บททั้งหมดของ Ex-Wife Returns for Revenge : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Back at the Abrams mansion, Nicole’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes landed on Ethan Caldwell. The last time she had seen him, he was a humble yet ambitious taxi driver with an easy smile and an entrepreneurial spirit.The same stranger who helped pay her hospital bills, saving her from the disgrace.He stood confident and sophisticated in his tailored suit, polished - a far cry from the man she remembered. Ethan flashed a warm smile as he stepped forward, extending a hand. "Congratulations, Nicole, the President of Griffins Industries, Mr. Abrams, made the right choice," he said, sincerity infused into his tone with a thread of pride.Nicole forced a weak smile, her mind racing. "Thank you, but…Ethan, how is this even possible? You're the CEO of Griffins Industries now? How did this happen?"Ethan chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's a long story, but I'll give you the short version.Nicole remembered that on one of their last conversations, Ethan had told her

Taylor stood at the head of the long, glass-paneled conference table, a presentation remote trembling ever so slightly in his hand. His tailored suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, yet it felt suffocating as beads of sweat formed along his brow. He had been the man who conquered boardrooms, sealed deals with not much more than his charisma and guile, but today was different. Today, Nicole's searing gaze from across the table shook his confidence in ways he never thought possible.The moment he spoke, his voice betrayed him-a slight crack that he promptly tried to cover with a cough. He fumbled through the slides now, his characteristic poise compromised by this deluge of memories. Nicole's unrelenting gaze was like looking into his mirror of memories, mirroring every failure, each hurtful word, all the humiliation he and his mother had subjected her to.His mind flashed to the tear-streaked face of the day she'd left his house for the last time. He tried to focus, looking a

Taylor burst into his mansion, panting heavily, his shirt clinging to his damp skin as though it carried the weight of his boiling rage. He slammed the entrance door behind him, its echo reverberating through the grand but lifeless home. The clock on the wall ticked a deafening 8:06 PM, but time felt irrelevant to the storm raging within him. He was breathing in sharp gasps, as if he had been running for hours, though the chase he had endured had far more to do with his mind than his body.Upstairs, his mother, stirred from her evening nap. She heard the commotion, threw on her robe, and padded downstairs, her face lined with concern.The dim light in the hall led her into Taylor's room; she came to a stop at his door, her heart bucking at the sound of breaking glass. She was just in time to see him hurl a framed picture against the wall, where it shattered into a hundred pieces. The photo of happier times now lay facedown in a sea of broken vases and overturned furniture."Taylo

Veronica quickly straightened her posture, regaining her composure with practiced poise. Her sharp, commanding presence filled the office, her glare narrowing in on Nicole, who remained seated with a nonchalant expression.“I’m here to warn you, Nicole, or whatever name you go by now,” Veronica said, her voice low and threatening. “Whoever is behind the trouble you’re stirring for my son, you better put an end to it, immediately. Or you’ll have me to contend with.”For a brief second, silence consumed the room. Nicole’s lips curled upward in the faintest of smiles, and then, without warning, she burst into laughter. It wasn’t forced or faint; it was loud, sharp, and echoing. The sound sliced through the tense air like a blade.Veronica blinked, her fury momentarily stilled as she stood there, stiff and dumbfounded. Her brow furrowed deeper as she watched Nicole. What on earth was so amusing? She didn’t dare ask, but her growing irritation was written all over her face.Nicole fina

Sarah’s phone buzzed, its vibrations breaking the peaceful hum of her quiet afternoon.She glanced at the screen and froze slightly.Mom.With a sigh, she picked up.“Hi, Mom,” she said, trying to sound cheery.“Sarah.” Her mother’s tone was sharp and concerned. “What is it I’m hearing about Nicole’s divorce? And why on earth are people saying you have something to do with it?”Though her heart skipped a beat, Sarah kept her voice level. "What? Nicole's divorce? I... I just heard about it recently myself. You know how gossip spreads around. I'm just as shocked as you are, mom."The voice at the other end of the phone line was silent, and for a moment, Sarah hoped her mother would give up.But then it returned. "Don't lie to me, Sarah. I raised you better than that.""I am not lying, Mom!" she lied, the defensiveness leeching into her tone. "Why should I be involved in Nicole's marriage? It's not my business.""Then why are they mentioning your name?" her mother retorted.Sarah clenche