All Chapters of Ex-wife Revenge : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

After the call with Bella, I waited until the house fell quiet before slipping out. His car key sat on the counter — careless, like he trusted my foolishness too much. The rain had just begun, whispering against the roof as I stepped outside.I made my way to the parking lot, my pulse thudding in my ears. The trunk creaked when I lifted it. My fingers trembled as I pulled up the carpet, then the hidden organizer cover I wanted to snap the evidence I saw the past 1 month that he had kept a secret, and then everything will be over. My eyes widened in shock, it was all empty.The world tilted for a moment, the rain drowning out the sound of my heartbeat.***“I came to you in trust because you and Mr. Walton’s wife are acquainted.”I nodded, keeping my voice calm. “I’m afraid your results show you’ve contracted gonorrhea. It’s treatable — antibiotics will clear it up.”“How embarrassing,” she murmured, eyes darting away.“There's no need to be. It's common among adults,” I said gently,

I didn’t hear from Bella all night. My messages sat there — delivered, unread. The silence clawed at me. Sleep never came, and neither did Noah. By morning, my mind was a battlefield of what-ifs.“Dr Emma, I will see you in two weeks,” the old woman said as I escorted her out.“During that time, please be mindful of your diet,” I said as we approached her daughter, who seemed to have brought her here.“Thank you.”“You're welcome. Have a safe trip home.”I was about to turn when I heard a voice from the receptionist counter.“I'm here to see Dr. Emma. She's the associate director… oh there she is.”My jaw dropped when I took a turn as my gaze landed on Bella's arrogant boyfriend. His lips curled into a smile as his gaze landed on me. My mind raced for any possibility, pounding faster. He paced closer to me and sneered as if he had held some of my hidden secrets. “Shall we talk inside or out here?”I rolled my eyes then gestured with my hand. “Inside.”By the time we're in my office,

Bella’s call was a revival of hope for me — but a shattered one at the same time.She told me she’d been followed by her arrogant boyfriend the night I asked her to check on Noah. He trailed her all the way to the apartment I rented for her, ever since she agreed to help me. He threatened to expose her for spying on Isabella and even took the camera as proof. In the struggle to get it back, he beat her.She sent me her pictures the moment our call ended. My heart tightened seeing the bruises — her once lively face now pale, swollen, and painted with pain.But despite it all, she said she’d managed to build a bond with Isabella — close enough that Isabella had confided the secret of her affair with Noah.So this evening I was ironing clothes, Noah and William sat across each other in the living room. My phone buzzed and Bella’s name popped up the moment the screen light up. I picked it since there were ear pods in my ear. I waited for her to speak before saying anything but the voice t

At a point, a part of me wanted to turn back but the other overcame it. I stood in front of room 407, my hands scratching the card like the way the pain is eating me up. I glance at the lobby, checking if anyone was noticing me. It was all empty. No movement, only me, just Emma. I swallowed hard and leaned forward, scanning the pass card and the pad light green. I press the doorknob and swing the door open. His eyes darted as he saw me at the entrance. My jaw dropped the moment our gaze met. I remain close to the door, a flicker of guilt washing through me. But the next thing I know, my black dress has fallen to my knees, and I am naked except for my heel sandals.My nipples are painfully erect as he looks at me. His blue eyes take their sweet time ravaging my body.Fuck. He hasn't even touched me yet, but I'm already so wet. I step out of my dress, pulling off my heel sandal, and walk towards him. Before I could think, his lips came crashing down on mine. A soft moan escaped me

The moment I darted out of Henry’s office, my heels hit the marble floor like a gavel pounding on everything wrong in my life.Each click echoed through the hall — judgment, regret, chaos.By the time I reached the parking lot, my breath was ragged, my pulse wild. I slammed the car door shut and leaned back against the seat, staring at my trembling hands on the wheel.How did I end up here?How could Noah be so broke, so careless with all the money he took from me and the loans? Where is all the damn money going?The engine hummed to life. I pressed the gas, the tunnel lights streaking past my windshield like falling stars.Then — her car.Mia.My chest seized. The sight of her sleek white Audi made my throat tighten.I froze, fingers trembling as I rolled my window up.She was right there, and I couldn’t bring myself to face her. Our cars passed, metal sliding past metal, and for a moment I swear she paused, maybe even looked back. My pulse roared in my ears as I sped out of the tun