บททั้งหมดของ The Worthless Ex-Wife's Revenge : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Marcus The rest of the reception was torture.Watching Serena and Ethan cut the five-tier wedding cake together, laughing when Ethan playfully smeared frosting on her nose.Watching them dance again, this time joined by other couples, but still only having eyes for each other.Watching business leaders and celebrities congratulate them, shake Ethan's hand, kiss Serena's cheek.Watching Serena throw her bouquet—which was caught by a squealing bridesmaid.Watching Ethan remove Serena's garter in a moment that had the crowd whistling and cheering.Watching them say goodbye to guests, thanking everyone for coming, looking blissfully happy."Can we leave yet?" Victoria asked through gritted teeth. "I can't take much more of this.""We have to stay until the end," my mother said. "It's proper etiquette.""I don't care about fucking etiquette!" Victoria hissed. "I'm watching the man I love marry another woman!""He was never in love with you," I said flatly."Shut up, Marcus," Victoria spat

Serena When we arrived at the private airport, I was amazed all over again.I have been on Ethan's private jet before, but somehow, arriving as his wife felt different.The staff greeted us with champagne and warm smiles."Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Ashford," the flight attendant said.Mrs. Ashford.I didn't think I would ever get tired of hearing that.Ethan helped me up the stairs into the jet, his hand never leaving mine.Inside, the jet was even more luxurious than I remembered.Cream leather seats. Polished wood accents. Soft lighting.But what caught my attention was the bedroom in the back.The door was open, and I could see rose petals scattered across the bed.Champagne chilling in an ice bucket.Soft music playing."You planned all this?" I asked, turning to Ethan."Of course," he said. "This is our honeymoon. Everything has to be perfect.""It already is perfect," I said. "Because I'm with you."He kissed me again, this time backing me toward the bedroom."Mr. Ashford,"

SerenaThe plane began its descent, and I pressed my face against the window, eager to catch my first glimpse of the Maldives.What I saw took my breath away.Crystal-clear turquoise water stretching as far as the eye could see. Small islands dotted across the ocean like emeralds on a blue canvas. White sand beaches that looked almost too perfect to be real."It's beautiful," I breathed.Ethan came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder."Wait until you see the island," he murmured. "It's even more beautiful up close."The plane touched down smoothly on a small private airstrip.When the door opened, warm tropical air rushed in, carrying with it the scent of salt water and tropical flowers.I stepped out onto the stairs, and the view literally made me gasp.Paradise.This is actual paradise.The ocean was impossibly blue—so clear I could see fish swimming beneath the surface. The sand was pristine white, almost glowing in the late afternoon

Serena The next few days fell into a blissful pattern.Mornings spent exploring the island, swimming, snorkeling, and walking along the beach.Afternoons relaxing together, reading, napping, and making love.Evenings enjoying romantic dinners on the beach, watching the sunset.Ethan was the perfect husband—attentive, loving, and romantic.He brought me flowers he picked from the island's gardens.He woke me up with kisses and coffee.He held my hand constantly, as if he couldn't bear to not be touching me.And slowly, gradually, I started to forget about that text message.I started to convince myself it was just someone trying to cause trouble.Maybe Victoria, angry about the wedding.Maybe Marcus, trying to create problems.It didn't matter who sent it.What mattered was that I trusted Ethan.I loved Ethan.And I am not going to let some anonymous message ruin what we had.............On our fifth day on the island, Ethan suggested we take a boat to the main island for dinner."I

SerenaI stepped out of the car, smoothing down my burgundy power suit, and looked up at the Lawrence Global building.My building.Even after all this time, the thought still filled me with pride."Mrs. Ashford," my driver said, "I'll be waiting here when you're ready to leave.""Thank you, James," I replied with a warm smile.I walked toward the entrance, my heels clicking confidently against the pavement.The moment I stepped through the glass doors, heads turned."Mrs. Ashford! Welcome back!""Congratulations on your wedding!""We saw the photos, it was beautiful!"Employees smiled and waved, some even applauding as I walked through the lobby.I smiled and nodded, feeling both touched and slightly embarrassed by all the attention."Thank you," I said warmly. "It's good to be back."We returned from our honeymoon two days ago, and honestly, I am so excited to come back to work.When I mentioned coming back to work this morning, Ethan refused."Absolutely not," he said, pulling me b