The Billionaire’s Ex-Wife Vengeance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Diana's POVThat stupid person that ordered me hadn't sent me a message yet. I kept replaying everything in my head. From Reymond showing me evidence of me and then that text message.The message came in at 11:47 a.m."Meet me at the Glass Orchid restaurant. 12:00 p.m. Don’t be late. Come alone."No name. No details. Just instructions, like someone had the right to order me around.I stared at the text for a minute before throwing my phone on the bed. The audacity. After what Reymond did in our last meeting, I wasn’t in the mood for unknown text orders. But curiosity got the better of me. That, and wanting to destroy Vera were the only things I derived joy from.After that, I got a call from my mother.I didn't say anything when I picked the call, I waited for her to talk.“Hello, Diana. How are You?”“I'm fine, mum. Why are you calling me?” I said, sounding uninterested. “You're my daughter. I'm just checking up on you.” “Last I remembered, you didn't support me so except you want

Reymond's POVI left Francis’ place after I sent him the video. Every second I spent watching the video again while he sat there in stunned silence only made my blood boil more. I had to grip the steering wheel tighter on my way back home, trying to stop the heat rising in my throat.Diana had crossed every line. And Francis, I couldn’t even begin to understand how he sat with that kind of guilt. He looked like a man who had watched the ground disappear beneath his feet. Good. He should feel it.When I walked into the house, I found Vera curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her like a baby. She looked up, her eyes red but clear. Not crying anymore. Just waiting.I dropped the keys on the table and walked straight to her."You don’t have to worry," I said, bending down in front of her. "I’m going to get you that contract back."She blinked, confusion flashing across her face. "Rey, it’s gone. They terminated it. Francis made sure of that.""Francis is also the one who’s goi

Diana's POVThe walls of my apartment felt like they were closing in, I saw curled up on the couch, a half empty glass of wine in my hand. I have been consuming a lot of wine lately and I couldn't care less, it calmed me down. My phone lay face up on the table, still and silent. I had called Francis five times now and he was still ignoring my calls.Each ring that ended in voicemail felt like a knife being twisted deep into my chest. I tossed the phone aside and sighed. He was a coward, I couldn't care less if he picked my call or not.“Bastard,” I hissed. “Spineless, weak coward.”All this because of that silly video. I had counted on Francis to handle Vera, to bury her and everything she stood for. Instead, he left me so alone and was angry, how stupid of him. And Reymond? I am going to get you back for what he did.We made a promise. He had sworn that no matter how bad things got, he won't expose me. That video was supposed to be between us and now he uploaded it and ruined my repu

Vera's POVI stood in front of the glass-paneled building Reymond had dropped me off at. It had several floors above, the morning light reflecting off the sleek tall glass building. I took a moment to take a deep breath. I was so excited and nervous at the same time.I pushed the glass door open and entered the building. The place was really beautiful and elegant. It had cream marble floors, a long desk sat at the far end with a woman seated behind it, typing on a sleek keyboard. Then on the other side was a door leading to the other sides, I guess.Framed photos of models in different, unique poses covers lined the walls. Places they also featured in magazines, shows and events were also lined up in picture frames on the wall.At the other side were chairs, a long roll of chairs for people to sit down.From the look of things, the woman sitting there was the receptionist given she was the only person I saw so I approached her.“Good morning,” I said as I got to the desk.The recept

Vera's POVThe first thing I heard was the continuous beep of a machine. My eyes fluttered open slowly, the white ceiling above making me sqùint. I blinked again, my vision adjusting to the brightness around me. I felt cold air touching my cheeks, the light smell of antiseptic in the air.I was so confused, trying to remember where I was and how I got here. Then it hit me. The white walls, the machine, the faint smell of antiseptic, I was in the hospital. But why?Just then, a rush of my memories came back. I had been with Reymond at home, eating, talking, laughing and just enjoying a meal as a married couple when I felt the weakness in my hands, then my chest had gotten tight, my vision became blurry and I couldn't feel my hands again. Then darkness. The last thing I saw was Reymond's panicked face.Speaking of–My eyes drifted to my side, and there he was.Reymond.Asleep in the chair beside my bed, his head laying backwards on the chair. He looked tired and exhausted. He was in hi