All Chapters of The Worthless Ex-Wife's Revenge : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Dave My house was in the Upper East Side.A beautiful brownstone that I had purchased specifically because it was in the same neighborhood where Serena sometimes had business meetings.I had hoped that maybe, one day, I would run into her on the street.Have a "chance" encounter that would lead to coffee, then dinner, then more.But that hadn't happened yet.Robert pulled up to the house and got out to open my door.I stepped out, stretching my tired muscles."Thank you, Robert," I said. "Go home. Get some rest. I'll call you tomorrow if I need anything.""Yes, sir. Good night."He got back in the car and drove away.I walked up the steps to my front door, pulling out my keys.I unlocked the door and pushed it open.The house was dark.I reached for the light switch.And then I heard a voice."Dave?"I froze.The lights came on.And there, standing in my living room, was Abigail.My ex-fiancée.She was wearing a burgundy dress. Her long black hair was styled perfectly. Her makeup was

Serena Dave's house was beautiful.A classic brownstone on a tree-lined street. The kind of place that screamed old money and good taste.He parked in front and I had James park behind him.The security guard who always traveled with me, Damien, got out first."Mrs. Ashford," he said quietly, "are you sure about this?""It's fine, Damien," I said. "We're just having a quick drink. You can wait out here."Damien didn't look happy about it, but he nodded.Dave was waiting at the bottom of the steps, smiling."Welcome to my humble home," he said."It's beautiful," I said honestly."Thank you," he said. "Come on in."He unlocked the front door and held it open for me.I stepped inside.The interior was just as beautiful as the exterior.Hardwood floors. High ceilings. Elegant furniture that looked expensive but comfortable. Artwork on the walls. Everything was tasteful and sophisticated."Wow," I said. "You have a beautiful home, Dave.""Thank you," he said, closing the door behind us. "

Serena The thought hit me like a physical blow.I should have felt satisfied. Marcus had destroyed my life for years. Seeing his girlfriend cheat on him should have felt like justice.But instead, I just felt... sad.And a little sick.Because no one deserved that kind of betrayal.Not even Marcus Wellington.Sarah and the man finally broke apart, laughing softly. They linked hands and walked toward the checkout, still completely unaware of my presence.I stood there for another moment, processing what I had just seen.Then I shook my head and turned back to the wine selection.This is none of your business, Serena, I told myself firmly. You're not part of their lives anymore. What Sarah does is between her and Marcus.I grabbed a bottle of Cabernet, paid quickly, and left the store.George, the security guard noticed my distracted expression."Everything alright, Mrs. Ashford?" he asked."Yes," I said. "Just tired. Let's go home."......When we pulled up to the house, I noticed Eth

EthanI had never felt rage like this before.Pure, burning, consuming rage.Someone had just destroyed my wife in front of five hundred people.Someone has the guts to humiliate her on the biggest stage of her career.They fabricated lies so convincing that her own company's stock was crashing.And whoever that someone was, they were going to pay.I got Serena into the car, wrapped in my jacket, still shaking from shock.She hadn't spoken since we left the hotel. She just stared out the window with empty eyes, tears streaming silently down her face.It broke my heart.But I couldn't focus on comforting her right now.I needed to fix this.I needed to find out who did this and destroy them.The moment we were in the car, I pulled out my phone and called Daniel Chen, my head of security.He answered immediately."Sir?""Someone just attacked my wife," I said, my voice cold and hard. "Publicly. Viciously. I need you to find out who.""What happened?" Daniel asked, his tone instantly sha

Ethan Ashford "There has to be something else," I said. "Some way to trace this back to whoever created it."Dave thought for a moment."The financial documents," he said. "The fake bank statements showing embezzlement. Those had to be created using real data from Lawrence Global's systems. Whoever made them needed access to Serena's actual bank account numbers, routing numbers, account formats.""So someone inside Lawrence Global helped Victoria," I said."Or gave her the information she needed," Dave agreed. "Do you know who at Lawrence Global would have access to that level of financial data?"I thought about it."Serena's executive assistant, Desmond," I said. "The CFO. The head of accounting. Maybe a few others.""We should check the access logs," Dave said. "See if anyone accessed Serena's financial files recently.""How do we get those logs?" I asked.Dave looked at me."I will need access to Lawrence Global's internal network," he said.I stared at him."And how exactly would