บททั้งหมดของ The Worthless Ex-Wife's Revenge : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Marcus He was beside her, close, his hand at the small of her back.I stopped walking.The trolley rolled forward slightly and I grabbed it.I moved toward them but the car park was wide and they were already at the far end. By the time I had covered half the distance they had reached a silver car. The man opened the passenger door for her. She got in without looking back.The car pulled out and drove away.I stood there.Could that have been Sarah?I turned the image over in my mind. The coat. The height. The walk.But I hadn't seen her face. Not once. And Sarah was home with Kelvin.Wasn't she?I stood there for another moment, then shook my head and pushed the trolley toward the exit.Maybe I'm imagining things. You know, I'm under too much pressure and my mind is finding problems where there aren't any.Sarah should be home by now.I took a taxi back with the groceries.The house felt different when I walked in. Or maybe I was different walking into it. I set the bags on the kitc

Marcus The hospital doors slid open and I stepped outside and the rain hit me immediately. Cold and heavy and merciless, soaking through my shirt in seconds.I stood on the pavement and didn't move.I didn't have an umbrella. I didn't have a plan. I didn't have anywhere in particular to go.I just stood there while the rain came down.God.I lost everything because of this woman.Everything.My marriage. My pride. My name. My money. My position. My company.And now the son I thought I had, the one thing that had made any of it feel worth something, wasn't even mine.Three years. Three years I had looked at that boy's face and seen myself. Three years of birthday parties and bedtime stories and scraped knees and first words.None of it was real.All of it a lie.Is this what I deserve?The thought moved through me slowly, mixing with the rain.Is this my punishment for what I did to Serena?I remembered that night. The rain, how she was on her knees on the wet ground. Bleeding. Crying

The Boss Vera Sinclair is not someone you summoned. She came when she decided to come and she left when she was finished and there was no version of any conversation with her where you forgot who held the real power in the room.She was also the one person who had more reason to want the Ashford name destroyed than I did.And she had resources that made mine look modest.I got out of the car.The rain hit me immediately but I didn't hurry. I never hurried. It sent the wrong message.Felix walked beside me with an umbrella I didn't take from him.The bar was quiet at this hour. Low lighting. Private booths along the back wall. The kind of place where conversations happened that never made it into any official record.She was in the last booth.Vera Sinclair was somewhere between fifty and ageless. Silver hair worn like a deliberate choice rather than an admission. Dark eyes that watched everything without appearing to watch anything. She was dressed simply and expensively in the way o

Serena I put my hand on his face and turned it toward me."Let me go to work," I said quietly, pouting my lips."Serena...""I will take Clara. I will take four more guards. I will take Amara. I will not attend anything that isn't necessary. I will be home by five." I held his gaze. "And I will call you every two hours."He said nothing.I leaned forward and kissed him softly. Once. Then again, slower.His hand came up to my back automatically.I pulled back just enough to look at him."Please," I said against his mouth.He closed his eyes briefly."Every two hours," he said."Every two hours," I confirmed."Clara stays with you inside the building. Not outside. Inside.""Inside," I agreed."If anything feels wrong...""I call you before I do anything else."He opened his eyes and looked at me for a long moment. Then he exhaled through his nose in the way that meant he was conceding something he wasn't happy about conceding."Five guards," he said. "Not four."I kissed him once more.

EthanI was sitting in the middle of the meeting absentmindedly. The presentation had been going for twenty minutes and I only heard maybe four sentences of it.I looked at my phone again.Nothing.Serena had called once at ten in the morning, exactly on schedule, and then silence. I called her back thirty minutes ago. It rang out but she didn't pick up.I told myself she was busy. But not hearing her voice made me lose focus.I couldn't focus on a single word the man at the front of the room was saying."Mr. Ashford." My CFO, Gerald, paused mid sentence. "The projected figures for Q3 show fourteen percent...""Excuse me," I said.I stood up and walked out.The corridor was quiet. I moved to the window at the far end and called Serena's number again.It rang thrice.Then, I heard her voice."Babe. I'm sorry, I was in a meeting and...""Are you okay?"A small pause. "I'm fine. I promise. The meeting ran long and I forgot to step out. I'm sorry."I looked out the window at the city be