All Chapters of Ex-Wife's Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Shirley’s POV: The lilies were a mistake. I knew it the moment I saw them arranged at the entryway, all pristine and white. Steven had been clear: a simple, elegant party for our seventh anniversary. But in my world, there was no such thing as simple. Tonight was a tribute, a celebration of the perfect life we had built. The seven years I had spent as a homemaker—a title I wore with pride—felt like a beautiful, hand-woven tapestry, and I refused to let a single thread be out of place."Shirley, the first few guests are here," Jessica said, her voice a calm anchor in my whirlwind. She was my assistant for big events, a pro at keeping things from spiraling.I stood by the entrance, greeting our guests with a smile I'd perfected over the years, the one that said everything is fine, even when it wasn't. The house was perfectly decorated, every detail just as I'd planned. The soft glow of the chandelier reflected off the polished floors, and the scent of fresh flowers and candle wax linge

Shirley’s POV: "Mommy, mommy, I'm so hungry."The sound of Abby's sweet voice pierced through the fog of my exhausted mind, dragging me back to reality. I opened my eyes, blinking against the sunlight filtering through the curtains. My head throbbed, the weight of last night's thoughts still pressing down on me. Had I even slept? Or had I just drifted in and out of restless thoughts, staring at the ceiling in the dark, unable to escape the images of Steven with her?Abby stood at the edge of the bed, her little face crinkled in concern. Her big, brown eyes were wide, full of innocence, and it was almost impossible to stay lost in my own pain when she was looking at me like that."Morning, baby," I said, my voice hoarse from the emotional rollercoaster I'd been on. "Are you hungry? Mommy will make you breakfast."She nodded eagerly, and I smiled at her, despite the storm brewing inside me.We walked hand in hand to the kitchen. The moment I set foot in the familiar space, the smell of

William's POVSince graduation, I had made a choice that many found hard to understand—I turned down my family's offer to return and inherit the family business. I didn't need it. I had something far more compelling: the world of internet technology. I wanted to build a smarter, more efficient world, where everyone could experience convenience and possibility like never before. It wasn't an easy road. There were long nights and sleepless days, but slowly, my efforts started paying off. Now, I run a publicly listed company, and my life revolves around an endless whirlwind of meetings and business trips.The past few days had been particularly hectic—constant travel, back-to-back meetings, and barely enough time to catch my breath. I'd just landed from a flight and was on my way to yet another conference. The car was speeding down the road, the engine's hum offering a brief moment of peace. I closed my eyes for a moment, hoping to catch some rest before the next round of work began.But

Shirley’s POV: William left with his driver, as effortlessly as always. His presence lingered in the air, like a distant memory I couldn't shake. As he got into the car, I felt an unexpected surge of emotions—confusion, frustration, and a strange sense of regret. But I pushed it aside, just like I always do.Before he left, I asked for his driver's number. "Have him contact me once the car's fixed," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'll compensate for the damages." It was an automatic response, the kind I've learned to give.Then, I called for a tow truck and had my car taken to the 4S dealership. It's funny, isn't it? This car had been with me for four years now, and it still looked almost new. I mostly drove it just to take Abby to school, so the mileage was low, and everything was in decent shape. It didn't take long for the repairs to be done.But when I went to pay the bill, I froze. The total was… well, it was more than I expected. Much more. It was enough to cover our

Shirley’s POV: Before the detective had even finished pulling together the full details I had requested, he sent me the address of Steven's new house. When I saw the message on my phone, something twisted deep inside me. The address wasn't just an address. It was a place I recognized—too well. We had honeymooned nearby. The same hills. The same beautiful, wide-open spaces. It was where we had once talked about bringing our children someday, where we had dreamed of a future together. I had always imagined that one day, I would come back here, with Steven, with Abby, to share the beauty that had once felt so perfect.But I had never expected to come here like this.I wasn't here to confront Steven. I wasn't even sure I wanted to see him. I had no idea if I was ready to face him, to look him in the eye and ask the questions that had been gnawing at me for months. No. I didn't come for him. I was here to confirm something.Something that had been brewing in my mind for too long.Abby sat