บททั้งหมดของ Ex wife’s Revenge : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The sharp sound of glass shattering echoed across the marble-floored living room. The once-soft atmosphere instantly shifted into one of heavy tension, thick enough to choke on.“What is this?” came the voice that followed, cool but commanding, laced with irritation and absolute authority. It belonged to none other than JessicaThe maid standing near the grand white armchair trembled where she stood, her fingers curled tightly into her apron. Her eyes were fixed on the Ground, right where the orange juice had splattered and the shards of expensive crystal now glittered“Y-Your drink, ma’am,” the maid managed to whisper, her voice barely audible and shaking just as badly as her knees.Jessica stepped forward, the soft click of her high heels marking each step like a countdown. “My drink?” she echoed with a sarcastic laugh. “If I recall correctly—and I always do—I specifically told you to add ginger to the orange juice. Now, I want you to use that mouth of yours to tell me: was there an

“Fuck,” Raina muttered under her breath, slapping her arms multiple times as she tried to drive away the swarm of mosquitoes dancing around her. Their tiny wings buzzed mercilessly in her ears, only fueling her frustration. Her skin itched with fresh bitesShe glanced at her phone for the fifth time in two minutes, groaning when she saw the same update. The Uber driver had texted her over ten minutes ago, claiming he was “just around the corner.” Yet here she was, still standing on the roadside, alone, irritated, and becoming a five-star buffet for every mosquito in the area.“Where the hell is this guy?” she muttered, pacing in a small circle.For a brief second, her fingers hovered over her phone screen, her mind contemplating whether or not to call Aaron. Maybe he could send someone to pick her up. But just as quickly as the thought entered her head, she dismissed it with a scoff.“Like hell I’m calling that arrogant prick,” she said to herself. She would rather sleep on the street

“Now that we’re done with that,” Aaron said, his eyes still glued to the tablet in his hand, his fingers swiping through the notifications as if she wasn’t even there, “you can leave. I have a lot of things to do. And like I told you—use tomorrow to prepare. I want you looking your best.” His tone was dismissive, he didn’t even take a single look at her direction Raina stared at him for a beat longer than she should have, as if she was waiting for him to acknowledge her properly, but it was pointless. She sighed inwardly, turned on her heels, and let herself out of his office without saying another word. Once the door shut behind her, she paused. For a few moments, she just stood in the hallway, She was going to be nothing more than a handbag for the next few months. Dressed up. Paraded around. Expected to smile, nod, and be silent. The realization sank in like a stone in water, heavy and cold in her stomach. “Do you need something, ma’am?” The unexpected voice pulled her fro

“What happened to keeping to the rules and respecting boundaries?” Raina snapped, standing in front of Aaron, the toothpaste was still in her hand like it was the last straw holding her sanity together.Aaron groggily rubbed his eyes, still adjusting to the early morning light. His voice was husky and indifferent. “What is this?”Without hesitation, she raised the mangled tube of toothpaste to his face like it was damning evidence in court.“Why did you touch my toothpaste?” she demanded, her brows furrowed and her tone sharp.He blinked at her, then let out a short, amused laugh. “Wait—hold on. So you decided to cause all this drama this morning over… toothpaste?”“Yes,” Raina shot back, not missing a beat, “One that I specifically made it clear you should stay away from.”Aaron scoffed, shaking his head like she was being ridiculous. “Let’s rephrase that, Mrs. You told me not to touch a toothpaste that I bought? Do you even hear how crazy that sounds?”“That’s not the point!” Raina’

“Why… why must there always be one issue or the other when you two meet?” Donald asked, his voice heavy with exhaustion and long-standing disappointment. He stood tall in the hallway outside the boardroom, hands behind his back, casting glances between Aaron and Elise. His words weren’t directed at anyone in particular—more like a question he’d asked himself countless times“There’s no issue here, darling,” Elise said, her voice dripping with innocence as she took a step closer to him. “I was just giving Aaron some good advice. Advice I’m sure he’ll take seriously,” she added with a sly smile, reaching forward to gently run her finger along Donald’s beard.Aaron clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes so hard it almost hurt. The sight of Elise playing doting partner in front of his father made him nauseous. He had seen too many sides of her—none of which were as sweet as the one she was putting on right now“You know we’re at work,” Donald muttered, pulling slightly away from Elise’s tou