All Chapters of My Ex-Husband’s Vengeful Obsession: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The soft rustle of contract pages brushing against each other was the only sound in the office, or at least that’s what Nathan forced himself to notice. He pretended to read a clause about an acquisition, but his gaze kept drifting back to the woman across the room.The blonde woman stood in front of her personal bookshelf by the window. Her fingertips traced the spines of books Nathan had collected over the years.He knew Tessa wasn’t really reading the titles. She was just pretending to be interested while her mind wandered somewhere far away. Her posture was stiff.She had insisted on coming that day, and Nathan had agreed with relief. Leaving her alone at Hawthorne Estate, surrounded by the shadows of the past and silence, felt too heavy. But seeing her here, just a few meters away in that state, felt worse.The past few days had been the same. Tessa moved through the house like a shadow, smiling when noticed, but her eyes held a deep sadness. Her green eyes could pierce straight

Deciding to face Karen Hale was anything but easy. The memory of her cold stare, her quiet disapproval heavier than any shouted anger, made Tessa’s palms sweat. Karen was Nathan’s aunt, the woman who had stepped in as his guardian after both his parents died. She had raised him, shaped him, and become the last stronghold of the Hale family.Karen had just arrived from Amsterdam, and from their phone conversation alone, it was clear she didn’t like Tessa because of her family background.But Tessa was tired of walking on eggshells in her own life. Tired of the shadows of the past and the tension that never truly went away. If she wanted to rebuild her life, she had to start by healing the cracks around her. At least, that was what her therapist said.She met Karen in the greenhouse, on the grounds of a house Karen owned but rarely stayed in anymore. Karen stood there in gardening gloves and a wide-brimmed hat, watering her orchids with meticulous care, as if the world outside that smal

Tessa was already six months pregnant. Her belly was round and tight, and every kick and every little shift was a constant reminder of the tiny person growing inside her.That day, Nathan finally took an entire afternoon to shop for what he considered the baby’s essential supplies. Or at least, what Nathan thought counted as essential.They walked through the aisles of an upscale baby store that looked more like a modern art gallery than a normal shop. Everything was white and minimalist, with the scent of fresh cotton and expensive wood in the air. Most of it actually wasn’t Tessa’s taste. She preferred things with color, either blue or green.Nathan was pushing the cart with the same focus he usually saved for multi-billion-dollar mergers.“We need hypoallergenic towels,” he said, checking a stack of soft fluffy towels that looked like they could fall apart with a single wrong move. “And organic cotton for his body. I don’t want his skin getting irritated.”Tessa just nodded and smi

The air in the courtroom felt heavy, thick with tension you could almost cut with a knife. Beside Tessa, Nathan sat as still as a statue. His hand wrapped around hers, gripping so tightly it should have hurt, if not for the tight knot of anxiety that had been lodged in her stomach all morning. Jack and Tyler sat right behind them, there as friends.On the defendant’s bench sat Charles Remington. He looked thinner, paler, but his eyes still held that cruel, arrogant glint she had always associated with him. Only today, that glint seemed dimmer under the weight of the overwhelming evidence Julian had presented.Tessa wasn’t afraid of him anymore. The nightmares about him still came, but less often now. They didn’t haunt her the way they used to. Sometimes they appeared, but not with the same force.One by one, the charges were read out loud by the judge. Each word landed like a hammer sealing his fate. Large-scale fraud, tax evasion, aiding a fugitive, kidnapping, torture, and premedita

The past few months had turned Tessa into something she once thought impossible. At eight months pregnant, she moved with soft new curves and a warmth that seemed to radiate from her. She often felt insecure, muttering about her weight and size. To Nathan, it was like watching a Greek goddess carry life. Every curve, every inch of skin he kissed every night was living proof of the miracle inside her, their child. To him, without question, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.At the office, the late afternoon slipped by in reports and phone calls. But Nathan’s main focus, and his simplest pleasure, was sitting in his lap. Tessa, in a soft cotton maternity dress, rested her head on his shoulder, breathing slowly in a light sleep.The weight of her, the heat of her body pressed to his, had become Nathan’s new center of gravity. He could sit like that for hours, letting Tessa sleep in his arms while he kept working.Since the incident at court and the attack with the thrown