All Chapters of Revenge Of my Ex- Mother In Law: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

LISA’S POV⁠●⁠●⁠●●The suitcase lay open on Xavier's big sized bed. I stood beside it with my arms folded tightly on my chest, watching him pace the room with restless energy. He soon started folding his shirts and some of his outfits, lowering his pair of shoes into the suitcase. “You're folding that the wrong way.” I said sharply. He didn't bother looking up, instead, let out a faint smirk as he pressed another carefully folded shirt into the already stuffed suitcase. “Xavier!” I uttered his name.“There is no wrong way to fold clothes.” He replied to me calmly. “This is like you're trying to squeeze your entire life into one suitcase.” I shot back at him without hesitation. This finally made him glance up, his brows lifting slightly. “Relax.” He said lightly. “I'm not leaving the planet, I'm only traveling to Georgia.” “By road.” I reminded him firmly.“Yes, by road.” He repeated, shaking his head in a nod. “And you're acting like it's nothing? Do you have even the slightest

NANNY'S POV⁠●●●●Ella pushed her chair back and walked away from the table. Whereas, I stayed where I was for a few seconds longer, seated at the corner with my back against the wall, watching Jerry remain at the dining table. His shoulders were stiff, and though his head bent slightly forward along his fork, while his fork rested on the edge of his plate, like he had forgotten what it was meant for. The rice on the plate in front of him had gone cold and the steam long gone, yet he kept staring at it. In the living room however, the therapist kept speaking to the couple, Mr. and Ms. White, maintaining that professional tone as paid to. From the corner where I was seated, I pushed myself up slowly, smoothing the front of my apron as my knees started to ache from sitting too long. I walked back towards the dining table, my footsteps light.Jerry looked up when he noticed me. “The food was really good!” He said quietly. “I enjoyed myself. You cook so well.” He added.“Thank you young

MR. WHITE’S POV⁠●●⁠●●The office smelled faintly of coffee and perfume. I sat behind my desk pretending to read through documents I'd already gone through, my fingers tapping against the polished wood while my eyes drifted repeatedly toward the woman standing near the window. She wasn't doing anything special, just standing over there, flipping through a file while moving in a way that made it so hard for me to focus. “You’ve been quiet today, Lisa!” I said finally.She turned slowly, lifting her gaze to meet mine, her lips curving into a soft knowing smile.“I didn't think you noticed.” She replied, her tone light but intentional.I leaned back in my chair, loosening my tie slightly, a gesture I'd done too many times to pretend. “I noticed more than you think.” I said, letting my eyes linger on her more than professionalism allowed. She took a step closer, heels clicking softly against the tiled floor. She stopped just close enough for me to catch the faint scent of her perfume.

MR. WHITE'S POV⁠●⁠●⁠●●The knock on my office door came louder than usual, loud enough to pull me out of the lingering warmth of the moment I had just shared with Lisa.I frowned slightly, straightening my tie with a neutral expression, “Come in.” The door opened, and my assistant, not Lisa this time around, stepped in with a tablet clutched tightly to her chest.“Sir, there's…there's something you need to see.” She stuttered.“If this is about schedules, it can wait.” I leaned back in my chair.“But this isn't about schedules sir. It's something else entirely.” She replied quietly, her eyes shifting toward the door before focusing back on me. “Hmm.” I hummed.She then turned the tablet toward me. The moment the screen lit up, my blood ran cold. There I was in my office in a video with Lisa, my hands on her waist and lips closer to hers.I stared for a second, unable to blink as my mind refused to process what my eyes were seeing. “Who sent this?” I demanded to know. “I don't kno

MIMIE'S NANNY POV●⁠●●●An unexpected call came early in the morning, telling me a family had just arrived from New York and needed nursing immediately without delay or excuses.By noon, I was standing at the gates of a mansion so large I had to lift my head just to see the roof. Georgia's sun was warm, me continuing to walk till I saw him, Mr. Freddie. He stood on the wide steps with a baby cradled against his chest, his arm being protective while he fixed his gaze on the baby's tiny face. “This is Mimie!” He said, adjusting his hold on her slightly.I nodded immediately, and from that moment, my role began. “She's pretty!” I smiled, collecting the baby from him to hold.●⁠●●●Documents were signed in the study room, papers spread across a long wooden table, travel files and folders marked with names I didn't recognize. I watched him sort through them with steady hands, pausing only when Mimie stirred. He was preparing for a search which was clear, and though he did not explain it