All Chapters of Love Betrayed by Ex-Wife Revenge : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

By the time Alyssa stepped out of the taxi, the sky had already opened, pouring down in heavy, relentless sheets. Her umbrella was useless against the wind that slapped the rain sideways, soaking the edges of her coat and the hem of her dress. The city lights blurred behind a curtain of water, turning the world into streaks of gold and grey.She stood in front of her apartment building for a moment, staring blankly at the glass door. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag. She could still hear Rafael’s voice in her head — calm, persuasive, venom wrapped in silk.We can start over, Alyssa. You, me… and your father’s legacy back where it belongs.Every word had felt like a hook, digging into the softest part of her.The security guard greeted her with a polite nod as she entered the lobby, but she barely registered it. Her steps were slow, almost hesitant, as if the elevator doors were the mouth of something she wasn’t ready to walk into. When she reached her floor and unlock

The morning sky over Ethan Group’s headquarters was sharp and cloudless, the kind of blue that promised clarity — yet the tension inside the boardroom said otherwise. Representatives from the foreign partner company filled the long table, their expressions polite but expectant. Ethan stood at the head of the room, calm and confident, while Alyssa prepared the final slides for their joint presentation.This project was supposed to be the breakthrough — a collaboration that could elevate Ethan Group to a global scale. Every detail had been refined, cross-checked, and perfected. Alyssa had poured countless hours into the research, coordinating with multiple departments to ensure the proposal was flawless.Today was meant to be her moment.A moment to show she was more than the woman people gossiped about — more than Rafael’s ex-wife, more than a shadow from someone else’s past.But the universe rarely granted such moments without testing one’s resilience.As the presentation began, Alyss

The night air was thick with tension, carrying the faint hum of the city — a perfect backdrop for the fire Maya was determined to ignite.She stood before the wide windows of Rafael’s penthouse office, her reflection glowing faintly against the glass. Below, the city lights flickered like silent witnesses as she rehearsed her next move.Rafael arrived moments later, shoulders tense, expression dark.He had been like this ever since the leak — restless, unpredictable, consumed by something he refused to name.“Why did you call me here?” he asked sharply.Maya turned slowly, her smile calm, her eyes calculating. “Because you’re about to make a mistake.”Rafael’s jaw flexed. “The only mistake I’ve made is not handling this sooner. Alyssa’s getting too comfortable under Ethan’s wing.”“There it is again,” Maya whispered, stepping closer. “Her name.”Rafael didn’t react, but something in his eyes flickered — guilt, perhaps. Or longing.Maya’s jealousy simmered like boiling water under a li

The office was quiet when Alyssa stayed behind that evening, long after most of the staff had gone home. The soft glow of her desk lamp cast a warm circle around her, leaving the rest of the room in muted twilight. She needed the silence — not for comfort, but for clarity. The day’s whispers still lingered in her mind, thin as smoke and twice as irritating.She opened her laptop, breathing slowly as she clicked through folders she hadn’t touched in months. Proposals, drafts, archived correspondence — all the forgotten remnants of past work. Most of it was tedious, but Alyssa wasn’t looking for something obvious. She was searching for threads. Patterns.Her fingers stilled when she reached a folder from nearly a year ago, back when Ethan had first mentioned the possibility of a large-scale collaboration. She remembered brushing it off as something distant, speculative. But now, as she scanned the emails one by one, unease tightened in her chest.Rafael’s name appeared more often than s

The office was unusually quiet that morning — too quiet, as if every sound held its breath. Ethan stood behind his desk, staring at the tablet in his hand, his jaw locked, his brows drawn in a tight line.Emails.Messages.Timestamps.All seemingly showing Alyssa communicating privately with Rafael.It felt like a blade sliding slowly between his ribs — not deadly, but deep enough to wound.Maya had delivered them so casually, almost innocently.She had walked into his office, laid the tablet on the desk, and said with a gentle smile:“Ethan… I thought you should see this. I don’t want you to get hurt.”Then she left, without waiting for questions.And Ethan… he couldn’t stop staring at the evidence.The digital trail was precise, polished, perfect. Too perfect — but still, dangerous.Why would Alyssa talk to Rafael behind his back?He didn’t want to doubt her.He hated doubting her.His fingers curled tightly around the device. He closed his eyes, but the images burned in his mind —