Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Wants Revenge : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

༻☆✫☆༺The Donovan house, perched precariously on the edge of Willow Haven, was a testament to the saying that appearances could be deceiving. From the outside, it was a quaint, weather-beaten cottage, its overgrown rose bushes a riot of color against the chipped paint. It could have been a postcard picture, but inside, a tension hung thick in the air, a constant undercurrent of unspoken expectations and simmering resentment. The Donovans weren't exactly rich, they were, in fact, practically scraping by. The weight of their financial struggles pressed heavily on their shoulders, a constant reminder of their place in the town's social hierarchy. Their father, a man whose back was perpetually bowed from years of tireless labor at the local mill, had hands calloused and a spirit worn thin. Their mother, a woman whose face bore the etched lines of worry and unfulfilled dreams, ruled the household with a tight grip, her gaze often sharp and her voice laced with unspoken disapproval.Their

༻☆✫☆༺The library, filled of hushed whispers and the comforting scent of aging paper, held its usual quiet sway. It was a place where the studious toiled, their heads bent over textbooks, chasing knowledge and good grades amidst the comforting stacks of dusty volumes. But Katherine wasn't one of them. Equations and historical dates held no allure for her; her heart yearned for fantastical realms of romance and adventure, the kind woven into the pages of novels. Every free period she had, the ones she didn't spend drowning in self-pity over her abysmal academic performance, was spent here, sifting through shelves for a story that would sweep her away, hold her captive entirely. Today, she clutched the newest addition to her literary repertoire, "The Tides of the Myrtle," a spellbinding tale of adventure that had kept her up past her usual bedtime to the early hours of the morning, turning pages long after the moon had risen, each chapter leaving her craving more. Desperately, she want

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•The sun, barely a sliver of gold peeking over the horizon, cast long shadows across the kitchen floor as Hailey hummed along to the radio, her voice a jarring contrast to the quiet hum of the vacuum cleaner. Katherine, meanwhile, was a picture of stillness at the counter, the rhythmic clinking of eggshells against the bowl a counterpoint to the world waking up outside. "So..." Hailey began, her voice a little too high-pitched for the early hour, the vacuum cleaner whirring to a halt. "Are… you seriously just going to let them get married?"Katherine sighed, her eyes never leaving the whisking eggs. "What else am I supposed to do, Hailey?" "I don't know… I mean, you can just sit here and do nothing while your whore of a twin steals your life!" Hailey’s voice had risen a notch, laced with a venomous edge. She turned off the vacuum and walked closer to Katherine, her hand resting on the countertop, her voice a whisper despite the anger simmering beneath the surface. "Let

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the last two unpacked boxes settling on her shoulders like an invisible burden. The stark white interior of her new apartment, a stark contrast to the cozy, colorful cottage she'd left behind, felt cold and impersonal. It had only been three days in Willow Haven, and already the city felt like an alien landscape. Not that she was particularly attached to places; her life after her divorce had been a constant cycle of moving, a nomadic existence that had become her comfort zone. But this time, it felt different. Her mind drifted back to her childhood home, the place she'd yearned to escape from for as long as she could remember. The memories were a tangled web of neglect, constant criticism from her mother, and the bitter hatred that simmered between her and Caroline. Ironically, the place she should have felt safe, had become a prison. She closed her eyes, picturing the peeling paint, the dusty old furniture, and the ai

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•The weeks that followed were a blur of mundane routine, woven with the threads of ordinary life. Hailey, ever the social butterfly, somehow managed to snag an invitation to Katherine's birthday gala. It was a feat that baffled Katherine, who couldn't fathom how Hailey, with her penchant for ex-boyfriends, had persuaded the one who worked at Mikaelson Pharmaceutical to secure a coveted invite. "Did you seduce him or something?" Katherine had asked, her voice dripping with playful skepticism. "Maybe bribed him with the possibility of... you know, sex?"Hailey, with a dramatic gasp, had feigned offense. "Me? Never!"Hailey had taken a job at a flower shop a few streets away, a fragrant sanctuary where she spent her days surrounded by blooms. Katherine, in her moments of inactivity, would often venture to Flora & Fauna, lending a hand to her friend and escaping the confines of the apartment. When she wasn't at the shop, Katherine would wander the streets, a ghost revisiti