All Chapters of RISE OF THE EX WIFE : Mona's Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1 Mona stood alone in the corner of the sparkling ballroom, her eyes constantly drifting to the entrance doors. Emily Caldwell's birthday celebration swirled around her, but Mona's mind was elsewhere, replaying this morning's unexpected intimacy with Samuel. She smiled to herself, fingers absently tracing the rim of her champagne glass. After months of cold distance, Samuel had finally reached for her, his touch tender in a way she'd almost forgotten. Perhaps after five years of marriage, they were turning a corner at last. "He should be here by now," she whispered, checking the ornate clock. Samuel had promised to meet her after his meeting. "Just save me a dance," he'd said with a wink before leaving their bedroom, his lips still warm on her forehead. Two women passed by, their conversation faltering as they noticed her. They exchanged glances before hurrying away, whispers trailing behind them. Mona frowned. All evening, she'd noticed strange looks, hushed conversations

Chapter 3 The rain beat down on Mona as she stumbled away from the Caldwell mansion. Her ruined dress clung to her skin, wine and rain mixing together in pink streams down her legs. The cold cut through her, but it was nothing compared to the pain tearing at her heart. She had nowhere to go. No home. No money. Not even a phone to call for help. But there had to be someone who would take her in, just for tonight. Someone who would believe her side of the story. With shaking hands, Mona fumbled with her small purse, the only thing they'd let her keep. Inside was nothing but her driver's license and a few coins. Just enough for a payphone. She spotted one at the corner gas station, a relic from another time. Her bare feet stung as she made her way across the rough pavement, each step sending pain shooting up her legs. The phone booth smelled of cigarettes and old rain, but it offered shelter from the downpour. Mona's fingers trembled as she dropped in the coins and dialed the first n

Chapter 5 The women's shelter smelled of bleach and sadness. Mona stood in line, hugging herself, still wearing her ruined dress that cost more than most people made in a month. "Name?" The tired worker barely looked up from her computer. "Mona... Lowes," she said, catching herself before using her real name. Emily had eyes everywhere. "First time homeless?" *Homeless*. The word hit Mona like a slap. Just yesterday, she'd slept in a mansion. "Take this shower token. Clean clothes are in that bin. No fancy stuff here, attracts the wrong attention." The shower room was basic, cracked tiles, rusty pipes. Mona peeled off her once-beautiful dress. The donated clothes felt strange against her skin: faded jeans, a stretched-out t-shirt, worn sneakers. Everything too big, making her feel like a child playing dress-up. "Bed 47," the worker told her. "Lights out at 10." The sleeping room was packed with women, the air thick with coughing and quiet crying. "First night's always the hard

Chapter 7 Mona huddled under the bridge, her body numb with cold as darkness settled around her. The water below moved silently, black and endless, much like the emptiness inside her chest. She hadn't moved for hours, hadn't eaten, hadn't even cried. There were no tears left. Emily's voice echoed in her mind: "This is just the beginning. By tonight, you'll have no reputation, no shelter, no future." She'd been right. As always. The Caldwells had taken everything - her home, her money, her dignity. And now, with their visit to the shelter, they'd taken her last refuge. Her last shred of hope. What was left? A ghost in borrowed clothes. A nobody with nowhere to go. Night fell completely, the air growing bitter cold. Mona barely felt it. What was cold compared to the ice that had formed around her heart? With trembling hands, she reached into her small plastic bag, pulling out the few items that were "hers" - the donated toothbrush, the comb with missing teeth, the thin jacket Rose

The Caldwell mansion glowed like a jewel, dripping with light from crystal chandeliers that sparkled over the city's richest people. Emily had gone all out for Samuel and Lora's engagement party, with ice statues, flowing champagne fountains, and mountains of flowers that filled the air with sickly-sweet perfume. "To the perfect couple!" Emily raised her glass, standing on the grand staircase like a queen. Her dress, which cost more than most people's cars, caught the light as she turned to face her guests. "Finally, my son has found a woman truly worthy of the Caldwell name!" The crowd cheered wildly. Lora stood beside Samuel, glowing in a tight white gown that showed off her perfect figure. Her enormous diamond ring flashed like a weapon when she raised her hand to make sure everyone noticed it. "I still can't believe Samuel wasted five whole years with that pathetic charity case," Sarah, Samuel's sister, said loudly enough for everyone to hear. "What was her name again? Mona some