Semua Bab Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets : Bab 151 - Bab 160

**Layla's POV** It was God who saved me that night from the treacherous hands of Aunt Hamilton. My heart raced just thinking about it, piecing together the events that nearly cost me my life. I was sure it was her. Every move, every plot—it was her doing. She thought she had me cornered, unaware of one simple fact: I’d learned how to swim in my previous life as Miranda. Even though I now lived as Layla, I still carried over skills I had mastered before. That night, I was returning from a dinner date with Nolan. He had stopped by the roadside to pick up something, which was why he didn’t walk me all the way to my house. As I walked alone under the moonlit sky, a strange feeling washed over me. Someone was following me. My instincts kicked in, and I glanced through my car’s side mirror. A flashy red car trailed behind me, shadowing my every turn. At first, I dismissed it, thinking it was just a coincidence. But when I took an alternate route, the car f

**Laila’s POV**The room felt suffocating, the air thick with tension as everyone’s eyes darted between me and the woman standing beside Hamilton. Her resemblance to me was uncanny, but I could see through her frail facade. I clenched my fists, the sharp bite of my nails grounding me in the chaos. This wasn’t just an accusation—it was a calculated attack. She smiled smugly, a faint, victorious curve of her lips, as if she had already won. Her posture was meek, her arms clutching Hamilton like a lifeline. But I wasn’t fooled. That woman was no victim; she was a manipulator. Hamilton’s words hung in the air, each one digging into me like a dagger. “This imposter,” he began again, his voice laced with contempt, “has no proof of her identity. She’s been parading around as Laila, but the real Laila would never behave this way.” I stepped forward, my legs trembling beneath me, but I refused to let my fear show. “Who are you to decide how I

**Laila’s POV:**I couldn’t stop the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind as I stepped into Nolan’s house. The door clicked behind me, and I couldn’t help but feel like a stranger in my own skin. A part of me still couldn’t believe what had just happened—what Hamilton had just said to me. Her words echoed in my mind, harsh and biting. *“You are nothing but an imposter. This is not your home. You don't belong here.”* Her words felt like daggers, but they didn’t hurt as much as I thought they would. I had been through far worse. I had spent years of my life buried in confusion, struggling to grasp the truth of who I was. Now, standing here, I was beginning to see just how deep this entire game went, and the rules were shifting faster than I could keep up.I tried to push away the lump in my throat, but it was hard. I had never felt so alone in my life. As Hamilton dragged Mara—her daughter, not Lila—out of the house, I watched them leave. I knew som

Laila’s POV I stood frozen in the doorway, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure Nolan could hear it. The weight of the moment pressed down on me, but I wasn’t sure if I could process what had just happened. For weeks, I had been caught in a web of deceit, one where my identity was being stolen, my name sullied, and my future threatened. But in this moment, I was more confused than ever.Mara stood before me, her real face exposed, and I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of disbelief. How had I missed it? Was I so blinded by everything else that I hadn’t seen the truth? The woman I had thought was my enemy, the one who had been plotting against me with Hamilton, wasn’t the person I had imagined her to be. The person in front of me wasn’t her. But then who was it? Was the woman I had seen with Hamilton a mere puppet, a hired actor? The possibility gnawed at me, making my stomach churn with dread. They were playing a deeper game than I could have ever anticipa

Nolan’s pov The air in the boardroom was thick with tension, and I could feel it pressing against my chest. I had left the house early that morning, determination coursing through my veins. I couldn’t allow Mr. Williams to go through with this. Not when I knew that Lila, the real Lila, was out there. I had failed her in my past life, and now, I would do everything I could to make it right. No matter what it took, I wouldn’t let him win. I was a shareholder in the Martins Group, and that meant my voice mattered. When I arrived at the office, the weight of the situation settled over me. Mr. Williams had been playing everyone—he was about to take control of the Martins Group, and once he did, the company would no longer belong to its rightful heirs. All the wealth, all the power, it would fall into the hands of Mr. Williams and Mrs. Hamilton. And that was something I could not, would not, allow. As I entered the boardroom, I felt every set of eyes on me. The atmosphere was tense, lik