Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex-wife Revenge : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

“Hello?” My voice cracked, low, bitterness clawing its way into every syllable.Silence.There was a pause so long it felt like a knife twisting inside me. My heart raced, pounding against my ribs. And in a second my breaths turned uneven, shaky, loud enough that the phone carried every sobbing sound I tried to swallow.And then, she finally speaks.“He really is seeing a woman,” her words came low, heavy with sorrow on the other end.The world fell apart around me. My chest caved in as if the ground had given way. A cry tore out of me very raw and broken, filling the quiet around me. I couldn't hold it as tears spilled fast, hot, and merciless, streaming down my face like they had been waiting all this time. My throat tightened until I could barely breathe. Each gasp came ragged, desperate, choking with sobs, as if the very air had betrayed me too.I bite my lip hard, trying to muffle the sobs clawing out of me, but the taste of blood only deepens the ache. My hands shook violently,

I pressed the key fob twice, the trunk unlocked and instantly, my eyes landed on the emptiness of it. All I could find was a microfiber towel, wash soap, and a stiff-bristle brush. I scattered it all in search of any clue, but there were none, causing me to throw down the soap I was holding. I exhale hard closing the trunk. I headed straight to the front passenger seat and before I could enter, my gaze landed on Mrs Walton who was smiling playfully at their seat.I pressed the glove compartment and all I could find was a power bank. I emerged to the driver's side and to the back seat and I didn’t find anything suspicious. I closed the car door as my mind started whispering the word “trunk.”Opening the trunk again, I put my mind at rest, searching slowly now. I couldn’t find anything. There was none and I'm going crazy already. My head is burning so tight. I exhale hard burying my face in my hands with a quick load of tears streaming down as I bite on my lips.I reach for the top of t

“Liar, it was all a lie,” I spat angrily, and with a final twist, I yanked the scalpel loose. The world seemed to pause as a spray of blood dusted my face. His body collapsed, gasping for breath, and my jaw tightened with savage triumph.“We will both die together!” I screamed, desperation splitting my throat.They all trembled back, shifting away from their seats, running backward for their dear lives. Tears streaked hot down my cheeks, but my laughter was wild, and brokenness filled the air. Their fear was sweet in my ears, even as my heart begged for release.I saw Isabella collapse in a moment. Her body trembled as my gaze latched onto her, my chest seething with rage until a voice, sharp and familiar, cut through.“Mom, mom?”My head whipped toward the sound. William. He was running toward me, his voice breaking the haze. Reality cracked.“What?” My voice rasped low, hoarse, like I was speaking only to myself.“Did you find the camera? Let me take the photos.”I was muted, I cou

Emma’s povAfter steadying my nerves, I decided to greet Charlotte and thank her for coming. I spotted her seated with Mia, my friend, cracking up jokes together.“I hope the venue is comfortable enough,” I asked softly as I reached for their table.Charlotte flashed me a grin. “I absolutely love it,” she said then pressed. “Anyway, it seems like your marriage is still quite passionate. Should we look forward to a second child?” She whispered as if afraid others might overhear. Her words coaxed a smile from me, one I didn’t mean but wore anyway.“Miss Isabella, how are you?” I asked, turning to her.“I’m having a blast,” she murmured, her gaze grazing over me with something too sharp to be friendly.“None of the guests here are your peers or your acquaintances. I wonder what can be so fun,” I said, forcing, a grin.The table fell silent until Mia broke it. “Isabella teaches Pilates at the Pilates center I go to.”“Really?” I asked, feigning interest, shifting my gaze to Isabella.She

Amara left feeling shameful and embarrassed towards herself. But before she left, she logged into her instagram account. Her hands trembled slightly as she shoved her phone at me.Isabella’s page.Dozens of pictures.Noah’s arm around her waist, his smile bright, his eyes lit in a way they hadn’t been for me in months.I stared, jaw locked, eyes burning. Her attempt to redeem herself only made the ache sharper.But as soon as Noah entered, she took her leave. He was more drunk than I have ever seen, very reek of whiskey, tie loosened, grin careless and anything I couldn’t name. And I could see he really enjoyed himself out there without having to bother about being caught by me.I spent the night on the couch, my head pressed to the armrest, my skin stinging from his earlier outburst. Sleep came in broken pieces.***So early this morning, I received a message that I should report to the hospital over a sudden incident and I have to leave my personal problem as it is part of the agree