All Chapters of Ex-Wife's Revenge: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Shirley's POVI knew William would call.When he did, I kept it simple—told him I needed time to focus on the case. Nothing more.He didn't press. Of course he didn't.A part of me felt relieved. Another part… a quiet, aching hollowness.But as I walked through the house each day—sorting, donating, cleaning—I began to feel more grounded. Less like a woman lost, and more like a woman rebuilding.By the end of the week, I called my lawyer again."I don't want the house. I don't need alimony. I just want full custody of Abby," I said firmly.There was a pause on her end. Then:"Alright, Shirley. Let's focus our strategy there."I didn't see Steven again until the court date.It had been weeks since the threats, the texts, the late-night panic. He vanished from my life without a word—so of course, I knew something was coming.He walked into the courtroom in a dark tailored suit, surrounded by a swarm of attorneys in designer heels and custom briefcases. He nodded to the judge like he was

Shirley's POVI hesitated.For a moment, I really thought about walking over to William. Saying something. Anything.But before I could make up my mind, Steven came out of the courthouse.His footsteps were slow and deliberate, like he thought this was his moment. Like he wanted to be seen.He walked straight toward me and Abby."Shirley," he said, with that practiced, fake-soft voice of his. "It's been a while. You've taken good care of Abby. I'm really glad to see that. No matter how the court rules, I hope you'll remember—I'm still her father. The last thing I want is to hurt our child."I almost laughed.But instead, I gripped Abby's hand tighter and kept my voice steady."You don't need to say any of this. Not now. We both know the truth, Steven. Whatever game you're playing, it doesn't work on me anymore. And I swear to you—I will never, ever let someone like you raise my daughter."His expression faltered.For just a second, the mask slipped.He looked like he wanted to say mor

Emma's POV"Your Honor, everything was orchestrated by Emma. She seduced me. She manipulated me into leaving my family. I didn't authorize anything she did. She acted completely on her own."I sat there, frozen, as Steven's voice echoed in the courtroom. His tone was calm, smooth, even remorseful—like he was the real victim here. Like I was some desperate, vindictive woman who had destroyed his perfect life.His legal team moved swiftly—presenting carefully selected photos, out-of-context emails, and cherry-picked call logs.All of it twisted. All of it… lies.My stomach turned.How could he do this to me?He'd told me he loved me. That I was the only one who understood him. That his marriage was dead long before I ever showed up.He told me he'd protect me.That his lawyers would win everything for us.And he did win.But only because every loss, every consequence, every ounce of blame—was dumped onto me.I tried to speak. I wanted to shout, to scream that he was lying. That everythi

William's POVThe past few months had been an endless storm, wearing down Shirley's spirit—and mine as well. Many nights, long after the office emptied and city streets grew quiet, I found myself behind the wheel, parked outside Shirley's apartment building. The glow of her study lamp was the only sign that she was still awake, still fighting. I could see through the window: she'd be hunched over a pile of papers, sometimes rubbing her temples, other times stroking Abby's hair as the little girl drifted to sleep beside her. Those moments, distant and silent, filled me with a mix of helplessness and hope.One evening, after a grueling day filled with back-to-back meetings, I pulled into the underground parking garage of my company's headquarters, but didn't get out immediately. Instead, I sat in my car, scrolling through emails from Linsen's legal team. Their tone was cold, aggressive—every message another calculated strike against us. I felt the weight of the corporate battlefield set

Shirley's POVBy the end of my first week at the new job, I had already fallen into a comfortable rhythm.The work was fast-paced, but engaging. As the assistant to the general manager, I had access to real decision-making processes, emerging market trends, and conversations that mattered. It was demanding—sometimes I had to bring files home, finish a report after Abby went to bed—but I didn't mind. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I was rebuilding myself into someone I respected.The company itself was small, but growing quickly, one of the most promising names in our sector. I could feel the ambition in the air—every hallway conversation, every meeting, every deadline carried a sense of momentum. And that energy was infectious.Kevin, the general manager, was young, smart, and effortlessly charismatic. He led with quiet confidence, and despite his heavy workload, he made time to check in on the team. He always remembered names, birthdays, coffee preferences. More than