Todos os capítulos de Dear Ex-husband, I'm back for revenge : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Damien POVI woke up to an empty bed.For a moment, I just lay there staring at the ceiling, then I smiled.Of course she ran.Memories from last night played slowly in my head. The way she kissed me back. The way she did not push me away. The way her fingers held onto my shirt like she had been waiting just as long as I had.I reached for my phone and typed two simple words to Charles and Julian.I won.I dropped the phone beside me and let out a quiet laugh.If I hid under alcohol, she did not. She was completely sober. And she kissed me back.That meant something.I could not have been happier.Truth is, I wanted to continue last night. God knows I did. But I forced myself to stop. I did not want her giving in because she thought I would forget. I did not want her using my supposed drunkenness as an excuse to surrender.I want her clear.I want her choosing me.If I have waited five years, I can wait a little longer.Still smiling, I got out of bed and headed to the shower. If she

Damien’s POVI got to my office early that morning, and I was still smiling like a man who had just won the most satisfying victory of his life.Colt walked in shortly after with a stack of files for me to sign. He slowed down when he noticed my expression.“Good morning, sir.”“Morning.”He placed the documents on my desk. I picked them up and signed every single page without checking the contents.He did not move.I looked up. “Is there a problem?”“You didn’t review them.”“I trust you.”That clearly unsettled him more than if I had yelled.I glanced up. “How is my schedule today?”“You have a meeting in an hour. The interview is holding today which requires your presence. Then you will be meeting a client by three, and after that…”“Cancel all schedules after three pm.”He blinked. “But boss… it is the board meeting.”“It can wait,” I said, the smile still resting comfortably on my face.There was a brief silence.“Boss,” he said carefully, “did you sleep well?”“Yes. I did. Absol

Ayla’s POV“I am very sure you wanted the ground to open and swallow you that moment. What am I even saying? The Ayla I know would have peed on her clothes,” Ivana said, laughing without mercy.“It is not funny,” I groaned, dropping my bag and collapsing on the couch like a fallen soldier. “The second I saw him, everything from yesterday came rushing back. The club. The music. The shouting. Me calling him a scumbag in front of innocent bystanders.”Ivana clutched her chest dramatically. “Not innocent bystanders. There was an audience. You even had backup dancers.”“I was emotional.”“You were possessed.”“I was defending myself.”“You were attacking a stranger.”I threw a cushion at her. She caught it easily and kept chewing her popcorn like my humiliation was the evening’s entertainment.“I am serious,” I continued. “When they called my name and I looked up and saw him sitting there, I felt my soul leave my body. I was already pleading with my forefathers in their graves. I promised

Evelyn’s POVI got home, freshened up, and came downstairs for dinner with my phone already in my hand. I opened a game before I even reached the dining table, partly out of habit and partly because I did not feel like thinking too much. Lately, thinking had become dangerous. The more silence I gave my mind, the more it wandered into places I was not ready to confront. I sat down at the table without looking up, still tapping at the screen as the maids began setting the dishes in front of me.I lifted the lid of the first plate absentmindedly, expecting the usual. Instead, my fingers stilled. I lowered my phone slowly and looked properly. Then I lifted the next lid, and the next. My favorite meal. Not something random. Not something close. Exactly what I liked, prepared the exact way I preferred it. For a moment, I simply stared at it, as if the food might rearrange itself into something less intentional.I looked up at the maid. “Is this what was on the list for cooking today?”“No,

Evelyn’s POVHe looked like I had just kissed the life out of him.For a moment Damien simply stared at me, completely frozen, like his mind was still trying to catch up with what had just happened. I almost laughed at the expression on his face. Since I had decided to dance in this, then I might as well do it well. No hesitation. No half steps.“Do not be stingy,” I said, licking a bit of cream from the corner of my lip. “You bought the cake and you still will not give me some to eat. Are you the one celebrating the birthday?”He finally blinked and looked down at me, his eyes narrowing slightly like he had just caught me doing something suspicious.“I saw what you did there,” he said slowly.I tilted my head innocently. “What did I do?”Then I slowly sucked on my lower lip just to make it worse.He looked at me for a second longer but chose not to answer. Instead, he leaned back slightly and began singing.“Happy birthday to you…”I stared at him, then burst into a smile as he conti