All Chapters of The Billionaire's Ex-wife's Revenge : Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Elena's POVVictoria arrived early the next morning, her heels clicking purposefully across the hardwood floors. She carried a leather briefcase in one hand and two coffees in the other."Damien told me you don't sleep much these days," she said, handing me one of the cups. "Neither do I when I'm preparing for war. And make no mistake, Elena, this is war."We gathered in Damien's study. Victoria spread documents across the massive desk while Damien set up his laptop. I sat in a leather chair, my hands wrapped around the warm coffee cup, trying to calm the constant tremor in my fingers."Alright," Victoria said, pulling out a yellow legal pad. "Let's talk strategy. Adrian's playing dirty, so we play dirtier. But smarter. We need three things to win this case."She held up one perfectly manicured finger. "First, concrete proof of Adrian's affair with Sarah. Not just your testimony. We need texts, emails, photos, something a judge can't dismiss."A second finger. "Second, documented evid

Elena's POVSomething inside me snapped. Maybe it was the threat to Lily. Maybe it was the smug look on Sarah's face. Maybe it was months of pain and betrayal finally reaching their breaking point. Whatever it was, I was done being the victim."Get back here," I heard myself say. My voice didn't sound like mine. It was cold. Dangerous.Sarah paused at the door, turning back with raised eyebrows. "Excuse me?""I said get back here." I walked toward her, my new heels clicking against the floor. "You don't get to walk away. Not this time.""Elena," Damien said cautiously. "Maybe we should..""No." I didn't take my eyes off Sarah. "She came here to threaten me. To threaten an innocent child. She doesn't get to just leave."Sarah's smile returned, sharper than before. "Oh, look at you. Got a new haircut and suddenly you have a spine? How cute.""Mrs. Chen, take Lily upstairs," Damien said quietly. "Now."I barely heard them leave. All I could see was Sarah. The woman who'd been my best fri

Adrian's POVThe whiskey burned going down. Good. I poured another glass, watching the amber liquid catch the city lights from my office window. Three in the morning, and sleep was impossible. I kept seeing her face at the hospital. Elena, pale and small in that bed, looking at me with such hatred. Such fear. Good. She should be afraid.I downed the whiskey and poured another. The bottle was already half empty. Or half full, depending on how you looked at it. My father would have said half empty. He always saw the negative in everything.Especially in me. I walked to my desk, opening the bottom drawer I never opened. Hidden behind files and folders was a small wooden box. I'd kept it locked for years, the key on a chain I never wore. Tonight, I pulled out that key.Inside the box was a single photograph. Faded, creased from being folded and unfolded too many times. A woman with dark hair and gentle eyes, holding a baby.My mother. Holding me.It was the only picture I had of her. My f

ELENA'S POVThe days blurred together in a haze of white sheets and worry. Dr. Williams had been clear: complete bed rest for the foreseeable future, or I risked losing the baby. So here I was, trapped in the guest bedroom of Damien's lake house, watching the world move on without me through the large windows that overlooked the water.It had been three days since the hospital, and I was already going stir-crazy."You need to eat something," Damien said from the doorway, carrying a tray with what looked like homemade soup and fresh bread. "Mrs. Chen made your favorite."I struggled to sit up against the pillows, my hand automatically going to my small bump. The baby was okay. That was all that mattered. Everything else, the custody hearing, Adrian's threats, my uncertain future could wait."You don't have to keep doing this," I said as Damien set the tray across my lap. "I'm sure you have work to do. Important meetings. A company to run.""I'm working from home." He pulled up the chai