All Chapters of Ex-husband, You Broke The Wrong Woman : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

[Elena]With everything that has been happening this past few days, the very last thing I expected was to wake up to my name and pictures plastered all over the internet—and not just that, but a picture of Vienna from years ago, lying in a hospital bed with a stab wound on her stomach, paired with an entire chapter of lies written against me.My lips curled into a bitter smile as I stared at the post again and again, the words blurring and sharpening like they were mocking me.Another knock came on my door, followed by my mother’s voice. "Elena, I know you can hear me. Open the door." She’d said it so many times already, her tone tight, desperate.I could tell she must have already seen the madness spreading online. Raphael and Matteo's calls kept flashing across my screen, but I didn’t bother picking up. My eyes refused to leave the phone as I scrolled through the pictures, each with the wrong narrative pinned to it.I stared at the words again, until I finally read them out loud und

[Asher]"No, you shut up and listen!" My jaw clenched as I stared at the pathetic woman in front of me.Yes, that's the only way I can refer her. Pathetic... Because how? How can a reasonable person see where there's fire and the only solution she saw fit is adding fuel? What the fuck is wrong with this woman?"You don't expect me to sit and watch Elena destroy our lives with the influence of her brothers! I had to fucking do what I had to. Why the hell are you blaming me?" Vienna yelled.I was holding myself back so badly from doing what I would regret.Holding myself so fucking bad not to do what will make this woman right in front of me land in a fucking hospital bed this minute."And you think the only solution is to pay someone to post that trash online?""It's not trash Asher. Why don't you understand what's happening here? The table will flip soon. People will see her for who she is, and they will see her family as evil people who are trying to cover up evil deeds, and that wil

[Elena] "Oh, someone should pinch me and tell me this is real!" Natalia screamed at the top of her lungs on the other side of the phone. I bit down on my lower lip staring at the laptop in front of me with my phone pressed to my ear. "This is the best news I've heard this damn year!" Nat was still at it. But even when this news should make me happy and satisfied, I found my chest aching in ways I can't explain. Why? Why can't I just be happy that he's finally miserable? They hurt me. They dragged my name through the mud. They even posted shit about me barely a week ago—yet here I am, stressing over what’s being said about Asher all over the internet. You would barely even remember that people were still talking about me, or the lies that were thrown at me online, because the tables flipped so fast and so hard that it left my mouth dry. "Asher Langston, one of the most influential and respected men in Boston, is not who we think he is. He not only encourages drugs in the clubs

[Elena]Foolishness.That was the only word that came to my mind the second I dropped the call. How can one human being be this foolish?I pressed my lips into a thin line and tossed my phone on the desk.I can’t believe I was once head over heels for this man. I can’t believe I ever loved someone as painfully foolish as Asher.'Do you mean you hate him now?' my inner voice mocked me, and I swallowed hard.Of course I do. I hate him with every fiber in my body.He still thinks I’m the one who wronged them. He still believes, after everything, that I stabbed his wife.These people put me through hell — a hell I didn’t deserve — and all Asher could say was that I wronged his wife first. Like he still believes, with that half-functioning brain of his, that I would ever harm Vienna. That I stabbed her.I shook my head and pushed my phone aside, dragging my eyes back to my laptop.I could tell everything happening was getting under his skin. I don’t know the exact things Raphael is doing t

[Elena]Okay, Cassie didn’t tell me she was going to ghost me for the same lunch she actually called to remind me about.Because I’ve been sitting right here for the past five minutes, staring at my phone, trying to reach her, but she hasn’t been picking up.I dialed her number again and again, but it was still the same thing. No answer."Ma’am, do you need one of us to go call someone in there?" One of the bodyguards asked from the front seat, his voice low but concerned. I shook my head without looking up."No, it’s fine," I mumbled, redialing her number yet again, but it was still the same—silent, unanswered.She still wasn’t picking up.Is something wrong?Is she okay?I took a deep breath, staring again at the hospital location on the GPS to make sure I was really at the right place. And I was.My lips pressed into a thin line as I tried to shove down this unfamiliar, gnawing feeling that had been creeping up on me ever since Cassie sent me the hospital’s name. The closer we got