All Chapters of Dear Ex-husband, I'm back for revenge : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Damien POVI glanced at her briefly, curiosity stirring now.“Why are you so eager to know what she said,” I asked lightly, keeping my eyes on the road, “when you don’t even know the girl I’m talking about?”She smiled.“Just curious.”I smiled back, letting it go.The car pulled up to the venue minutes later. Light spilled from the glass entrance, laughter and soft music floating into the night. The Aurelius Gala never did anything halfway. Power dressed as elegance. Money pretending to be art.I stepped out first, then reached for her hand.She hesitated for half a second before placing her fingers in mine.That half second mattered more than it should have.The moment we walked in, heads turned. Whispers followed. Eyes lingered. Evelyn always did that. She did not need effort. She simply existed, and rooms adjusted.I tightened my grip slightly, reminding myself why we were here.Business.The damage she caused last time still haunted my company. Investors were cautious. Partners s

Evelyn POVDamien’s arm was firm around me, steady, like he had decided I was something that could not be taken tonight. I did not need to look at him to know the room had shifted. I felt it in the sudden hush, in the way people stopped pretending not to stare. Protection has a weight to it. It presses into your ribs. It announces itself without words.Micah’s face drained of color. Just seconds ago, she owned the room. Now she stood there blinking too much, fingers tightening around her bag like it was the only thing anchoring her to the ground. She looked like someone who had opened the wrong door and walked straight into a memory she never buried.Something warm curled in my chest. Satisfaction. Pride. Power.And then guilt followed it, sharp and unwanted.Why did this make me happy?I told myself it was because I finally stood where I should have stood years ago. Because for once, I was not shrinking, not explaining, not stepping aside. I claimed my place and the world adjusted. B

Sophia POV“Aveillie!”My voice echoed down the hallway for the third time, patience already hanging by a very thin thread.“Aveillie, will you come out of that room? Nanny Rita is waiting for you!”Silence.Too much silence.I dropped my bag on the console table and marched toward her room. The door was slightly open. I pushed it wider, scanning the space.Empty.I frowned. “Really?” I muttered. “Are we playing hide and seek now?”I checked the bathroom. Nothing. The wardrobe. Nothing.My irritation deepened into panic, that sharp twist in the chest that always came when Aveillie went quiet for too long.Then I heard it.A soft giggle.I turned slowly toward the bed.Her tablet lay there, screen glowing. A video call was on. And on the screen was a face I had absolutely no interest in seeing this early in the morning.Julian.“Oh no,” I breathed.“Aveillie!” I snapped.She popped up behind me like a mischievous ghost, laughing as she snatched the tablet from the bed.“Uncle Julian!”

Damien POVDo you know that kind of happiness that makes you feel foolish, like you should hide it before people notice and start asking questions you are not ready to answer?That was me.I felt like I had hit a jackpot without even buying a ticket. The look in her eyes last night keeps replaying in my head, on a loop, like my heart refuses to move past it. Soft. Confused. Vulnerable. Real. I have waited five years to see that look again. Five long years of pretending I was fine, of acting like regret does not wake me up at night.I smiled again without meaning to.“Could you take down your smiles?” Charles said, dropping into the seat across from me and reaching for the bottle. “Do you even know where you are?”He poured himself a glass of Macallan, neat. Strong. No ice. The kind of drink men take when they want to forget or celebrate without saying which one it is.“So being in a bar is now a crime against happiness?” I asked. “And when did you get here?”He snorted. “Lost man. How

Damien POVLooking at Charles now, I felt fate speaking in the calm voice of experience. Who would have thought he would be taken for another man, accused of love he did not even know existed in that moment. Life unfolds like that. Quietly. Suddenly. You never know what the next second is holding.Maybe that is why every second matters. Because we walk blindly into fate, not knowing what it has planned for us.Charles emptied his glass in one long swallow. He was already wasted. I called his driver, who arrived shortly after and helped him up. Charles did not resist. He just went quietly, like a man whose thoughts were heavier than his body.Julian watched him leave, then smiled faintly.“He was not the only one at that table, you know,” he said. “But he was the one accused of love, right after saying may love never find him.”I laughed softly. “What a plot twist.”Life had a strange sense of humor.I turned to him. “So… the lady. How did you find her?”Julian leaned back, his express