All Chapters of Ex-Husband’s Nemesis: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 71Andrea POVAfter my meeting with Claire, I stayed in my room. I didn’t want to see anyone. Didn’t want to talk. The walls felt safer than faces I couldn’t trust.My mom had knocked earlier, asking if I was okay, but I didn’t even open the door. I just told her I was tired.Truth was, I wasn’t tired. I was shutting down.I lay curled up on my bed, staring at the ceiling like it held answers I couldn’t find. My phone buzzed a few times, but I ignored it. I wasn’t in the mood for any conversations. I didn’t even have the energy to pretend I was okay.Everything felt loud in my head. Jason. The wire. The look on Claire’s face when I questioned her. I was falling apart, and I knew it. Maybe I should’ve handled it differently. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone to that damn lunch at all. Now Jason was somewhere laughing, probably celebrating. He had won—again—and I was stuck here, dragging the blade of regret over fresh wounds.A soft knock at the door broke through the silence.I shut

Chapter 73Andrea’s POVMy eyes were open before the alarm even went off.I hadn’t slept much after Jake left my room last night. I’d been looking forward to this morning—I was too anxious to relax, my nerves were too shot to sleep. And even when I dozed off, my dreams still had me face-to-face with Jason in his office, rehearsing the confrontation over and over again.I pushed myself upright, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. As I sat there, blinking against the early light, my eyes caught the soft glow of my phone screen on the nightstand. I reached for it, thumbing through my messages lazily.That’s when I saw it—the last message from the anonymous sender.It hit me. There hadn’t been any new messages since the accident in Seattle. Had they given up tormenting me? Or… if it was Jason all along, had he decided to end his little hide-and-seek game?My thumb hovered over the screen. Just as I was about to drop the phone back down, it vibrated in my hand.Claire.Why was she c

Chapter 75 Jason’s eyes were still locked on the document. He kept flipping the pages aggressively. Each time he flipped to another page, his face grew paler, and his jaw clenched so tight I could practically hear the tension in his teeth.I felt a strange mix of power and control bubbling beneath my skin. This was the moment Jake and I have been waiting for. Watching it happen live, I felt so fulfilled. I turned to Jake, and I could feel he felt the same way through the quiet pride in his eyes.Jake leaned forward casually, elbows resting on his knees. “Why do you look so surprised? Nothing is hidden under the sun,” he said smoothly.Jason didn’t respond. His nostrils flared.“You’ve got a hell of a system,” Jake continued, calm but cutting. “Fake vendors. Shell companies. Offshore accounts. Honestly, it’s impressive… and illegal.”Jason finally looked up. His eyes were blazing red. “Where the hell did you get this?” he demanded.“That should be the least of your problems right now,

Chapter 77Andrea’s POV“Andrea, you’ve barely touched your food,” my mum’s voice cut through the quiet dining room.My fork froze halfway to my mouth. I blinked like I was just waking up from a long nap. The scent of roasted chicken and garlic rice hit me all over again, for a moment i forgot i was having dinner with my parents.“Oh… sorry,” I muttered, setting the fork down slowly. “I didn’t realize.”“You’ve been staring at the wall for the past ten minutes,” my dad said, setting down his glass of water. “Are you alright?”I nodded too quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”But I wasn’t here. Not completely. My mind was still stuck in Jason’s office—replaying every word, every twitch of his jaw, every glance exchanged between him, Jake, and me. The way his pride cracked when he saw the file. The look in his eyes when he realized we weren’t bluffing.It was like that memory had taken up all the space in my head. I barely remembered anything else right now.“You’re not letting all this scandal n

Chapter 79Claire’s POVJason’s arm was heavy across my waist, his breath warm and steady against the back of my neck. He was snoring softly—completely at peace, like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just slammed me against the wall a few hours ago and wrapped his hand around my throat like I was an enemy in his way and not a woman he claimed to love.I lay there wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel it again—his fingers digging in, the panic clawing up my throat, the way my legs gave out under me. My heart wouldn’t slow down. My chest still felt tight, like I hadn’t fully caught my breath since.Though he had apologized and promised it would never happen again, could I count on his words? I had never seen him like this before—not toward me. For the first time since we became an item, I was scared. I was terrified of him.I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him. I turned to look at him. He looked so calm in his sleep. Like nothing was ea