All Chapters of Ex-Wife's Revenge: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Shirley's POVSince the day at the amusement park, William had been working almost nonstop.I knew it wasn't personal—his company was dealing with some legal mess with Linsen again. But our calls were getting shorter. Sometimes just a few minutes before one of us fell asleep.Most nights, it was me calling first. He always picked up. Always asked how I was doing. But I could hear the fatigue in his voice, like he was answering from the middle of something.One night, I asked if everything was okay.He said, "Just a lot happening at once. I'm trying to fix it."I believed him. I didn't press for more.We were both tired. That was all.Still, I missed hearing him laugh.Work kept me busy too.Our department had started picking up momentum. New clients. New meetings. More pressure. Kevin had a habit of adding last-minute meetings to the calendar without telling me, so I had to learn to stay ahead of him—double-check his schedule, prep his materials, sometimes even remind him what city th

Shirley’s POVAs soon as I saw Steven across the room, I looked away.I hadn't expected to see him here tonight, but maybe I should've. Linsen's people were present, and now that Steven was somehow back in the game with their support, it made sense he'd show up. Still, I felt my stomach tighten the moment I spotted him.This was a work event. I was here with Kevin and a few colleagues, trying to leave a good impression. The last thing I needed was personal drama. Especially with him.I moved toward the balcony, hoping to stay out of his line of sight. A bit of fresh air might help settle my nerves.But just as I reached the door, a hand grabbed my arm from behind."You in a hurry?" Steven's voice was casual, like we were old friends bumping into each other at a coffee shop. "You're not even going to say hi?"I stiffened. "Let go," I said. "This isn't the place."He held on for another second, then finally let go when he noticed people watching us. Kevin had even turned halfway in our

Shirley’s POVThe next morning, I walked into the office and immediately noticed something was off.A few people were standing near my desk, whispering. They quieted down the moment they saw me approaching, but their eyes flicked toward something on my workstation.I got closer and saw it.A bouquet of roses.It was wrapped in expensive paper and tied with a golden ribbon. There was a small card tucked into the flowers. I picked it up and read the neat handwriting."Last night's conversation was nice. How about taking Abby out this Saturday?"I didn't need to guess who sent it.Steven.For a second, I just stared at the card in disbelief. He really had no sense of boundaries. Sending flowers to my office? After everything he's done?It wasn't romantic. It was humiliating. I could already feel the tension in the air.One of the younger coworkers leaned over with a grin. "Wow, someone's got a secret admirer."I forced a smile but didn't say anything.Before I could sit down, another voi

William’s POVIn my family, holidays were never about warmth or celebration. They were just... dates on a calendar. Occasions to gather around a large table and talk business over a meal that someone else had prepared.For my parents, holidays were distractions for people who didn't have enough ambition.Even when we had family dinners, the conversations were always about stocks, acquisitions, or strategic partnerships. Never feelings. Never memories. If they wanted to know how I was doing, they'd ask my tutors, my doctor, or my assistant. But not me.So, I never grew up with the idea that holidays could be joyful. I didn't know what it felt like to decorate the house with silly ornaments, or to get excited over what costume to wear. Those were things I only saw on TV. Things that belonged to other people.After I left home, work became everything. Maybe part of me wanted to prove I didn't need the family name. I wanted to build something on my own. Something that mattered. So I worke

William’s POVHalloween was finally here.I wrapped up work earlier than usual, turned off my phone for the night, and headed to Shirley's apartment. We'd planned to have dinner together before taking Abby out for trick-or-treating.I wasn't sure why I felt a little nervous.Maybe it was because I hadn't celebrated Halloween like this before. Maybe it was because tonight felt more important than I wanted to admit.When I arrived, the smell of something warm and comforting filled the apartment—Shirley had already started cooking. Abby ran over in her costume, spinning around with her arms out. "Look! I'm Elsa!"Her pale blue gown sparkled under the lights, and she'd insisted on wearing a tiny plastic crown, even though it kept sliding down."You look like royalty," I told her. She beamed.Shirley was still in her room getting ready, so Abby dragged me to the mirror to check my costume. I had the armor on, but I was struggling with the belt. No matter how I adjusted it, something felt o