Todos os capítulos de Ex-Husband’s Nemesis: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Chapter 121 Andrea’s POV I stirred the coffee in front of me for the third time. I hadn’t taken a sip since I ordered, but I don’t know why stirring it just kept me a bit busy. Ding. I heard the shop bell, I looked toward the entrance again, but it still wasn’t her. I leaned back in my chair. Jake must’ve noticed my restlessness. “Don’t worry, Andrea. She’ll be here. Maybe she’s stuck in traffic.” “Or changed her mind not to see me,” I replied. I had contacted Ruth, my college friend. She was closer to Claire, they were best buddies before I came into the picture. Don’t know what happened between them, but the friendship became sour. I needed her because the investigator had gone on a business trip and told us to wait till he was back to run a background check on Claire. Seeing how we didn’t have much time and didn’t want to give it to a random investigator, I thought Jake and I could get whatever information we could instead of just sitting and doing nothing. That’s when Ruth

Chapter 123Claire’s POVEverything was going fine tonight. I just sat and watched with a smile, happy my plan had come to perfection. Luke picked the perfect people to play as my parents. They looked and played the part so well, if I didn’t know better, I would’ve fallen for their act too.“I hope you’re enjoying the food,” Jason’s mother said, her voice warm as she looked across the table.“Oh yes, very delicious,” my supposed father replied, wiping at the corner of his mouth with a linen napkin.She chuckled, clearly pleased. “I’m glad you like it.”“We sure do,” my fake mother added, nodding gently. “Thank you for taking good care of my daughter. She has nothing but good things to say about you and your family.”I had picked the outfit, my fake mum, was wearing myself because I knew how much Jason’s mum cared about fashion. She wore a silk gown worth millions, a large pearl necklace, and a designer bag. All of it was from my boutique. I’d have to put them back after tonight. Funny

Jake’s POV The morning light crept into the room slowly, sliding across the bed in long golden streaks. I blinked against the brightness, groggy at first, then still. For a few seconds, I just laid there, not moving, not thinking—just breathing, feeling the weight of the woman next to me, the warmth of her skin brushing against mine under the covers. Andrea. I turned my head toward her. The duvet had slipped slightly off her shoulder, exposing a soft curve of skin and a few strands of her messy hair resting on her collarbone. She looked peaceful. Fragile, almost. Her lips were slightly parted, and lashes fanned out over her cheeks. There was a quietness about her in sleep that I rarely got to witness. Like the weight of everything, Jason, the lies, the fights, had finally lifted just enough to let her rest. I could still feel last night in my bones. Every kiss, every whispered word, the way she clung to me like she was trying to forget the world. It hadn’t felt rushed. It hadn’t

Chapter 127Claire's povI stared at the pale blue walls for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. Jason and his family dumped me here. For the wife of a billionaire, I had no special treatment. No VIP suite, no private nurse, and no quiet classical music playing in the background. Just me, a worn-out mattress, and the occasional knock from one of the maids they kept sending.Was this their own way of punishing me for lying to them? And to think Jason was the reason I was here. What if I had died? Didn’t he feel guilty for making me go through all this pain?A week had passed since I was admitted. Seven days of treatments, bland meals, and impersonal care. Not once did Jason visit. Not a single call or message. How cruel can one be? The only visitor who came once was his mother. She didn’t even stay up to ten minutes before she left. Since then, they only sent the maids to deliver necessities to me.I didn’t need to be told the only reason for sending the maids was because o

Chapter 129Andrea's povThe day started off just like any other. I was buried in emails, barely halfway through my morning coffee, when my secretary walked in holding a bouquet of fresh flowers.“These just arrived for you,” she said with a smile, cradling the bouquet carefully like it was made of glass. “Thought I’d bring them in myself.”I blinked at the vibrant petals. The soft scent hit me immediately—familiar, delicate. Peonies. My favorite.A smile tugged at my lips. “Oh… Jake,” I whispered under my breath, my heart doing a little flip. He must’ve sent them. He was getting more romantic every day, and the past few weeks had been nothing but bliss. The dates, the long talks, the easy laughter… even just sitting next to him in silence felt like comfort. Safe. Whole.I reached for the little envelope tucked among the stems and slid out the card.My smile froze.“To the one woman who truly loved me. I’m sorry for the pain I caused you. —Jason.”My fingers went still. The card slip