All Chapters of My Ex-Husband’s Vengeful Obsession: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The image of Robert and Charles laughing together, so familiar and in sync, burned itself into Nathan’s mind and scorched everything else away. Guilt hardened into a cold, lethal anger. It was no longer just a knot in his gut. It had turned into a blade demanding action.They had been playing him. Those two bastards had been laughing at him, using him like a pawn in their game, so sure they already had him under control. They had pushed him to choose a side only so he would realize that both of them were guilty.“Bring him here,” Nathan growled, spinning toward the nearest officer. His voice didn’t even sound human. It was the low snarl of a wounded, betrayed animal. “Bring Robert Caldwell here right now. I want to see him.”The officers stared at him, confused. One of them, his face streaked with soot, blinked uncertainly. “Mr. Hale? But he’s still in custody, in the holding room downstairs waiting for appeal…”“I don’t care,” Nathan cut in, stepping forward. “I want him in front of

The courthouse security room reeked of cold sweat and the aftertaste of a small fire, smoke and burned leaves lingering in the air. Blue light from the monitors washed over Nathan’s face, throwing the storm of fury and helplessness inside him into sharp relief. Jack stood beside him like a statue barely holding back something violent.“Run the west corridor camera again,” Nathan said. His voice was knife-sharp.The nervous security technician obeyed at once. The grainy footage rolled again. There. A man in a black mask and a hat. Tall. Lean. Cruel elegance in the way he moved, the kind only Remington Charles ever radiated, even with his face hidden. He walked out of the women’s restroom. He didn’t carry Tessa. He had her locked against him, his arm trapping hers, pinning her to his body like stolen treasure.Tessa looked wrecked.Her body sagged, her head lolling against his shoulder. She didn’t look completely unconscious, but her legs barely worked. She seemed one breath away from c

Tessa finally saw it. Her father had been hiding money. All this time. While she pawned her jewelry, while she lay awake sick with worry over unpaid bills, while she tried to survive the bankruptcy he caused, there had been stolen cash waiting. He had lied to her. Even in the middle of their poverty.The shock must have shown on her face, because Charles smiled, satisfied and cruel.“You’re so naive,” he said, dripping contempt. “Just like your mother.”That stopped Tessa cold.Her mother? What did her mother have to do with this?“Don’t… don’t say her name,” Tessa managed, confused.“Why not?” Charles tilted his head. “She was the same. So naive she couldn’t see who Robert really was. She believed the image of the good man, the respectable businessman.” His voice was heavy with old resentment. “She chose your father, not me, because I was colder and more realistic.”The confession knocked the air out of Tessa. Her eyes widened.Charles had been in love with her mother. All that hatre

Minutes crawled by in the damp darkness of the deserted island. The wet forest floor felt painfully cold against Tessa’s bare feet. Inside her chest, a frozen emptiness had taken over ever since she watched the life fade from her father’s eyes.Her sobs had thinned into silent trembling. Each ragged breath shuddered through her, growing weaker, as if crying had drained whatever strength she had left.Her mind, numb with shock, drifted through broken, scattered images.Nathan. Where was he? Did he know what had happened? Would he come looking for her on this island?She couldn’t stay hidden forever. She had to find help. For herself. For her baby.With whatever strength she had left, Tessa wiped her face with the back of her hand, streaking her skin with her father’s dried blood, rough and dark like cracked earth. She drew a deep breath, filling her lungs with the salty night air the sea breeze carried in, then peered out carefully from behind the thick tree trunk that had been shelter

While Charles had his back to her, hefting crates, Tessa fought the handcuffs with everything she had. She tugged at the rope like she was just shifting her weight, but the way he kept watching her from the corner of his eye made it obvious he saw straight through her act. He didn’t say anything to her. Instead, he asked his partner, “That all the supplies?” “Enough to live comfortably on the boat for a month,” the man answered. On the boat? Tessa’s eyes widened. She had thought Charles planned to flee the country. She didn’t know if he was going to kill her once they were out at sea or keep her as a hostage. Either option sounded terrifying. The sound of Charles moving crates stopped. He came closer, stopped right in front of her, then crouched so they were almost at the same height. The anger in his gaze was gone. Something worse had taken its place, something she couldn’t read. “I’ve been thinking,” Charles said softly, almost whispering. “At first I was going to kill you, bu