All Chapters of Revenge of Billionaire's Ex-Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The sound of car horns echoed back and forth on the Washington freeway that afternoon. The lights of the vehicles formed a long line that flickered erratically. Amidst the chaos, a black car sped along—out of control.“Malic! Focus on driving!” Axton shouted from the back seat, gripping Moreen’s trembling hand.“I... I’m sleepy, sir...” Malic replied weakly, stuttering. His eyes struggled to stay open, but his eyelids kept drooping.“Stop! Pull over now!” Axton shouted, panicking.But it was too late.The front tire skidded, colliding with the road barrier. Moreen’s scream split the car cabin.“Axton...!”BRAAAKK!!A violent collision shook the entire vehicle. The car spun wildly, colliding with another vehicle coming from the opposite direction. Glass shattered. Metal clanged. Smoke began to fill the front of the car. The alarm blared, adding to the uncontrollable panic.Moreen collapsed beside the door, blood flowing from her temple. Meanwhile, Axton was trapped between the seat and

Sunlight streamed through the large window on the twenty-fifth floor of the Almero Group building. Behind the glass sat a woman in a beige formal suit, her hair neatly tied in a low bun. Her face was focused, her eyes scanning every sheet of important documents neatly arranged on her desk.Angelina—now the CEO of Almero Group.The world that once seemed so far out of reach now felt like it bowed under her command. Everything changed the moment Derox appointed her to lead the massive company. She no longer lived a modest life. Now, she owned a luxury apartment in the city center and had two personal bodyguards who shadowed her nearly non-stop—day and night. She didn’t even have to drive herself to work anymore.But this morning, beneath all the luxury, her thoughts were stuck on one name: Axton.Her ex-husband, now lying weak in a hospital bed.Angelina never thought she’d care again—but some wounds never truly heal.Click!A soft knock followed by the door opening snapped her out of h

That afternoon, the air felt stifling for Evelyn. Nothing could quell her fury after hearing that Moreen had cast aside Axton, her son, who now lay helpless in a hospital bed.Without a second thought, Evelyn stormed toward the old house owned by Maria—Moreen’s mother—which now served as her daughter-in-law’s home. Harsh knocks echoed across the yard, accompanied by her sharp voice.“MOREEN! GET OUT HERE!”The door creaked open. Moreen stood in the doorway, wearing a casual dress, her face as cold as ice. Evelyn barged in without asking permission.“Moreen, I can’t believe you’re this cruel!” Evelyn snapped, jabbing a finger toward Moreen’s face. “While my son lies helpless, you leave him like some rotting corpse!”Moreen didn’t flinch. She folded her arms and met Evelyn’s gaze head-on.“I’m still young, Mommy. My life’s too complicated to spend it chained to a useless man who can’t even take care of himself.”Evelyn froze. “What did you just say?”“Axton isn’t the only man in this wo

This morning, the atmosphere at Almero Group’s office felt unusually quiet. Sunlight filtered through the large glass windows of the director’s office, falling directly onto Angelina’s desk piled with important documents. She had been sitting in the plush chair for less than an hour when the phone on her desk suddenly rang. Her secretary’s voice sounded panicked. “Excuse me, Madam, Mrs. Evelyn is here to see you. She says it’s very important.”Angelina froze for a moment. The name alone made her heartbeat quicken. Yet, with a calm tone, she replied, “Send her in.”The door opened. Evelyn stepped in, her face full of unease. Without any pleasantries, she spoke right away, her voice trembling with emotion. “Angelina, I came to beg you.”Angelina eyed the older woman doubtfully. “Did I hear you correctly, the esteemed Mrs. Evelyn?” Her tone dripped with sarcasm.“Don’t toy with a mother who’s fighting for her son’s life,” Evelyn’s voice quivered.“All right, your time is short, so… speak

Hans froze in place when he felt Angelina’s body suddenly go limp in his arms. His original intention had only been to tease her—a simple attempt to coax a smile from her tense face. But the reaction he got made his breath hitch.“Angelina? Hey… wake up.” Hans lightly patted her cheek, hoping she would open her eyes. But there was no response. “Damn it…” he muttered, panic beginning to take over.Without wasting a second, Hans scooped her into his arms. His footsteps were quick and determined as he headed to the car parked in the office basement. A few employees who saw them could only stare, not daring to ask questions. In his heart, Hans prayed this was nothing more than exhaustion.Once they reached the mansion, Hans immediately called his personal doctor. “Come to the house right now and examine someone. She’s unconscious,” he ordered, his voice firm, leaving no room for refusal.While waiting for the doctor, Hans laid Angelina on his private bedroom’s bed—a room rarely occupied b