All Chapters of The CEO's Ex-wife Return As A Billionaire Heiress : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Alex I must have dozed off because I woke up to the smell of something delicious cooking. I opened my eyes slowly, relieved to find that the headache had dulled to a manageable throb.Abigail was in my kitchen. I could hear pots and pans clanging, and I could smell garlic and herbs. I sat up carefully, the room only spinning a little this time.Maria appeared with a knowing smile. "Your secretary is quite something, Mr. Thompson. She's been cooking for the past hour.""She didn't have to do that.""I told her that, but she insisted. Said you needed someone to make sure you ate properly." Maria's expression softened. "It's nice to see someone taking care of you for once, sir. You have been so alone since Miss Vanessa left."I thought about correcting her, that Vanessa had never really taken care of me, that our marriage had been based on lies from the start. But before I could say anything, Abigail emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray."You're awake! Good timing." She set the tray

VanessaI ran through the dark streets for what felt like hours, my injured ribs screaming with every breath. Behind me, I could still hear sirens wailing, searching for me in the night.The hospital security had responded faster than I'd expected. By the time I'd made it out of the building, police cars were already pulling up to the entrance. I barely escaped through a back alley, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst.Now, blocks away from the hospital, I finally allowed myself to slow down. I ducked into a shadowed doorway and tried to catch my breath, pressing my hand against my aching side.Pain shot through me with every inhale. I knew I had definitely made my injuries worse with all this running. But at least I was free, hadn't caught me.I pulled the baseball cap lower over my face and started walking again, trying to blend in with the few pedestrians still out at this late hour. I needed to get back to Michael's farmhouse. It was the only safe place I had.But a

Vanessa The drive back to the farmhouse took about forty minutes. I was rehearsing my story about the "hospital visit" when I pulled into the driveway and saw Michael standing on the front porch with his arms crossed.Something about his posture made my stomach drop. He didn't look concerned or welcoming. He looked angry.I got out of the truck slowly, keeping my expression innocent. "Michael? Is everything okay?""That's what I would like to ask you, Rebecca." His voice was cold. "Or should I call you by your real name?"My heart stopped. Stay calm, I told myself. Stay calm and deny everything."I don't understand what you're talking about," I said, walking toward him with a confused expression. "What do you mean, my real name?""Don't lie to me anymore." Michael pulled out his phone and held it up so I could see the screen. "The news. It's all over the news."I looked at the screen and felt my blood turn to ice.WANTED: VANESSA Hartman There was my face plastered across a news web

EmilyI was having breakfast with Lucas and Lily when my phone started buzzing non-stop. Text after text, email after email, all coming in so fast I couldn't keep up."Mom, what's wrong?" Lily asked, noticing my confused expression.I opened the first message. It was from my secretary: "Ms. Kings, have you seen the news about Thompson Group? This could affect our partnership!"My stomach dropped. I quickly pulled up the news app on my phone, and what I saw made my blood run cold.Headlines everywhere:"THOMPSON GROUP IN CRISIS""FINANCIAL INSTABILITY ROCKS THOMPSON EMPIRE""INSIDER CLAIMS ALEX THOMPSON PRESSURED EMILY KINGS INTO PARTNERSHIP""What?" I whispered, reading through the articles in disbelief.Someone had leaked damaging information about Alex's company, or worse, fabricated lies and timed it perfectly to cause maximum damage. The articles were in every major business publication, all published within hours of each other.This wasn't a coincidence. This was a coordinated at

VanessaI sat in my room at Michael's farmhouse, hunched over the laptop, planning my next move. The business sabotage had worked beautifully; Alex's company had been in chaos for days. But it wasn't enough. I needed to hurt him where it would truly destroy him.His children.I have been watching Phil's routine for the past week through a contact I paid to surveil the Thompson mansion. The boy went to school every weekday, and his security detail, while present, followed predictable patterns. There was a window of opportunity.I pulled out the burner phone I purchased and dialed a number."Yeah?" A gruff voice answered."It's me. Are you in a position at the school?""Yeah, been here since yesterday like you asked. The kid's got two guards with him at all times, but they don't stay in the classroom.""Perfect. Here's what I need you to do. Tomorrow, during afternoon recess, there's a blind spot by the back fence near the playground equipment. The guards can't see it from their usual