All Chapters of Dear Ex-husband, I'm back for revenge : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Chapter 81 Just Him

Micah POVI have been angry since I stormed out of Allen’s place, but anger feels too shallow a word for the storm raging inside me. It is not just rage. It is humiliation, the kind that burrows under your skin and refuses to leave. It burns quietly, patiently, waiting for the smallest trigger to explode.I had walked out of his house with my head held high, shoulders straight, like nothing in this world could touch me. That’s the mask I always wear. But the truth? His slip-up cut me deeper than I wanted to admit. It reached all the way down to my bones and settled there like poison.And the worst part is… this isn’t new.I knew exactly who Allen was before I decided to come back. I had seen his true colors a year ago. He didn’t just make a mistake. He made a choice. He chose her over me, deliberately, coldly. I still remember the pain of standing there, watching the future I had imagined crumble like it was built on nothing but sand and l

Chapter 82 All yours

Micah POVHis lips crashed against mine with raw hunger, the kind that always made my knees weak and my anger melt away like it had never existed. I kissed him back fiercely, my fingers clutching the front of his shirt as if I could pull him even closer, as if I could fuse our bodies together so no one else could ever slip between us again. Allen kicked the door shut with his foot, the sound echoing through my apartment like a final declaration. His hands were everywhere at once, sliding under my loose robe, gripping my bare waist, then moving lower to squeeze my ass possessively, pulling me hard against the growing bulge in his trousers.I moaned into his mouth, the sound needy and desperate. The heat between my thighs was already building, slick and aching for him. We stumbled backward together, lips never parting, tongues battling for dominance. My robe slipped off one shoulder completely, exposing my full breasts to the cool air of the room. Allen’s palm co

Chapter 83 Sour

Ayla POVI ran out of the office like something was chasing me, my steps uneven, my mind louder than the hallway I had just left behind. That cufflink would not leave my head. It sat there like a stubborn stain, refusing to fade no matter how many times I told myself I was imagining things. It could not be his. It made no sense. Ethan was not here, not in this city, not anywhere near this life I was trying so hard to rebuild. So, what exactly did I see? Why did my chest tighten the moment my fingers brushed it, like I had touched something I was not supposed to?I pressed my lips together, shaking my head as I stepped outside, the evening air hitting my face but doing nothing to calm me down. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks. Maybe I wanted to see him so badly that I was starting to create pieces of him where he did not exist.That thought should have scared me.Instead, it made my chest ache.I got home still unsettled,

Chapter 84 Longest Time

Evelyn POVI took my time getting ready, not because I wanted to look good, but because tonight had to count. Every detail mattered. The dress, the makeup, the way I carried myself. Nothing about tonight was casual. I needed eyes on me, attention, presence. If Damien had a weakness, if there was even the smallest crack in whatever image he had built around himself, I was going to find it. And if I played this right, I could also pull something back for Aviellie & Co. I could not afford to lose on both sides.I stood in front of the mirror a second longer than necessary, adjusting nothing, just staring. The woman looking back at me looked composed, controlled, sharp. No one would see the tension underneath. No one ever does.Good.I stepped out and found Leo already waiting, just like I knew he would be. Calm, patient, dressed like he belonged anywhere he stood. He looked up the moment he saw me, and something softened in his expression.

Chapter 85 Careful

Eveyln POVI did not need to turn to know it was him. That voice carried a memory I had tried too hard to bury, smooth and dangerous, like it knew exactly where to touch. My fingers tightened around the glass in my hand, the chill grounding me for a second before I slowly turned to face him.Allen stood there like nothing had changed, like five years had not passed, like he had not been a fracture point in my life. His eyes moved over me with quiet interest.“Long time, Evelyn,” he said, a faint smile resting on his lips.“Allen,” I said evenly.He smiled slightly, like he had expected nothing less. “I was beginning to think you would pretend not to recognize me.”“I don’t pretend,” I replied. “I ignore when necessary.”That earned a faint chuckle from him, low and unbothered.“You’ve always been sharp,” he said.“And you’ve always been… present where you shouldn’t be,” I returned, my

Chapter 86 Game

Damien’s POV I wasn’t supposed to attend this party, and honestly, I blamed Charles for that. The man had the audacity to inform me at the last minute that he would not be showing up, dumping the responsibility on me like it was nothing. As I stepped into the hall, I already felt the shift in the atmosphere. Conversations softened, eyes turned, attention followed me like I had just walked into a courtroom instead of a business gathering. Of course, they were watching. This was the first time I was appearing in public after releasing that statement, and everyone here was hungry for answers they would never get from me.Colt leaned closer and subtly tapped my arm, pulling my attention to a direction across the room. I picked up a glass of wine without thinking and followed his gaze. The moment my eyes landed on Allen, something in me stilled. Our gazes locked briefly, neither of us looking away, like an unspoken challenge hanging in the air.“What is

Chapter 93 Bitch

Allen POV The front door clicked shut behind us as Micah and I stepped into my house. The lights were dim, just the way I liked them after a long, frustrating day. She kicked off her heels with an irritated huff, tossing her bag onto the couch like it had personally offended her. "You need to see how Damien talked to me today," Micah started, her voice sharp with annoyance as she paced a few steps ahead of me. "He is just so full of himself. Acting like he owns the entire damn party and everyone in it. Who the hell does he think he is?" I loosened my tie, watching the way her hips swayed with each angry step. Even pissed off, she looked good. "Should I tell you what Evelyn also said?" I replied, my tone calm but laced with amusement. "Even though they’re on odd terms right now, those two still protect each other like some unbreakable alliance. They had the guts to insult me. Bold as hell." Micah stopped pacing and spun around to face me, her eyes flashing. "Insult you? What ex

Chapter 87 Normal is Boring

Ayla’s POV I woke up feeling like my head had been used as a drum all night. Every little movement sent a dull ache through my skull, and for a moment I just lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to remember how I even got home. The last thing I could clearly recall was the bar, the music, the drinks, and… him. My eyes shut briefly. Bad decision. The spinning got worse. I pushed myself up anyway, dragging my body toward the kitchen like a soldier returning from war, and the first thing I saw was Ivana, already awake, already looking too alive for someone who had been out late. She didn’t even look at me properly before speaking. “Take the hangover soup and drink it,” she said, pointing at the bowl on the table like it was an order, not a suggestion. I didn’t argue. I picked it up immediately and took a few gulps, sighing in relief as the warmth settled in. “Oh sweetheart, you are the best,” I said, already feeling slightly human again. She turned slowly, arms folding, her e

Chapter 88 My Heartbeat

Evelyn’s POV As soon as Damien walked into the hall, everything in me shifted in a way I didn’t approve of. My heartbeat rose on its own, sharp and immediate, like my body had already decided what my mind was still trying to deny. Leo noticed. Of course, he did. He passed me a drink without looking at me for long, then leaned in just enough for only me to hear him. "Don't," he said simply. I looked at him. "Don't what?" "You know what." He tilted his head slightly toward the entrance, and I hated that he didn't even need to say the name. I brought the glass to my lips. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Evelyn." "Leo." He gave me that look, the patient, unbothered look of someone who had known me long enough to see through every version of my composure and said nothing else. He didn't need to. The silence between us said everything with perfect clarity. I looked anyway. Of course, I looked. My eyes had apparently stopped consulting me before making decision

Chapter 89 End of us

Damien’s POV I didn’t think. I didn’t plan it. The moment I saw her step out alone, I followed, and before my mind could catch up with what I was doing, my hand was already around her wrist, pulling her into the dim corridor where the noise of the party could not reach us. Her back hit the wall lightly, the shock clear in her eyes for a brief second, but it vanished the moment she saw it was me. She went still, like she had built a wall inside herself and stepped behind it. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice low but carrying more than the question itself. She let out a small breath, then lifted her chin, meeting my gaze without hesitation. “Do I need your permission now to be here?” “No, you don’t,” I replied quickly, trying to keep the frustration out of my tone, but it still slipped through. “But…” “But what?” she cut in sharply, her eyes narrowing. “Only you can show up anywhere you like and the rest of us should stay in our place?” “That’s not what I

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