All Chapters of The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Wants Revenge : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•The changing room was in complete chaos. Torn fabric littered the floor, expensive silk gowns crumpled in piles, makeup smudged against mirrors, and shattered perfume bottles left behind a lingering, sharp scent. The once-pristine space, designed for elegance and preparation, now looked like the aftermath of a storm.Katherine froze in the doorway, eyes scanning the destruction. Caroline had done this—there was no doubt about it. A furious, uncontrolled rage had consumed her, turning the bridal suite into a wreckage that mirrored her unraveling mind.Vivianne and Fiona, the remaining bridesmaids, immediately moved to intercept Katherine, their hands pressing against her arms as if to shield her from the scene. "Just stay back," Vivianne urged, her voice edged with worry. "Caroline is—she’s not in a good state right now."Fiona nodded quickly, glancing toward the mess with wide eyes. "She’s been throwing things for the past fifteen minutes. If she sees you, it’s only goi

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•The guests murmured amongst themselves still, some still seated, others standing in stunned disbelief. The press scrambled to take notes, already drafting headlines that would shake the high-society circles for weeks.Agatha sitting at the corner stood up and left quickly in silence and in shame.At the far end of the room, Hailey and Nathan stood up and went near the exit, their eyes locked onto Castiel as he descended the steps from the altar. His movements were quick, his determination evident in the way his posture stiffened, his jaw clenched. He was going after Katherine—he wasn’t about to let her walk away without speaking to her.But the moment he stepped forward, Hailey and Nathan intercepted him."Not a chance," Hailey muttered, planting herself firmly in his path.Nathan crossed his arms beside her, his expression unreadable but his stance protective. "You have some nerve, Cas. Putting Katherine on the spot like that? In front of all these people?"Castiel sto

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•The tension from her confrontation with Castiel clung to her like an invisible weight, settling deep in her chest as she walked slowly back toward the palace.As she walked, her mind raced as she processed everything. The emotions, the regret in Castiel’s eyes, the certainty in her own voice when she told him she was moving forward.She had made her decision.And yet, her pulse was unsteady, her breathing uneven.The remnants of Caroline’s ruined wedding surrounded her like scattered fragments of a carefully crafted illusion. The grand floral arrangements were still intact, but they no longer held the brilliance they once did. Champagne glasses lay abandoned on tables, their untouched contents reflecting the soft glow of the palace lights. Some guests were still lingering, talking in hushed tones, glancing at Katherine as she walked past, their curiosity palpable.She ignored them.She ignored the murmurs, the judgment, the endless speculation about what would happen ne

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•She sat curled up on her couch, staring at nothing in particular as it was one of the days when the sadness she fought to hold back starting creeping in more and more, her fingers lightly resting against her belly as waves of regret settled deep into her chest. Hailey and Nathan sat close, watching her carefully, exchanging quiet glances as they tried—tried so hard—to reach her. Hailey was the first to speak, her voice soft but firm. “You can’t let this destroy you, Kat. You’ve been through worse, and you survived.” Katherine didn’t respond. She barely even blinked. Nathan exhaled, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Look, I’m not saying it doesn’t hurt. I’m not saying you shouldn’t feel this. But you have a choice here—you let it break you, or you remind yourself that you’re stronger than this.” Still, she said nothing. Hailey sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I know you loved him,” she murmured. “And I know this isn’t what you expected

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine pulled her coat tight around her as she stepped out of the hospital building after a weekly check up, a sharp breeze slicing through the early morning air a few days later. She paused for a moment, adjusting to the nightly muted hum of the city waking up around her. The weight of exhaustion clung to her, the kind that came with her shifting body and the quiet worries she hadn’t yet voiced.The apartment building was only a few blocks away, familiar and routine, yet something about the night felt off. A black sedan was parked near the entrance of her building, its windows tinted. She had seen it there yesterday too—but maybe that meant nothing. She shook the thought away and forced herself forward.As she walked, she caught glimpses of strangers—too many lingering glances, a hesitation in movement when she passed. Was she imagining it? Paranoia had been creeping in since the pregnancy began, amplifying small worries into shadows that stretched too long. Today w