บททั้งหมดของ The Barren Ex-Wife's Revenge: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

"Ah yes," the host smiled. "Your party is already here. Follow me."Aurora's heart was racing as she followed the host through the restaurant. The man was already there, which meant she would see him in seconds.The host led her to a private table near the back. Aurora could see a man sitting with his back to her, wearing an expensive suit."Your companion has arrived, sir," the host announced.The man stood up and turned around, and Aurora felt her heart stop.It was Damien Whitmore.Aurora froze. Of all the men in Lysandria City, Margaret had set her up with Damien? The man whose sister-in-law she had slapped?Damien's eyes widened when he saw Aurora, even though her mask covered half her face. "You," he said with obvious recognition.Aurora made a split-second decision. She would pretend not to recognize him."I'm sorry?" Aurora said politely. "Have we met?"Damien looked confused. "At the shopping mall a few weeks ago. You were the woman who...""I think you have me confused with

Elena woke up early on Saturday morning with nervous energy running through her body. Today was the day she would visit Margaret Sutton, the former director of Silvermere Orphanage. The woman who might hold the answers to who had stolen Elena from her grandmother thirty years ago.Marcus had arranged the meeting for ten in the morning at Peaceful Meadows Retirement Home, about an hour's drive from Elena's current house in Vaelthorne City.Elena got dressed in simple clothes, no fancy business suits today. She wanted to look approachable and not intimidating. She chose a jeans, a comfortable sweater, and left her mask at home. There was no need to hide her face from the woman who had cared for her as a baby."Are you ready, ma'am?" Marcus asked as Elena came downstairs."As ready as I'll ever be," Elena replied, grabbing her purse.The drive to Peaceful Meadows gave Elena too much time to think. What if Margaret Sutton didn't remember anything? It had been thirty years, after all. What

"I don't know," Margaret Sutton said. "But I kept something, just in case I ever needed proof." She reached into her cardigan pocket and pulled out an old, faded envelope. "This is the envelope he gave me with the money. It has his fingerprints on it, probably. And there's a business card inside."Elena took the envelope with trembling hands. Inside was a yellowed business card that read: "Weston Ravenwood, Import/Export Consulting, Vaelthorne City.""He worked in imports and exports?" Elena asked."That's what the card says," Margaret Sutton replied. "Though I always suspected it was fake. Men who do legitimate business don't usually pay people to hide babies."Elena looked at Marcus, who immediately pulled out his phone and started researching."There's more," Margaret Sutton said quietly. "When Weston brought you that night, you were wearing something. A necklace with a small pendant. It had a family crest on it."Elena's heart raced. "What did you do with it?""I kept it," Margare

That afternoon, Victoria had a meeting with the catering company. She had hired the most expensive caterers in Vaelthorne City to prepare a seven-course meal for forty guests."Everything needs to be perfect," Victoria insisted to the head chef. "No mistakes, no delays, no substitutions.""Of course, Mrs. Kaelthorn," the chef assured her. "We'll deliver exactly what you ordered."After the caterers left, Victoria went over her guest list for the hundredth time. Forty of Vaelthorne City's most influential people. Business leaders, politicians and socialites. All coming to meet the legendary Masked Queen.And Victoria had to act like she was close friends with this woman she'd never actually met.Victoria's phone buzzed with a text from Jack: "We need to talk. Come to my office."Victoria felt dread. Jack only summoned her to his office when something was wrong.She drove to Kaelthorn Corporation headquarters, her hands sweating on the steering wheel. The building looked smaller than it

Aurora stood in front of her bedroom mirror at the palace, adjusting the emerald green mask that matched her dress. It was their second date, and she was still lying to Damien about who she was. The guilt was eating at her, but she wasn't ready to be vulnerable yet."You look beautiful, but you also look worried," Margaret said from the doorway.Aurora jumped slightly. "Your Majesty, I didn't hear you come in.""That's because you were too busy frowning at yourself," Margaret observed, walking into the room. "Still planning to wear the mask and pretend you don't know him from the mall?"Aurora sighed. "I know it's wrong. I know I should tell him the truth. But what if he gets angry? What if he thinks I'm playing games with him?"Margaret sat on the edge of Aurora's bed. "Then he's not the right man for you. A good man would understand why you needed to protect yourself.""But I lied to his face," Aurora protested. "Multiple times. I looked him straight in the eyes and pretended we'd n