Semua Bab Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets : Bab 131 - Bab 140

Miranda's POV ---I leaned back in my chair, massaging the back of my neck. It had been an excruciatingly long day at the office, one that drained every ounce of energy I had. Clara had just left, taking the stack of signed files to the shareholders. I barely had time to eat, let alone breathe. As the CEO, it seemed every document in existence required my signature. When my phone buzzed with a call from the manager of the restaurant downtown, I almost ignored it. But then I remembered the new resort project my company was building beside the restaurant. My presence was needed, so with a tired sigh, I grabbed my coat and headed out. Clara joined me as we made our way there.As we entered the restaurant, the familiar hum of activity greeted us. The clinking of utensils, the murmur of voices, and the occasional burst of laughter were all comforting sounds. But then, something caught my attention—a group of three women seated near the window. I

**Miranda’s POV**This has been their plan all along—Desmond and his conniving mother. They intended to cheat me, stripping away everything my father worked so hard to build. The first clue came when I overheard Desmond on the phone with Brenda, his side chick, casually discussing how he planned to marry me just to take all my father’s properties, wealth, and hard-earned money. And now, his mother has revealed the rest of the despicable plan. She stood before me with a smug expression, her lips curling into a triumphant smirk as she spat her words like venom. "Once you marry my son, I will be in charge of everything. Everything you own will belong to us. You won’t have anything to call your own anymore."Her words cut through me like a blade. I couldn’t breathe for a moment, the weight of their betrayal sinking in. My jaw clenched, and my fists curled at my sides as I stared at her. Desmond’s plans were bad enough, but his mother’s arrogance, her audacity to lay it all out so openly,

Miranda's pov After my encounter with Desmond earlier in his office, I felt a strange mix of satisfaction and unease. Flattering him was easy—his ego soaked up every word I said, especially when I dangled the possibility of his company designing my hotel project. His overjoyed reaction wasn’t surprising. That was exactly what I wanted: for him to believe he was inching closer to my wealth, my power. I wanted him to feel like he had a stake in my empire. Of course, I had no intention of letting him reap where he didn’t sow. The thought of him smugly claiming my hard-earned assets after marriage sent a ripple of annoyance through me. But for now, I had to play the game. His motives were still unclear, and I needed to stay ahead of him. I arrived home at around 3 p.m., exhaustion weighing heavily on me. Kicking off my heels, I stretched out on my bed, hoping for a moment of peace. The silence was short-lived. My phone rang sharply, jolting me out of my reverie. Groaning, I grabbed

Miranda's POV I woke up with a jolt, the shrill sound of my alarm clock piercing through the silence of the early morning. My heart was racing, and it took me a moment to realize I wasn’t in a nightmare. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden glow, signaling the start of what I thought would be a perfect day. With a sigh, I reached out and turned off the alarm, my fingers brushing against the cold metal of the clock. I stretched, feeling the pull in my muscles, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. The smooth wooden floor was cool beneath my feet as I padded to the bathroom. The familiar routine—brushing my teeth, showering, and meticulously choosing my outfit—helped settle my nerves. Today was important. Not just because of the project agreement but because this was my chance to finally claim the upper hand. I pulled on a sleek black trouser, paired it with a crisp white shirt, and added a pop o

### Laila's POVI stood in the doorway, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, as I glared at Desmond. His excuses poured out like a broken faucet, each word more desperate than the last. "It was Brenda," he stammered, his face flushed with a mix of shame and panic. "She—she seduced me! I swear, Laila, I would never do this to you willingly!"I let out a humorless laugh, shaking my head. “Even now, you can’t admit the truth, can you?” My voice was cold, laced with contempt. “Do you think I don’t know about the late-night calls? The secret meetings? The way you’d suddenly disappear without explanation?”Desmond’s eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape from my accusations. His shirt hung loosely around his shoulders, exposing the evidence of his betrayal—hickeys and scratches that couldn’t be explained away. Brenda stood frozen in the corner, her face pale as a ghost. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. For years, I’