All Chapters of Revenge Of my Ex- Mother In Law: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

EMPEROR’S POV●⁠●●⁠●I couldn’t sit still, my mind circling back to the same question as I paced to and fro in the chamber. Why the sudden change in Rhianna's attitude? Why does she seem to care about Freddie now? After everything she did to him. The rejection and the humiliation. She even left him on their wedding night. Now she’s suddenly concerned he didn’t show up for dinner?Still moving around the chamber with my hand running through my hair, the door creaked open, my wife…the empress, walking in quietly. She looked at me for a moment, her lips parting to speak.“You look worried, my lord. You've been like this since we finished having dinner.” She said softly. “What’s bothering you this time? Is it about Rhianna?”“Yes. I'm extremely worried because of her. Isn't it obvious?” I stopped pacing, a deep sigh slipping past my lips. “It is, but why is that?” She leaned her head over to the side, her earrings swaying as she fixed her gaze on me. “She’s suddenly worried about Fredd

SHARON'S POV●●⁠●● How could he fire me from the clinic because I tried offering myself to the so-called patient, a stranger at that?!!! Mehn…it really sucks. I slammed the door shut, stepping into the living room fully empty-handed, having left my first aid kit back there at the clinic after receiving my sack letter. “I'd rather go get a job elsewhere, maybe in one of the nearby restaurants in the city where I can either serve as a waitress or bartender.” I muttered to myself, heading into the kitchen to grab a chilled bottle of water from the refrigerator. While I popped its cover open to drink from, I set the bottle down on the kitchen counter, stepping out with my hands undoing the buttons of the uniform on me. And in the living room where I walked into, realizing how quiet the space had become, I called out to, “Angel!!!”, expecting a response from her since it was just the two of us sharing the space, but there was none. No response, no nothing, the silence prompting me to

ANGEL'S POV ●⁠●●●In the dungeon where I lay on the cold floor with my eyes shut, a faint light flashed against my face, making me blink awake. I opened my eyes to find the iron door already open, one of the guards standing at the entrance with a flame stick in his hold. I rubbed my eyes and sat upright on the floor still, watching as he kicked a plate of cold porridge towards me, then walked over to set down a cracked mug of sour water on the floor near my feet. “Eat if you want to. If not, starve to death, for you won't be getting any healthy meal or drink till you're being punished.” He said, giving me a strict look that made my stomach twist. I looked up at him who was still standing tall above me who remained seated on the cold floor, staring back down at the cold porridge which was now having flies perching on it. “No, please! I can't eat this.” The words barely slipped past my dry lips as I shoved the plate away. “If I were to be your sister, would you really want me to eat

ANGEL'S POV⁠●●●⁠●I stood frozen on the stairs, blinking at the overly excited scene before him when confetti suddenly flew right to my face. And as if that wasn't enough, someone else sprayed soapy sparkles on me, another popping open a bottle of champagne with a loud pop, letting its bubbly foam overflow and pour freely to the floor. “Hurray!” Sharon cheered, jumping excitedly like she was the real celebrant. “C'mon birthday girl. Don't just stand there, get over here.” She said to me from where I still stood near the staircase. I forced a half-smile, going on to take two to three steps closer when another out of nowhere sprayed silver glitter over my hair, then another, popping another confetti cannon that burst in my face. My face probably showed this ‘surprised’ look, whereas inside of me, I was boiling. The trumpeter continued to blow his trumpet, its sound blaring in my ears while someone, probably one of Sharon's friends, threw a handful of colorful paper pieces at me. An

ANGEL'S POV⁠●⁠●⁠●●Slowly, I pulled my luggage box across the room, the wheels scraping lightly against the tiles as I made a head straight towards the door, determined to leave without looking back. “Wait, Angel, please don't go!” I heard Sharon's voice ring out behind me. “I don't have a moment to spare, Sharon. So stop holding me up or trying to make me wait.”I said in response, not looking at her, instead, fixed my eyes elsewhere.“Angel… please. Don’t leave like this.”She hurried to catch up with me, her pace fastened and when she reached my side, she gently placed her hand on my arm. “I’m leaving and your words aren't going to make me change my mind either.” I stopped walking, spinning around to say to her.Her hand slipped off from my arm, her voice softening, almost below a whisper. “I’d miss you, Angel. I’d miss having you here with me. I…” She added, her r words trailed off as she bit her lip. “You’d… miss me?”I gave her a confused look, unsure of what to say next. She