All Chapters of The Worthless Ex-Wife's Revenge : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

EthanDarkness, that was the first thing around me. Heavy darkness. Then slowly… I started hearing voices.Faint at first, then clearer. “Ethan…”My heart tightened painfully as I heard Serena's voice.She was crying.Even in my unconscious state, I could recognize her voice immediately.The sound of her crying pierced deeply into my chest.“Please wake up…” Her voice sounded broken and fearful.My fingers twitched slightly.Everything around me still felt blurry and heavy, but hearing her cry made me fight harder to wake up.I hated hearing Serena cry. Especially because of me. Slowly, I forced my eyes open. Bright light hit my face immediately.I blinked weakly. The first thing I saw was Serena sitting beside the hospital bed. Her eyes were swollen red from crying.The moment she noticed my eyes open.“Ethan!” Relief instantly flooded her face.She grabbed my hand tightly. “Oh my God…” Her voice shook badly.I frowned slightly from the pain in my arm.“What happened?” I muttered we

MarcusThe days passed slowly after everything that happened.My injuries gradually started healing.The bruises faded little by little. The cuts hurt less now, and I could finally move around properly without feeling like my body was tearing apart.But even though my body was healing…My mind wasn’t.Some nights, I still woke up suddenly from nightmares.Sometimes I would wake up breathing heavily only to realize Nadia was already beside me asking softly if I was okay.She had been taking care of me nonstop.Honestly…I didn’t know how to repay her anymore.Every morning before leaving for work, she made sure I ate properly and took my medicine.Every evening, she came back exhausted but still checked my wounds first before even resting.And my mother visited almost every day too.She would bring fruits, food, and sometimes sit quietly beside me while rubbing my head like I was still a child.I knew she blamed herself for everything.But honestly…I blamed myself more.That afternoon

SerenaThe moment Ethan was discharged from the hospital, I felt like a huge weight finally left my chest.Even though he still looked pale sometimes and couldn’t move too fast without feeling pain, at least he was home.With me.That alone made me feel better.The ride home was quiet because Ethan kept insisting he was perfectly fine while I kept glaring at him every five seconds.“I can walk on my own,” he complained for the hundredth time as one of the guards tried helping him out of the car.“You almost lost half your blood,” I snapped immediately.“I’m still alive.”“That’s exactly why you should be careful.”Ethan sighed dramatically.“Serena, I only got shot in the arm.”I stopped walking and turned toward him slowly.“Only?”One of the guards quickly looked away to hide his smile.Ethan immediately realized he said the wrong thing.“I mean...”“You know what?” I interrupted. “Next time somebody shoots you, let me know so I can clap for them.”The guards almost choked trying no

Serena She looked around thirty-five. Beautiful and elegant. But arrogant.“My name is Vanessa Cole.” She smiled slightly. “And I believe I’m now the majority shareholder.”Murmurs instantly filled the room.Interesting.I leaned back calmly.“How?”Vanessa sighed dramatically before crossing her legs elegantly.“I currently own thirty percent of Lawrence Global.”Several shareholders gasped softly.Vanessa smiled proudly.“And with Daniel’s twenty percent…” Her eyes sparkled with victory. “That gives us the majority.”Daniel immediately stood up so fast his chair almost fell.“What?!” He looked furious immediately. “I don’t know you!”Vanessa frowned as her smile disappeared slightly.Daniel pointed angrily. “Mrs. Ashford is my sister!” His voice echoed loudly across the room. “My shares belong to her alone!”The shareholders instantly started whispering loudly again.Vanessa’s expression darkened immediately.“That’s a lie.”Daniel looked shocked.“I never sold my shares!” he yelle

Ethan Ashford The article had been live for forty minutes by the time I had a full copy of it in front of me.I read it once. That was enough.Whoever wrote it knew things. Not everything — the details were shaped to suggest more than they actually confirmed — but enough. The will, the share structure, the timing of the boardroom meeting. Specific figures that had never been made public. This wasn't a journalist who had stumbled onto something. This was a hit piece built from the inside, funded by someone with access and motive, and pushed through a media channel that knew exactly what it was doing.I called Ray from the car."The article," I said. "Find the media company. Find who funded it. I want the full financial trail — every account, every transfer, every intermediary. Don't stop until you find the origin.""Already pulling it," Ray said."How long?""Give me two hours, sir.""You have one."I hung up.Serena was in the seat beside me, her phone in her hand, reading through t