Semua Bab Hell Has No Fury: His Ex Wife Revenge: Bab 101 - Bab 110

REBECCA’S POVWhy do I even bother?My eyes skimmed over the tablet in my hand as I blinked, confused.It was everywhere.News of my supposed relationship with Kendrick Reyes.We hadn’t even spoken since he made that stupid announcement.Like—what the fuck was he even thinking?Knock! Knock!My eyes darted toward the door, and I exhaled. “Come in,” I mumbled under my breath.The door opened and Jessica strolled in.“Jess, where have you been?”Jessica’s lips pursed into a pout. She spread her arms wide and jumped onto my bed, throwing herself into my arms and hugging me tightly.“I knew it! I knew it!” she squealed.My body shifted to the side as she kept giggling like an idiot. “Tell me when it started. How could you be dating my brother and not tell me?”I tapped her back, trying to breathe. “Um—Jess? I need air.”“Right,” she said quickly, pulling away but still holding onto my hands. “So go on. I want to know everything about you and my brother.”I stretched a little and cleared m

REBECCA'S POV"Are you the pretty lady that saved my mom?" he asked, and the smile that covered my face was something I hadn't felt in a while.Will, before he was taken away from me, used to compliment me whenever I did my makeup or got a new dress."He’d say, 'Mom, you’re so beautiful. I want to be beautiful like you.'" His eyes would light up and he would give me a thumbs up with both hands.Then I’d laugh and tap the tip of his nose as he recoiled. "Boys grow up to be handsome and not beautiful, so you’ll grow up to be like your dad. Don’t worry, Will, I’ll make sure to give you a little sister who would look like me," I would say.Indeed, my little boy did grow up to be like his father."Miss Belmont, are you okay?" Alyssa's voice brought me back to reality, and that was when I felt a tear trying to slide down my cheek.I wiped the tear off immediately, forcing a smile, and then I beckoned to the little boy. "Come inside so we can have dinner together and then..." my voice traile

KENDRICK’S POV "Did you just call me old?"The words exploded out of me before I could stop them. My fingers curled so tight into the edge of the table I was half-convinced I’d leave splinters in the wood. My pulse pounded in my temples, hot and blinding, and for a moment, all I could see was red. I wanted to cross the room, rip him off her lap, and remind everyone in this damn house exactly who she belonged to.But I didn’t move.I stayed rooted to my chair, locked in place by some last shred of self-control, even as every muscle in my body screamed at me to act.He didn’t even flinch. Just looked at me—wide-eyed, calm, and completely unbothered. Like I was the child in the room.“Uncle,” he said slowly, like I needed help understanding, “you’re being loud. I don't think Pretty lady doesn’t like loud.”Becca tried to hold it in. Really, she did. But that laugh—it slipped out, soft and sweet, like a knife straight to my ribs. She turned her head, biting her lip, pretending it was

KENDRICK’S POV The moment I reached my study door, I yanked it open like it had insulted me personally, slammed it shut behind me, and let out a growl I’d been trying to choke down all damn evening.The sound echoed in the quiet room, loud enough to feel stupid about.Goddamn it.I scrubbed a hand over my face. The place smelled like old books, leather, and me. Normally comforting. Tonight it felt like a coffin.I paced.Once. Twice.Three times.Finally, I gave up, leaning back against the door and letting my head thunk against it with a dull thud.“Old,” I muttered, tasting the word like it was poison.He’d called me old.He was probably 4 or 5 years old. And the little punk had somehow managed to get under my skin more effectively than half the assholes I’d done business with.I let out another furious exhale.It wasn’t just the insult.It was her.Becca, with her snort of laughter she tried to hide behind her hand. That tiny, unguarded crack in her armor.“Becca,” I groaned, dra

REBECCA’S POVI slammed the wheel as Alyssa’s words sank in.“Emergency session?” I snapped. “When?”Alyssa exhaled on the line, voice trembling a little. “This evening, Miss Belmont. 5 PM sharp. They said they expect you to be there with a final update on the Reyes collaboration.”My fingers dug into the steering wheel, leaving half-moon indentations in the leather.Of course. Of course they'd pull this.“They’re setting me up,” I said, my voice low, furious. “That bastard Felix is behind this. I told him them get Reyes to sign, and now he’s trying to call my bluff.”Alyssa sounded nervous. “I’m sorry, Miss Belmont. I tried to get more time—”I cut her off. “It’s not your fault. He’s always been a snake. Always. I should have known he’d pull this the second I filed the divorce.”My ex-husband. Felix Sterling. The man who would sell his own mother if it got him two votes on the board. He was the one orchestrating this—forcing an impossible timeline, betting I’d fail. Then he’d swoop i