Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex-Wife Craves Revenge : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Aaron’s Silence-Mira’s SpeechAaron was discharged from the hospital and taken back home. He hadn’t said a single word since waking up. His face was blank, his eyes distant, and no matter how many times people tried to get him to speak, he just sat there in silence.Clara was growing frustrated. At first, she had been understanding—after all, it wasn’t every day that a dead wife came back to life—but now, she was done being patient.“This is ridiculous!” she snapped, pacing back and forth. “I don’t understand. We got divorced! It’s over! So why is he acting like this? Why is he fainting and going mute because his ex-wife is back?”No one answered her. Olivia, Aaron’s grandmother, let out a tired sigh and shook her head.“Clara, calm down,” Olivia said. “Aaron is in shock. You need to understand that he thought Mira was dead. There was a funeral, a burial—”“I don’t care!” Clara interrupted. “That was months ago! Why is he acting so cowardly? He’s a grown man! He should deal with it in

Breaking Aaron’s SilenceAlex walked into my suite with an amused look on his face.“You won’t believe this,” he said, shaking his head. “Aaron still hasn’t said a word since the wedding.”I burst into laughter. “You’re joking.”“I’m dead serious,” he said, leaning against the wall. “His mother is losing her mind. Clara’s furious. And Clara’s mother? She’s blaming everyone except herself.”I couldn’t stop laughing. “So, let me get this straight—Aaron, the same Aaron who never shut up when he was ruining my life, has gone completely mute?”Alex smirked. “Looks like it.”I tapped my chin, pretending to think. “Maybe I should pay him a visit.”Alex raised a brow. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”“Of course,” I said, grabbing my coat. “I just need to see this for myself.”—When I arrived at Aaron’s house, I could feel the tension in the air. His mother looked exhausted, Clara was nowhere to be seen, and the staff tiptoed around like they were afraid to breathe too loudly.I wal

The First TestWalking into the conference room, I could feel the weight of their stares. Some were curious, others doubtful, and a few openly unimpressed. I wasn’t surprised. To them, I was just the billionaire’s reckless daughter who threw away everything for love, only to come crawling back after a failed marriage.I took my seat at the head of the table, my posture straight, my face calm. The room was filled with my late parents’ board members, key investors, and longtime business partners. These were the people who had kept the company running after my father’s passing. Now, they were about to determine if I was capable of leading it.One of the older men, Mr. Carter, cleared his throat and leaned forward. “Mira, it’s impressive that you’ve decided to take over your family’s empire. But let’s be honest, your experience in business is… limited, to say the least.”I smiled, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “I see. So what exactly are you implying, Mr. Carter?”A woman named Mrs. Patel,

A Toast to DeceptionAaron stopped by an expensive liquor store on his way home, selecting a fine bottle of wine. This was a moment to celebrate. He had gotten away with it. Again.As he drove home, he replayed the dinner in his mind. The way Mira had spoken, the way she had dismissed their past like it was nothing more than a failed marriage. She had no memory of what he did.He smirked.When he arrived at the family estate, he went straight to his mother’s room, holding up the bottle. “We’re drinking tonight.”His mother, who had been sitting at the edge of her bed, gave him a tired look. “Drinking? For what?”Aaron grinned. “She doesn’t remember.”At those words, his mother’s face softened with relief. She exhaled slowly, as if a heavy weight had been lifted off her shoulders.“Are you sure?” she asked, standing up.“Positive,” Aaron said, opening the wine bottle. “She said she was shot by some random thugs. She thinks she lost her memory. She doesn’t suspect a thing.”His mother t

A Change of PlansI sat across from Alex in the dimly lit restaurant, the sound of quiet chatter and soft music filling the space around us. The dinner had gone exactly as I planned—straight to business. I laid out every detail about the hotel, what needed to be done, and why I needed his help.Alex listened carefully, barely interrupting as I spoke. When I was done, he leaned back in his chair, studying me for a moment before nodding.“I’ll help,” he said, pulling out his tablet. “But first, we need a strategy.”He spent the next half hour walking me through a detailed plan. A PowerPoint presentation, charts, projections—Alex had come prepared. He always did. He had a sharp mind, one of the reasons I knew he was the best person for this job.When we finished going over everything, he set his tablet aside and took a sip of his drink. Then, with a slight smirk, he asked, “So… is this why you called me for dinner?”“Yes,” I said simply, meeting his gaze.His smirk widened. “No personal