All Chapters of Ex-Wife's Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

William's POVIt's been a while since the accident, but I can't stop thinking about that day. The car crash wasn't serious, and Shirley took care of everything—paid for the repairs and seemed to brush it off as if it were nothing. For a moment, I thought we'd go back to our separate lives, no more connections, just the way things were supposed to be. I'd go on with my work, and Shirley... well, she'd do whatever she had been doing before.But it's hard to forget her. I can't stop seeing her face, the way her eyes sparkled with determination during our debate that day. It was supposed to be a simple, professional exchange—just a back-and-forth, a healthy challenge—but I found myself more drawn to her than I expected. There was something about her. I'd always admired her intelligence, her confidence. We'd been so similar in university, always on opposite sides in discussions, our differences sharp and defined. But I never admitted to myself how much I secretly wished we could be on the

Shirley's POVI had been waiting for this moment. The truth. The hard, cold truth about everything that had been happening behind my back. When the private investigator's report finally arrived, I opened it with trembling hands, unable to anticipate the weight of what I was about to uncover. The ink on the paper felt like lead pressing against my chest.What I saw in those documents made my heart drop into my stomach. My husband, Steven, had been spending money left and right—money from our joint account—on things that had absolutely nothing to do with me or our family. The account that was supposed to be shared between us, for our bills, our daughter's future, had been drained. Not on vacations or family outings. No. He had used it to buy property for another woman, to purchase jewelry—expensive, extravagant gifts that were never for me.I couldn't stop reading. My eyes moved across the pages, unable to look away from the ugly truth.It wasn't just the money—it was the fact that he h

Shirley’s POVThe restaurant was intimate, the soft glow from the candles flickering on the table casting shadows across our faces. The ambient hum of quiet conversation around us did nothing to fill the void between Steven and me. We didn't speak much. The few words exchanged were polite, almost robotic—surface-level pleasantries. Steven focused on his food, occasionally looking up, but never really meeting my eyes.There was a heaviness in the air, thick and suffocating. I tried to distract myself with the menu, but the words swam together in my mind. This was supposed to be a celebratory dinner, a moment to reconnect. Instead, it felt like a performance.When the check arrived, Steven immediately reached for his credit card. He didn't hesitate, but when the waiter swiped it, there was a long pause before the waiter spoke."I'm sorry, sir," the waiter said, his tone polite but firm. "It seems your card has exceeded the credit limit. It's been declined."Steven's face fell, the color

Steven's POVLately, Emma had started becoming more... confident. I'd always known she wasn't the brightest, but I couldn't deny that she had a knack for keeping me entertained. In the beginning, it was just about the chemistry, the physical connection that we both knew was there. Emma understood exactly what I needed—something Shirley could never quite manage. With her, things were always calm, predictable. She was a good wife, yes, but she wasn't exciting. She didn't know how to keep things... interesting.It didn't matter. I wasn't looking for excitement at home, after all. Shirley had her place, and Emma had hers.When I came back from my business trip, I didn't expect Shirley to meet me at the airport. Usually, she'd stay home, preparing dinner, taking care of the house, like a good wife. That's what she did best. So when I saw her standing there, waiting for me, a small knot of unease twisted in my stomach. Something felt off.Her eyes met mine, but there was something different

Steven's POVI thought the call I received that morning was the confirmation I had been waiting for—the investor finally giving me the green light. But when I picked up, instead of the anticipated congratulations, I heard the cold, disheartening words that my largest investor was pulling out.No matter how much I tried to reason, to convince them, the line was silent, save for their final, unwavering words: "We've made our decision. The funds will be withdrawn. There's no further discussion." I could feel my blood start to boil as I set the phone down.My head swirled with frustration. How could this happen? Everything had been moving perfectly up until now. The company's profits were soaring, and the investment from this particular investor was supposed to be the last piece to secure the future. After this round of financing, we were on the verge of an IPO. I could practically taste the billions that would soon be mine. I could see myself sitting in an office that looked out onto the