Todos los capítulos de Dear Ex-husband, I'm back for revenge : Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 157

Sophia POVThe apartment smelled like vanilla candles, fresh coffee, and a little bit of chaos. Fabric swatches, wedding magazines, and half-eaten snacks covered every surface alongside scattered petals and half-empty champagne glasses. My living room had officially become Wedding Central, and I was thriving in every chaotic second of it.Evelyn and I both stood on small platforms in the center of the room, arms outstretched like queens while the tailor and her assistant made final adjustments to our gowns. My dress was everything I had ever dreamed of — soft white satin with delicate lace sleeves and a flowing skirt that made me feel like a princess. Evelyn's vow renewal gown was elegant — soft ivory with delicate lace details that made her look like she had stepped out of a fairytale. I couldn't stop staring at both of us in the full-length mirror."Sophia, stop smiling like that or the tailor is going to think you're having a stroke," Evelyn tease

Evelyn POVThe garden behind our home had been transformed into something simple yet breathtakingly beautiful. Soft white fairy lights were strung through the trees like stars that had decided to come down for the night. Fresh ivory roses and delicate greenery lined a short aisle, and a small wooden arch covered in the same flowers stood at the end. No grand stage, no massive crowd — just close friends and family who had walked through fire with us. The evening air was cool and fragrant, carrying the scent of blooming jasmine. It felt intimate. It felt like home.I stood at the beginning of the aisle in a flowing ivory gown that gently hugged my growing belly. The fabric was soft and elegant, with delicate lace details that made me feel both beautiful and strong. Aveillie, our precious flower girl, held my hand tightly. She wore a matching soft pink dress with a flower crown on her head, her little face glowing with excitement.“Mummy, you look like

Damien POVThe house was finally quiet.After the vow renewal, after the last guests had left with hugs and laughter, after Aveillie had been tucked into bed with stories and kisses and promises of a big family breakfast tomorrow, it was just Evelyn and me.We stood in the doorway of our bedroom, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm, golden shadows across the walls. She looked at me with those beautiful eyes that had haunted my dreams for years, eyes that had once been filled with anger and pain, but tonight were filled with nothing but love, peace, and quiet desire.I closed the door behind us and walked to her slowly, taking her hands in mine. “Come here, my wife,” I whispered, pulling her gently into my arms.Evelyn melted against me, her head resting on my chest, her arms wrapping around my waist. “I still can’t believe this is real,” she murmured, her voice soft and full of wonder. “After everything we’ve been thr

Narrator POVFive years had passed since the storms that nearly tore their lives apart.Time had a way of softening sharp edges, of turning pain into scars, and scars into stories worth telling. The world had moved on, as it always does, carrying with its new beginnings, quiet heartbreaks, and the gentle persistence of love that refused to die.In a quiet apartment overlooking the glittering skyline of the city, Charles sat alone on his couch. The room was dimly lit by a single standing lamp, casting long shadows across the walls lined with books and photographs he rarely looked at anymore. A half-empty glass of whiskey rested on the coffee table beside him. The envelope lay in his lap, its edges slightly worn from the long journey it had taken to reach him. His name was written in her familiar handwriting, neat, elegant, and somehow still able to stop his breath after all these years.He picked it up with careful fingers, as if it might c