Semua Bab 365 Days To Ruin My Ex Husband’s Life : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Chapter 71: Mirror, Mirror, Vicky RogersDay 25/365VICKYMy social media was one of my favorite places to be. I couldn’t stop admiring how beautiful I looked—from my wedding photos to the vacation, and even the hotel opening pictures. I had a whole fanbase. It was as though the name Rogers came with its own fame.Maybe it was time I actually pursued what I’ve always wanted to do—modeling and fashion. I remember mentioning this to Williams, and he immediately said, “Valerie would do a better job. I doubt you would even fit into any of those dresses you admire so much.”I could, in fact, fit into those dresses. But Williams loved to look down on me. Always had. I scrolled down to check my post views—and of course, Valerie was there.“Ahhh! Wish that was you, huh?” I burst into laughter.I hadn’t even done anything yet. I hadn’t started. But I knew Valerie was blowing hot with jealousy. She was the type that always wanted what I wanted. Maybe that was why she went after Williams. She wa

Chapter 73: The Alley. Day 25/365VICKYImmediately I left the yacht premises, I stood outside for a moment, waiting for Rue. But he was nowhere to be found. I decided to put a call across.“Hey… are you on your way?” I asked.“Judging from your tone, I’m guessing you’re no longer with the girls,” he replied.I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. “Yeah, we can drop the act now. You said you’d pick me up soon. I really don’t know this area.”“I did. And I’m on my way. But there might be a delay. There was an accident and the traffic is crazy. Maybe wait for me in a nearby café or something…”“Oh, uhm… how about I just call a taxi? You might be stuck in traffic for a long time.” i sighed clearly frustrated. “A taxi? Just stay around the area. I’ll be there soon.” Rue objected . “The ladies are going to come out and see me lurking around, and it’ll be embarrassing because I left the party early saying you were coming to get me. Don’t worry about it—I’ll call a taxi.”Rue didn’t ar

Chapter 75: The Gallery GhostDay 26/365VICKY.I couldn’t sleep.It wasn’t one of those nights where I was tossing and turning and overthinking stuff… it was worse. I just laid there, completely still, afraid to blink too much. Afraid to sleep. Afraid I’d wake up and see someone standing over me.The smell wouldn’t leave my memory — dead fish. Like something rotten had kissed my skin and stained my thoughts.I reached for my diary.The only thing that ever truly hears me.“Dear Diary,I was assaulted.I didn’t die.But I was afraid I would.He chased me through the alley and I ran like my life depended on it. Because it did. When he hit me, I felt like I left my body. And now… now I can’t stop remembering. The sound of my own scream, the smell of him, the way I felt when I dropped at Rue’s feet and cried like a baby…”I didn’t realize I had drifted off. My pen was still in my hand when I woke up, and my diary was lying open on my stomach.I blinked a few times and sat up slowly.Head

Chapter 77: The Shift in the GameDay 26/365VICKY.The moment we pulled into the driveway, I unlocked the door and stepped out before Rue could say a word. The porch lights were already on, and I could hear the distant hum of the night insects—but none of that mattered right now. My head was spinning. Not because I was confused. But because things were starting to add up.Rue shut the car door and jogged lightly to meet up with me.“Vicky.”I kept walking.“Vicky, wait—talk to me,” he called again, and this time, I stopped just a few feet from the front door.I turned slowly. “You really want to know?”He nodded. “You said it was Williams. The guy from the alley. Why do you think that?”I tilted my head slightly, folding my arms. “You really don’t see it?”“Help me understand.”“First off… the smell,” I said flatly. “That disgusting rotten fish cologne—remember I used to complain about it when I was married to him? That stupid ‘ocean musk’ scent he swore was masculine? The guy that a

Chapter 79: A Threat in InkValerie adjusted the strap of her silk robe and crossed her legs, letting out a soft sigh as she sat on the edge of the leather couch in Williams’ Manhattan penthouse. The room smelled of her vanilla-scented hair serum and morning stress.It wasn’t even 10 a.m., and the conversation had already looped around the same topic for the third time.“Barth’s stalling again,” Williams said, jaw tight as he paced the floor. “He’s suddenly saying he needs more time. Playing wise old man, acting like he’s the board’s moral compass.”Valerie rolled her eyes. “He’s confused and ancient. Maybe he needs to be reminded what’s at stake.”“You reminded him last week, remember?” Williams snapped. “Didn’t work. If anything, he’s gotten colder.”Valerie scoffed. “I already promised to pull strings for his niece’s little zoning issue in Jersey. And I let him announce our pregnancy like it was a Christmas miracle. He owes us.”“He’ll fold,” Williams muttered. “He just needs…press