All Chapters of Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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The acting scene

**Miranda’s POV** The moment I stepped into the room, I knew she was there. Brenda’s scent lingered, faint yet distinct, like a trail she couldn’t help but leave behind. Desmond was already on the bed, feigning sleep, but I could see right through him. His breathing wasn’t steady; his body language was far from relaxed. I’ve known Desmond for years, long enough to tell when he’s lying. And right now, he wasn’t just lying—he was panicking. I played my part, though. I smiled at him softly, pretending to buy his half-hearted excuse. “Tired, are we?” I asked, walking across the room, my heels clicking against the tiled floor. He muttered something incoherent and shifted slightly, his back turned to me. I made no effort to press him further. Instead, my eyes flickered toward the closet. I didn’t need to open it to confirm what I already knew—Brenda was inside. Her perfume was unmistakable, a suffocating sweetness that always made my stomach churn. How pre

Last Updated : 2024-12-24

Beating her Mercilessly!

Miranda's POVI had been waiting for this moment—this one perfect opportunity to settle the score with Brenda. It was almost poetic, really, that life had placed us here. On this set, acting out a scene where she played the mistress, the role she had so gleefully embraced in real life. My heart pounded with exhilaration as I stood across from her, knowing that this wasn’t just a scene to me.This was my revenge.Brenda stood there with that smug expression plastered on her face, her lips curled in a self-satisfied smile as she glanced my way. My stomach churned at the sight of her, but I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. I couldn’t lose my composure—not yet.Desmond, as clueless as ever, stood nearby, chatting with the director. His face was calm, his body relaxed. He didn’t have the faintest idea of what was about to happen. None of them did.“Alright, people,” the director barked, clapping his hands to get everyone’s attentio

Last Updated : 2024-12-25

Fooling around

Miranda's POVThe director’s abrupt shout rang through the set, startling me out of my thoughts. “We’re done for today!” he barked, his tone a mix of exasperation and finality.Done? Just like that?I stood frozen for a moment, still tasting the exhilaration from the earlier scene where I’d let loose on Brenda. Beating her was cathartic, a raw outlet for the rage simmering inside me for years. It had felt so good, too good, perhaps. And now, they were calling it off?I clenched my fists at my sides, pretending to be annoyed for a different reason as I turned sharply, grabbed my bag, and made to leave. My movements were brisk, almost theatrical, as if the anger boiling within me had nothing to do with the fact that my revenge was being prematurely interrupted.Desmond must have noticed because he rushed toward me, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. “Miss Laila, you don’t have to be angry about it,” he said, his voice soothing,

Last Updated : 2024-12-26

Caught in the middle!

Desmond’s POVAfter seeing Laila off, a heavy weight settled in my chest. I could practically feel the rage radiating from Brenda, even though she wasn’t in the same room. She had every right to be furious—I’d publicly humiliated her, dismissed her like she was nothing in front of Laila. But it wasn’t because I cared for Laila, not in the way Brenda thought.I had my reasons. Laila wasn’t just some privileged heiress; she was the key to ensuring my aunt Hamilton could take over the Martins Group. Without that leverage, Brenda and I would be left stranded, just like I left my late wife. But unlike my wife, I wouldn’t let Brenda face the same end. Laila was a tool, nothing more.Still, Brenda wouldn’t see it that way. I sighed and pulled out my phone, hesitating for a second before calling her. The phone rang longer than usual before she finally picked up.“What do you want, Desmond?” Her voice was icy, her anger palpable even through the phone.“Brenda,” I began cautiously, choosing my

Last Updated : 2024-12-26

Tactical

**Miranda's POV** I stood by the window, the soft glow of the fading afternoon light casting long shadows across the room. Desmond had just dropped me off after a long day of work, but instead of heading inside immediately, I found myself frozen, staring out the window. There was something uneasy in the air, something that gnawed at me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. Desmond was standing by his car, his phone pressed to his ear, his back to me as he spoke animatedly, but I could hear the faintest traces of his voice carrying through the breeze. He was talking to Brenda—the same woman he had sworn to me, time and time again, that he had severed all contact with. His words didn’t match his actions. He lied, and I felt the bitter taste of betrayal rise in my throat. It was a sharp, cold feeling that settled in my gut, something deep and primal, the kind of instinct you can’t ignore. I had always trusted my instincts, but now it felt as though everything

Last Updated : 2024-12-27

boom

**Miranda's POV** Desmond’s words kept hanging in the air, thin and hollow, the kind of lies that were too flimsy to even be believable. He was trying, desperately, to convince me that everything was fine, that I was imagining things. But I knew better. I could feel it in the way he avoided my gaze, in the way his body was unnaturally still, as if he was trying to hold himself together before the storm that he knew was coming. “You’re the only one I love, Miss Laila,” he repeated, his voice trembling with a kind of insincerity that made my skin crawl. “There’s no one else. No one. I swear it.” His eyes darted around the room, avoiding mine, and I could see the subtle tremor in his hands. He was lying. He had to be. I had walked into this house with the clear knowledge that something was wrong. The feeling of unease that had settled in my chest earlier, when I had seen him on the phone with Brenda, hadn’t been a mistake. My instincts had never failed me before, and they weren’t fai

Last Updated : 2024-12-28

Tricks

**Miranda's POV**I moved toward the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. As soon as I sat down, I let out a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The soft, luxurious feeling of the mattress beneath me almost lulled me into a sense of calm, but I couldn't afford to let my guard down. I knew exactly what I was doing. I had carefully planned this moment, this confrontation. Desmond had underestimated me, and now it was time to turn the tables.I leaned back slightly, letting my fingers graze the soft sheets, allowing myself a fleeting moment of comfort before the storm would break. I knew he was watching me, probably trying to make sense of what was going on. Desmond always thought he had control, but not anymore. Not after everything that had happened tonight.He took a step closer to me, his eyes fixed on mine, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze. The air between us seemed to thicken, charged with unspoken tension. Without warning, Desmond moved swif

Last Updated : 2024-12-29

offering help

**Miranda's POV**I woke up feeling a sense of contentment that I hadn’t experienced in a while. It was strange, really. I should have been angry, frustrated, or perhaps even overwhelmed with the situation I was putting myself in, but instead, I felt calm. I was playing a game, and so far, everything was going according to plan. I knew Desmond's moves even before he made them, and I could see how every piece was falling into place. The night before had been... entertaining. I had watched them sneak around, hiding their secrets, all while I lay in that grand bed of his mansion, knowing exactly what they were up to. And yet, I remained calm, unfazed. They thought they had the upper hand, but little did they know, the tables were already turning.When I finally got out of bed and descended the stairs, I could hear the familiar sounds of Desmond bustling in the kitchen, making breakfast. He always knew how to play his part, didn’t he? Toasted bread, eggs, and tea—exact

Last Updated : 2024-12-29

Accepting his proposal

**Miranda's POV**It was laughable, really—Nolan’s audacity to offer his help as though he was exempt from the revenge I had planned for everyone who betrayed me. Did he truly believe he was any different? Did he think I needed him to right my wrongs or to seek justice for the pain I had endured? The thought alone made me want to laugh out loud. I had endured enough to know that I couldn’t rely on anyone but myself. Nolan stood before me, his face a picture of desperation, his dark eyes pleading as he said, *“Let me do it for you, Ms. Lila. I promise, I’ll take revenge for you. I’ll help you.”* I smiled faintly, amused by his persistence, but my voice was steady and firm. “You don’t have to worry yourself, Nolan. I’ll take revenge on my own. I don’t need your help, but thank you for offering.” His jaw tightened, and he took a step closer. “I can help you! I promise. I’m your fiancé. Even if you wanted to cancel our engagement, I st

Last Updated : 2024-12-30

You're just a mistress!

### Miranda's POV Don’t think for a second that I’m foolish for accepting his proposal. I know exactly what I’m doing, and every step of this game is meticulously calculated. Accepting him as my husband is not about love or trust. It’s about strategy. How else will I get close enough to uncover his true motives? To see the depths of his betrayal? Desmond may think he’s playing me, but he has no idea that I’m pulling the strings. I will uncover every scheme, every secret he’s keeping with Brenda. And as for my father’s property? He will never lay a hand on it. Not without me standing in his way. I agreed to his proposal because it’s the perfect cover. With him thinking I’ve fallen for his trap, I can observe his every move. The world may see me as a scorned woman accepting love again, but I see myself as a hunter stalking her prey. When I said, *“Yes, I’ll marry you,”* his face lit up with such joy that it almost made me laugh. Desmond’s arms wrapped around me tightly, and he

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