Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge On My Ex Husband : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Elowen pushed open the door to her room, the cool air greeting her flushed cheeks. She tossed her laptop onto the plush comforter, the device landing with a muted thud. Letting out a low groan, she dropped onto the bed, running her fingers through her blonde hair in frustration. Her thoughts raced, tangling like the strands slipping through her fingers. "What did that guy mean? Why is he so interested in the father of my son?" The question lingered, heavy and unwanted. It gnawed at her resolve, pulling her back to a night she had tried to bury. She pressed the heels of her palms into her temples as if she could block the memory from resurfacing. That night her guard down, alcohol clouding her judgment, and the fleeting heat of a stranger’s touch was a scar she couldn’t erase. The shame stung anew as her mind replayed the sequence of mistakes. How could I have been so careless? she thought bitterly. Her gaze flicked to the small jewelry box perched on her dresser. Inside was the o

Lysander paced the length of his study, hands buried deep in his pockets. His jaw tightened as he replayed his earlier conversation with Elowen. He had been reckless, blunt. The flash of hurt in her eyes when he declared himself the father of her children was seared into his memory.“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath. He couldn’t afford to drive her away again, not now when she was so close.His phone vibrated on the desk, the sharp buzz breaking through his thoughts. He picked it up and groaned. Grandma.He hesitated, knowing exactly why she was calling, but answered anyway. “Hello, Grandma.”“What did you do to Elowen?” Mrs. Cassiopeia’s voice was sharp, cutting through the line like a whip. “She’s been crying since she got here. I just finished comforting her.”“Grandma, I….”“Don’t you dare ‘Grandma’ me, Lysander. What did you say to her?”Lysander rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. “I told her the truth. That I’m the father of her kids.”There was a beat of silence before

Elowen adjusted the lapel of her blazer as she stepped out of her sleek black sedan, her heels clicking against the cobblestone pavement of the exclusive VIP bar. The faint hum of the city was muffled by the thick walls of the private venue. She had chosen this location for a reason discretion. No prying eyes, no nosy reporters.Her phone buzzed. A message from Andrew confirming his arrival. She smirked, typing out the room number before pushing open the door.The room was dimly lit, the amber glow from the chandelier above casting long shadows across the faces gathered inside. The air hummed with an uneasy silence, broken only by the soft hum of a ceiling fan.Elowen strode in, her movements deliberate, her presence commanding. She slid into the seat beside Andrew and rested her hands lightly on the polished table. Her lips curved into a small, welcoming smile.“Good evening,” she began, her voice smooth but edged with authority. “I’m Elowen, but you can call me Lowen.”The group sta

Elowen exited the meeting room with Andrew and strode toward her car, her heels clicking purposefully against the marble floor. Her phone buzzed just as she reached for the door handle. She slid her finger across the screen, and Seraphina’s message popped up.Babe, I’ve arranged the meeting with Mr. Douglas. He’s at his office now and said he’s ready to meet you.Elowen’s lips curved into a small smile. Seraphina always came through. Sliding into the driver’s seat, she started the car and headed toward Douglas’s company.The towering building loomed in the distance, its glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. When she arrived, she parked gracefully in the visitor's section and adjusted her blazer before stepping out. Her confidence radiated in the way she carried herself each step deliberate, her gaze steady.Inside, Mr. Douglas's assistant greeted her with a professional smile. “Good afternoon, ma’am. Mr. Douglas is expecting you.” Without hesitation, the assistant led her to

Andrew stepped into the old tech department, his sharp eyes scanning the dimly lit room. It was a sorry sight—dust-covered desks, idle screens, and staff sprawled in various states of disinterest. A couple of them were dozing, heads resting on crossed arms, while others lazily scrolled through their phones. The place reeked of wasted potential.He cleared his throat, loud and sharp. The sound jolted a few of them upright, but the lethargy in the air was unmistakable. “Where’s Peter?” he asked, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.One of the staff, a young man who looked more awake than the rest, pointed toward a glass-walled office in the corner. “He’s inside,” he mumbled.Andrew didn’t wait for an invitation. He strode to the office, knocked once, and pushed the door open. Sure enough, Peter was slouched in his chair, arms folded over his chest, his head tilted back in what looked like a deep sleep. The sight made Andrew’s jaw tighten.He took a seat across from Peter