All Chapters of The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Wants Revenge : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine stepped out of her room, smoothing down the fabric of the light blue floral dress Hailey had insisted she try on. She hesitated for a moment in the hallway, already feeling a sense of impending doom as Nathan’s and Hailey’s voices drifted toward her from the sitting room.When she finally walked in, both heads turned toward her. Nathan was lounging on the couch, still holding the remnants of a snack, while Hailey sat cross-legged in the armchair, scrolling through her phone.“Well?” Katherine asked, doing a half-hearted twirl. “What do you think?”There was a beat of silence, and then Nathan made a face, somewhere between amusement and horror. “Kathy… I’m sorry, but—”“It’s giving tea party,” Hailey interrupted, her voice flat but laced with judgment. “Like, a ten-year-old’s backyard tea party.”“Exactly!” Nathan exclaimed, gesturing wildly toward Hailey. “I was gonna say that, but I didn’t want to offend ten-year-olds everywhere.”Katherine groaned, planting

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•The moment Katherine and Zayn stepped into the ballroom, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations faltered, eyes flicked in their direction, and whispers spread like wildfire. The beautify of the grand hall—crystal chandeliers, pinkish accents, and elegantly dressed guests—faded into the background as Katherine felt the weight of countless gazes settle on her.She swallowed hard, willing her nerves to settle. She had expected attention, anticipated the speculation, but experiencing it firsthand after a while was entirely different. The hushed murmurs, the lingering stares—it was overwhelming.Sensing her unease, Zayn leaned in, his voice a low murmur against her ear. “Relax,” he said smoothly. “They’re staring because you’re the most stunning woman in this room.”The words hit her with unexpected force. Heat rushed to her cheeks, her breath hitching slightly as she turned to look at him, wide-eyed. Zayn, ever composed, merely smirked, his expression unreadable yet laced wi

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine was still standing between Castiel and Zayn, the air around them charged with unspoken emotions, when she sensed another presence closing in.Caroline.Her twin sister’s arrival wasn’t unexpected, but the timing was impeccable—almost too perfect. Katherine didn’t need to turn to know Caroline’s smile would be razor-sharp, just polished enough to be considered socially acceptable. She had spent years watching Caroline navigate this world with flawless precision, every movement calculated, every word chosen for maximum impact.“Kathy,” Caroline greeted, her voice sugary sweet, dripping with feigned delight. “You look stunning tonight.” Katherine barely had time to respond before Caroline’s gaze flicked to Zayn, her expression shifting ever so slightly. “And you, Zayn. What an interesting choice for an escort.”Katherine bristled. 'Here we go.'Zayn, ever unfazed, merely raised an eyebrow, a ghost of amusement lingering in his features. “Interesting in what way?

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers tangled in the silk of her dress, her breath coming unevenly. She had fought back the tears for as long as she could, forced herself to swallow the emotions clawing at her chest. But now, alone in the quiet of the room, there was no one left to pretend for.So she cried.Not loud, not messy—just quiet, frustrated tears that betrayed the image of strength she’d spent years perfecting.She barely registered the door creaking open, barely noticed Zayn standing there, his presence filling the room like he had always belonged in it.But when she finally looked up, he was watching her—arms crossed, expression unreadable, but with eyes that saw everything. She sniffed, hastily wiping at her face, forcing herself upright like the moment hadn’t happened. "I’m okay," she said, the lie falling too easily from her lips.Zayn didn’t react.Didn’t move.Didn’t even believe her."You’re lying," he said simply.Katherine exhaled sharpl

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, the kind of kiss born not out of certainty but out of a quiet, desperate need for something—anything—to anchor her. Katherine’s hands hovered awkwardly at her sides, her lips brushing Zayn’s like she wasn’t entirely sure she had permission to stay there. But Zayn didn’t move away. He didn’t stiffen. Didn’t smirk. Didn’t turn it into a game. For once, he just *was*. And that steadying presence, the calm strength he offered without words, made it easier for her to let herself lean into the moment. The kiss deepened slightly—not forceful, not urgent, but deliberate, as if Zayn was letting her set the pace. The world seemed to quiet around them, her heart pounding too loudly in her ears to notice anything else. When Katherine finally pulled back, her cheeks were burning, and her breath came in uneven gasps. She felt exposed but not vulnerable—flustered but not regretful. "Sorry if it was weird," she mumbled,