All Chapters of The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Wants Revenge : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine stepped into Zayn’s executive suite, her frustration simmering beneath her skin, barely contained. The office was a sleek, high-rise sanctuary, a space designed for power and control. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across one side, showcasing the city skyline, the glass reflecting streaks of golden light from the setting sun. The air carried a faint trace of expensive cologne, mixed with the scent of polished leather and aged whiskey. The furniture was deliberate—minimalist but luxurious. A dark walnut desk stood at the center, papers stacked neatly beside a discreet digital console. A sectional sofa stretched along the far corner, the kind meant for private conversations or moments of retreat after long meetings. Abstract art hung against charcoal-toned walls, carefully chosen to suggest status rather than personality. And there he was. Zayn sat casually on the long couch, one arm draped over the back, a drink resting lightly in his hand. His suit j

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Hailey pushed the door open with her hip, shifting the weight of the grocery bags in her arms as she stepped into the apartment. The scent of warm bread and ripe fruit drifted up from the paper bags, mixing with the familiar crispness of the air conditioning. She kicked the door shut behind her, scanning the space with a practiced glance as she carried everything toward the kitchen counter. It wasn't until she spotted Nathan still seated at the dining table, his posture stiff, his expression distracted, that she felt something was off. The usual easy energy Nathan carried seemed muted, replaced by something unsettled, something lingering beneath the surface. Hailey placed the bags down with a soft rustle, sliding out of her jacket and tossing it over the chair before turning toward him fully. "What's with you?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. Nathan exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck before leaning against the table. His gaze flickered toward Katherine's closed b

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Hailey shot Nathan a sharp glare, crossing her arms as irritation flickered across her face. "Annoying brat," she muttered. Nathan barely reacted, snorting in response as he finished off his donut, entirely unbothered. Hailey turned back to Katherine, her expression softening but still carrying that ever-present sharpness. "You know," she started, leaning slightly against the counter, "if you dress like a million bucks, there's no way Fiona and Vivi will be able to intimidate you." Katherine nodded slowly, processing the thought. She knew Hailey was right. If she looked confident, untouchable, it would be a shield against whatever lingering judgment Fiona and Vivi had left in them. And there was no better way to do that than with the outfits Thea had picked out—the ones that had been delivered days ago. Hailey, catching the realization flicker across Katherine’s face, tilted her head. "You could wear the clothes Thea sent," she suggested, watching her c

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•"That’s right," Vivianne murmured, her lips curving slightly. "You are beautiful. Far from the absolute wreck you were back then. Everytime I saw you, I always felt sorry for you." Katherine stiffened, feeling the weight of the insult disguised as a compliment. Vivianne continued, taking another slow sip, her tone light, effortless, as if they were discussing something trivial. "Funny how you and Caroline are identical twins, and yet, Caroline was always easier to look at. Perhaps that’s why Castiel ended up choosing her in the end, even after he married you."Katherine kept her expression smooth, hiding the simmering frustration burning beneath the surface. Her nails pressed against her palm, the sharp bite grounding her, reminding her not to let them see her crack. Vivianne leaned back, swirling her wine casually, but her eyes held something sharper—a flicker of amusement that Katherine immediately recognized as the same taunting edge she had seen years ago.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•An hour had passed, and Caroline had gone through three more wedding gowns, each more extravagant than the last. Fiona had clearly learned her lesson—gone were the hesitant remarks, the cautious phrasing. Now, she simply declared every gown perfect without pause, eager to avoid another outburst from Caroline. Vivianne, ever the devoted ass kisser, chimed in after each fitting, showering Caroline with effusive praise, finding new ways to say the same thing—radiant, breathtaking, flawless. Katherine had long since stopped paying attention to their routine, their repetitive, exhausting adoration. She had to physically restrain herself from rolling her eyes. Instead, she let her gaze wander, stealing a glance at Castiel sitting opposite her on the orange boutique sofa. His posture was relaxed but too still—his arms rested against the cushions, his ankle crossed over his knee in an effort to appear composed. But Katherine knew him too well. He was bored out of h