All Chapters of The EX-Wife Returns : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Meanwhile, The car moved slowly through the dark streets after they left the club. Calla sat quietly, looking out the window. Her mind was busy thinking about the deal she just made with Ricardo. She held the paper with names in her hand. It felt heavy like a rock. Neva was the first to speak. Her voice was serious. "We cannot trust Ricardo yet. We must check the product first before we do anything else." Calla turned to look at her. "Check the product? You mean the drugs?" "Yes," Neva said, keeping her eyes on the road. "Ricardo says the cocaine is pure. We need to make sure he is telling us the truth. If he mixed it with other things, he is lying to us. Then we cannot work with him." "You know how to check it?" Calla asked. Neva nodded. Her face was stern. "Yes. I did this many times for Killian before. I have a testing kit in my room. It has small bottles and special papers. It shows if the cocaine is pure or if it is fake." Calla felt a cold feeling in her stomach. Eve

The car engine quieted as Neva pulled up to their apartment building. The night was still dark. “We are home,” Neva said, her voice tired. Calla just nodded. She got out of the car. Her body felt heavy. Her mind was full of the night’s pictures, the broken glass, the gunfire, Tony’s scared face. They walked into the quiet apartment. Calla dropped her purse on the floor. She went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. Her hands were still shaking. “He really did set a trap for us,” Calla said, drinking the water. “Tony. He wanted to give us to Alfredo.” Neva checked the locks on the door. “Yes. He is a snake. But Ricardo’s men came. They saved us.” “We owe Ricardo now,” Calla said. She did not like that feeling. "You owe him nothing," Neva said firmly. "You're his partner now. He has to protect you. That is the deal." Calla put down her glass. "I need to sit." They went to the living room. Calla sat on the couch. She looked at her hands. There was blood on them. N

Calla was still staring at the closed office door, the ghost of Vanessa’s perfume hanging in the air, when her personal phone buzzed on the desk. The screen showed an unknown number. She picked it up. “Calla speaking.” “Ms. Calla, this is Officer Reyes. From the police.” Calla’s posture straightened. She put the call on speaker so Neva could hear. “Yes, Officer. Do you have news?” “About the hit-and-run and the assault at the mall,” Officer Reyes began, her tone professional but tired. “We’ve hit a wall. The man who was killed… his fingerprints aren’t in any of our systems. His face doesn’t match any known records. He’s a ghost. We have no way of identifying him, which means we have no way of finding out who sent him.” Calla’s face was a cool mask. “I see.” “Without any other leads or evidence,” Officer Reyes continued, “the official conclusion will likely be that it was an attempted robbery that went wrong. I’m sorry we couldn’t give you more answers.” “That’s alright, Officer

The story was the lead on every local news channel. "DISGRACED CEO DEAD IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT," the headlines screamed. They showed footage of the wreckage being hauled up the cliffside, a blackened, twisted shell of metal. Calla's phone began to blow up. Calls from reporters, from old "friends," from board members seeking guidance. She ignored them all after only receiving that of Martin's. Her phone, sitting beside her tea cup, began to vibrate again. She glanced at the screen. It was an unknown number. She let it go to voicemail. A moment later, it rang again. The same number. She picked it up on the third ring. "Hello?" "Am I speaking to Ms. Calla?" a man's voice asked, professional and calm. "Yes, this is she." "This is Dr. Evans from City General Hospital. I'm sorry to inform you that your ex-husband, Mr. Damien Calloway, was brought in this morning. He was involved in a serious car accident. I'm afraid he was pronounced dead on arrival." Calla let out a sharp soun

Killian Black sat alone in the dark of his penthouse. The only light came from the television screen, flashing images of the woman he loved but could never have. Still he hadn't been to work since his engagement party. He hadn't done much of anything except drink and watch the news. He turned up the volume as Calla's face filled the screen. She stood outside the hospital, surrounded by reporters but looking completely in control. "I'm going to keep building the company Damien tried to destroy," she said, her voice steady and strong. "I'm going to protect the jobs he nearly ruined. And I'm going to make sure no other woman has to go through what I did." Killian's chest tightened. This wasn't the Calla he remembered. The woman on screen was harder, sharper, a queen claiming her throne. The news cut to Selene's arrest. Killian watched as the police handcuffed her. He shook his head slowly. Only Calla could arrange something so perfect, getting a confession while making sure the other