All Chapters of Ex-Wife's Revenge: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Shirley's POVI felt completely shattered as I sat inside the police station, trying to describe Abby's appearance over and over. Thankfully, William had taken some pictures of us before we left home. He showed the police a photo of Abby in her Elsa costume — blonde hair, blue dress, sparkles, little cape. But the officers warned me it wouldn't be easy."There are so many kids dressed as Elsa tonight," one of them said. "It will be tough to find her quickly. We've sent officers out to check nearby cameras and talk to people. You and your friend should go home and wait for updates.""Go home?" I almost shouted. "My daughter is missing. You want me to just go home and wait?"They looked at me with sympathy but insisted it was protocol. I had no choice but to leave.William guided me gently out, calm and steady. He immediately called his security team, ordering them to start searching, pulling whatever resources they had to help.I sat in the passenger seat, gripping the door handle so t

Shirley's POVI could barely hold the phone in my hand. My fingers had gone numb the moment I heard her voice."Shirley," Emma said with a strange calmness, like we were two old friends catching up over coffee. "How have you been? I've missed you. Abby's doing fine. But it's time we had a real talk."My heart dropped into my stomach. Her words were soft, but they were soaked in something rotten—satisfaction, maybe. Or madness."You're insane," I snapped, struggling to keep my voice steady. "Give me back my daughter! This wasn't my fault, Emma. Steven did this. We were both fooled. We're both victims—don't hurt Abby! She's just a child!"I was shouting now, my voice echoing off the walls of the room, but Emma didn't say a word. Then a single, cold sentence followed."If you want her back alive, bring five million dollars to the abandoned mill outside the city. The one near Route 8. You have three hours. Come alone. No police… or Abby dies."I stood there frozen, the phone slipping slig

Shirley's POVThe moment we stepped into the heart of the factory, I saw her.Emma.She stood under a flickering overhead light, her face pale and sunken, but her eyes—those wild, bloodshot eyes—burned with something terrifying. Her appearance had changed: she was thinner, gaunt, sickly. And then my eyes found Abby.My baby.She was tied to a wooden chair, her arms and legs secured tightly with thick ropes. A wide strip of silver duct tape covered her mouth, her face streaked with tears, her body trembling in that crumpled Elsa costume. Her eyes locked onto mine the second she saw me, and she began to cry harder, making muffled, panicked sounds behind the tape.I bolted forward, instinct taking over."Abby!"But before I could reach her, two tall men stepped out of the shadows—guards. Both were armed. One of them raised his gun without hesitation and fired a warning shot. The bullet cracked against the concrete floor just a meter in front of me.I stopped dead in my tracks, frozen in

Shirley's POVI knelt on the cold, gritty cement floor, my knees aching from the hard surface beneath me. My hands trembled as I held the pen Emma had thrown at me — no, flung at me like a threat. The paper lay flat on the dusty ground, blank except for the few shaky words I had scrawled at the top. She wanted a written confession — a full admission that everything that had happened before was my fault, that she was innocent, that Steven was nothing but a loyal man torn apart by a jealous ex-wife.I forced myself to keep writing. Abby was still tied to the chair just a few feet away, her small frame shaking, her eyes wide with terror behind the gag taped across her mouth. She looked like she was struggling to stay conscious. I couldn't let her see me break. I had to be strong for her — no matter how much my hand shook or how many tears clouded my vision.But then I looked up.Emma stood just a few feet away from me, watching me with an expression I knew all too well — but had hoped ne

Shirley's POVI've always hated the smell of hospitals.The cold, sterile air. The heavy silence broken only by the distant beeping of machines. The overwhelming scent of antiseptic and something I could never quite describe — the scent of death, maybe. Since discovering Steven's true nature, this is now the third time I've woken up in a hospital.But this time, at least, I wasn't alone.The first thing I saw was William sitting beside me, his eyes shadowed with worry, clothes slightly wrinkled. He looked exhausted. I could barely speak — my throat dry and sore — but I still forced out a whisper."Abby…"William immediately leaned closer. "She's fine," he said gently. "She didn't sleep all night, and she hasn't eaten much, but the doctors said she's okay. Just shaken."I tried to sit up. My body screamed in protest, but I didn't care. "I want to see her."William hesitated. "You need to rest. Your body—""I need to see her," I repeated, more firmly this time. He looked at me for a lon