All Chapters of Ex-wife Revenge : Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

It was already past seven in the evening by the time I finished work. I almost went to meet Mia, the address she sent still sitting in my messages, but I could not bring myself to go. The fear of seeing her face, of hearing her accuse me of sleeping with her husband, pressed guilt into my chest like a stone.So instead of meeting her, I chose to meet him at the hotel by eight.The road was chaos. Horns blared endlessly while the red tail lights stretched like a glowing chain through the traffic. My headache pulsed in rhythm with the sound. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, whispering under my breath for the cars to move faster.After a long, heavy drive that felt like forever, I finally pulled into the hotel parking lot. My pulse quickened as I checked my phone. 7:57 p.m. I hated being late.I stumbled out, fixing my jacket tightly around me. The hotel’s warm air brushed against my skin as I stepped inside, my heels clicking on the marble floor with every step. I tried to move qui

“Please… please,” the words escaped my mouth before I intended them to, the salt from my sweat stinging my eyes. “That is over 40 million dollars and your husband still lies to everyone that he’s broke. He is a monster!” he smirked with gritted teeth. “Please, let me go,” I pleaded, my voice shaking, but he wouldn't listen. In that moment, desperation filled my head. I leaned forward and bit his hand hard enough to taste the salt of his skin. He grunted and jerked back, his grip slipping. I shoved him away with the strength I didn’t know I still had. Sweat poured down my face. My hands trembled as I tried to catch my breath. The uneasiness washed over me again when Noah’s footsteps echoed from the staircase. His expression paused midway, eyes narrowing as if he had noticed something—or someone. I exhaled sharply to calm my racing nerves and forced a grin. My legs felt heavy as I crossed the room, reaching for my jacket and bag. “Well then, I'll leave you guys to talk,” I mu

It has been over thirty minutes since I regained consciousness. I could finally feel myself breathing again, but my body was still weak. The headache was still there, stubborn and sharp, thumping behind my eyes every time I blinked. I forced myself up and marched to Dr Andrew’s office to say thank you. I owed him that much. My legs felt heavy, but I made it to his door and stepped inside. I sat across from him, the warm tea he offered sitting between my hands like the only thing keeping them steady. Who would have thought that the man I tried to ignore, the one I distanced myself from because I feared he saw me that night at the hotel with Henry, would now be the person who saved my life. “He visited all the nearby hospitals, and about a year I started treating him,” I paused, my voice low. “It looked like he had OCD, so I was persuading him to see a neuropsychiatrist.” I took a slow sip from the cup. “But he didn't listen, did he?” Dr Andrew said. “That is because he thinks you

I arrived home at dawn with alcohol still warm in my veins and regret cold in my bones. I drank myself half blind last night because I needed silence in my head. I wanted my heart to be free, to be empty, to be numb. But even the alcohol could not drown anything.The scene kept replaying itself. The shattered glass. The upside down car. My mother’s blood splattered across the road like someone painted the asphalt with her life. It would not leave my mind. It would not leave me alone. I drank until my vision blurred yet the memory remained sharp enough to cut me.I was tired. Suffocating. Dying a little every minute. I cried until even breathing felt like pain. Anyone who saw me today would know immediately by my swollen face that something inside me had broken.My mother died because my father cheated on her and beat her. Now I was stuck with a cheating husband and a life falling apart the same way hers did. The fear alone was eating through my ribs.I showered and dressed for work ev