inside the house when I hugged her tightly from the back. “I’ll miss you, Becky,” I sweetly said.I could smell the scent of strawberries that had lingered on her clothes."Promise me that you will come back. We still have a lot to do,” Becky said, her voice soft. "And remember, I'm always here for you."I nodded, my throat tight. "Thank you, Becky. I'll call you soon."Soon enough Kalel's car arrived at the facade of the house. I turned back to Kalel, who was loading the last of our belongings into the car. The jars of strawberry jam, their labels carefully crafted, sat nestled amongst the luggage. I took a last whiff of fresh air before finally approaching Kalel in his car."Ready?" Kalel asked,