All Chapters of HIS EX-WIFE, HIS NIGHTMARE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter ElevenMikaela:It's been over a month now, and yes, it has been a difficult journey to recovery. I thought I had recovered but at some point of my recovery, my energy sucked itself out of me and I was back to scratch, fighting for my life.I couldn't be more glad that I could now move around by myself. Even at that, the doctor recommended lots of sleep and rest and barely any work.It was understandable that he was only trying to do his job, but I wouldn't appreciate him as much as I would appreciate Kevin.He was always there to tell me he'll always be there. He was always there to whisper reassuring words to me when I needed them the most. Always there to make sure I felt more than safe. He would stay up all night to ensure I slept well.He was not just a friend. He was more than a supporter in fact. I couldn't thank him enough and if there was anything I could do to repay his kindness, I would definitely do it. I would trade anything in fact, even my own freedom to ensure

Chapter ThirteenMikaela: What?What the fuck?Bastard!“I want her to come with me.” He added, clarifying his words“You want her to come with you?” Kevin asked, probably confused as I am or more than.“Yes. There's something I need to talk to her about, and we can't discuss it here. You need to come with me.” He responded, his voice reverberating in the mansion.Was he even listening to himself?I took a small step back before regretting it. I shouldn't have shown him I was scared.“Come on, don't be scared.” He gestured for me to come.He even recognized fear in ladies. He must be a fucking pervert from the poisonous look in his eyes as if he has just hit a jackpot finding me.I took my eyes off him for a split second, looking at Kevin's face for something. A reaction. A nod. A brow raise. Something. Just anything!!Kevin gave me a slight nod, and his eyes asked me to trust him.I took in a sharp breath, moving closer to them slowly.Step by step. Each fiber of me wanted to flee b

Chapter fifteenMikaela:“What?” I whispered in shock.“Yes. That's how your mother died. Your mother's sister, Mirabel managed to escape with major injuries, although she passed away after a few weeks since she wasn't recovering from the injuries and she was more than traumatized.” The old lady said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “That's how we lost both females of the White family. You were the only female left but at that moment, we didn't consider anything else but to put you up for adoption and that was it.”“Who adopted me?” I raised a brow.“The Abrams family of course. Don't you remember?”Kevin chipped in. “She lost her memory actually.”She nodded. “I see.”She remained quiet for a moment.“The white family might be a bit complex, but here is how it works. In the White extended family, we have five nuclear family. One runs a clothing brand business. One is a family of lawyers. One is a family of doctors. One runs a valuable mining company. While your family runs an art supp

Chapter SeventeenMikaela:My eyes widened and I knew. I knew there was venom in them.Call me the villain but I'd rather be cruel than to lower my head to cruelty.I raised my hand, slamming it on her face. Sharp. Hard. With all the strength I had in me that morning.She fell to the ground, coughing, and I remained there, watching her suffer, watching her break, watching her regret.So this was how she felt when she hit me. This feeling. I couldn't describe it but it was overwhelming. I didn't know if it was satisfaction or superiority.I turned swiftly, not because I was mad. Not because I was satisfied. But because I was going for him next.The man who gave me sleepless nights and made me regret loving him. The man who accused me of killing his mother. The man who would hurt me, broke me, shattered me, destroyed me, with a smug smile on his face.He enjoyed it, didn't he?We'd see who would get the last laugh.I stormed into the building, heading straight to the elevator. I didn't

Chapter NineteenMikaela:“So, what do you think about the gown?” Kevin smirked, standing right behind me with his hands on my shoulders.I was seated on a chair, facing the dressing mirror. I looked at him through the mirror. “It is beautiful. And the blue is really stunning, I can't lie.”“I’m glad you loved it. That was a hundred dollars.”“What?!” I exclaimed. “That sundress? Boy, I know there are other cheap sundresses out there that have more detailing and better design.”Call me stingy or anything. I wouldn't buy anything that's sold cheap elsewhere for a higher price. It didn't matter if I was wealthy or famous or anything. Nobody cares, and they're not paying my bills.Unless they are, then I should care about what they'd think seeing me wear a cheap outfit.It's my money. My body. And I would decide what I was going to wear and put on it.“Come on. You look better in expensive things.” He teased.I scoffed, rolling my eyes.My phone pinged on the dresser and I reached for it