บททั้งหมดของ Ex wife’s Revenge : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Lucas’s office door flew open with a loud bang, slamming against the wall as he stormed inside, fury practically radiating off him. He didn’t bother to close the door behind him. His fists clenched, his jaw was tight, and the scowl on his face could have shattered glass. Elise followed closely behind, her heels clicking against the floor as she tried to keep up.“You need to talk to him, Mom!” Lucas snapped, pacing the length of his office like a caged animal. “Why did he do this? I was so close—so close—to getting what we want. What we deserve. And now he just throws everything into chaos. Why would he ruin it all like this?”Elise closed the office door gently behind her and stepped further into the room, her arms folded. “Lucas, calm down and talk to me. What happened? What did he say?”Lucas turned sharply, his face red from frustration. “To think—having an heir wasn’t already a massive enough requirement—he went ahead and added another one!” He stopped mid-stride, suddenly narrow

“And she doesn’t even know how to design the dress properly. I mean, if you’re going to steal someone’s design, at least do it well,” Ariel said, holding the sleeves if the dressRaina stared at the dress for a long moment. It was a dress she’d sketched and developed months ago and the tailoring was off. The color palette was completely wrong. It lacked the soul, the story behind the design.She let out a soft sigh and said. “On a normal day, I would’ve been furious seeing this,” she said. “But I can’t afford to be mad anymore. It’s not my design. Rainwoven doesn’t belong to me now.”Ariel’s eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms. “Okay, see, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. You need to stop beating yourself up like this. I thought your mood was just a one-time thing, but lately, all you do is bring it up. You’re spiraling, Raina. And since your driver’s not here yet, we’ve got a few minutes—so we’re going to talk about it. Properly.”Without waiting for Raina’s agreement, Ariel

“I’ll just go drop this upstairs and then I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Raina said politely, offering Margaret a small smile before she turned and made her way up the staircase, each step feeling heavier than the last.As she walked, a flurry of uneasy thoughts crowded her mind. This was the second time Aaron’s mother had specifically requested to speak with her, and Raina hadn’t forgotten how uncomfortable the first conversation had been. It wasn’t just the cold tone or the dismissive words—there was something deeply unsettling about being under Margaret’s scrutiny. Why did she want to talk again? Was it because Raina had dared to ask if she’d done something wrong? Did that somehow offend her?She entered the room and gently placed the shopping bag on the bed. Thet rustling of the fabric inside felt oddly loud in the room. Sitting at the edge of the bed, Raina slowly removed off her heels, setting them carefully by the wardrobe.Aaron still hadn’t told her what to say if any of hi

After everything Aaron had just heard from his father, his mood was dark and heavy. He leaned back against the leather seat in the back of the car, closing his eyes briefly as the driver maneuvered through the city traffic.“I just want to get home, shut everything out, and have some damn peace,” he thought bitterly.Tomorrow was the auction event—one of the biggest of the year—and he had a lot riding on it. He’d reminded Raina earlier to pick out a nice dress for the evening. Last time, it had been their personal tailor who dressed her, and to his surprise, she had looked absolutely stunning. The moment they walked into the room together, he noticed the stares. Heads had turned. Men, women, everyone had taken notice of her.But this time was different. She was picking the dress herself. And given her modest, working-class background, he couldn’t help but worry that she might choose something… underwhelming. Maybe even cheap. He wasn’t trying to be harsh, but appearances mattered at t

Aaron’s eyes snapped open sharply, his brows furrowed in irritation. At first, he thought the constant tugging on the duvet was part of a dream—but no, it wasn’t. The movements were real and persistent. Raina was at it again, pulling the blanket to her side like it was a competition she needed to win in her sleep. The once neatly laid bed now looked like a battlefield.He groaned softly, shifting slightly to glance at the clock on the nightstand. 7:00 a.m.“Perfect,” he muttered to himself with a tired sigh. His gaze moved toward the other side of the bed where Raina lay, curled up like a cat, completely unaware of the chaos she was causing. She shifted again, turning over and flinging her leg across his. The pillow barrier they had carefully placed between them last night was long gone—obliterated during her restless sleep. Somehow, she had managed to conquer most of the bed, leaving him clinging to the edge like a castaway on a raft.This was the first time they had ever spent the e