All Chapters of Ex-Wife's Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

William's POV I never imagined I'd be riding in Shirley's car, of all things.When I first saw the Uber request come through, I didn't think twice. But when I saw her name pop up on my phone, my chest tightened. Shirley, of all people, driving for Uber? It didn't sit right with me.I knew the depths of what Steven had done. I knew about the way he'd been playing both sides—keeping up the pretense of a happy family while secretly lining his pockets, shoving her into a corner without a way out. But to see her reduced to driving strangers around, struggling just to make ends meet, that was a harsh reality to face. I never imagined he'd push her this far.I had already heard whispers about Steven's shady dealings—about him funneling money, moving assets around, playing a dangerous game. But this? This felt like a slap in the face. He was making her fight for every dollar. If this was his idea of punishment for her, it was crueler than I'd imagined.She hadn't looked at me much during the

Shirley's POVIt's been days since Steven came back from his business trip, and I still haven't heard from him. He's been buried in work, as usual. I tried calling him multiple times, but every time, I get nothing. Not even a text. No excuse, no explanation.The last time I called the police about those damn jewels and properties, I thought we'd finally get things sorted. But no. He hasn't done anything. No transfer of assets, no mention of it. It's like he's pretending it didn't happen, hoping I'll just forget about it. But I can't forget. I won't forget.I tried to talk to him in person. I even went to his company during work hours, but the security guard practically kicked me out. They wouldn't even let me through to see Steven or Emma. Neither of them had the decency to show their faces. They don't want to face me. I get it now.The longer this goes on, the more I realize that if I keep waiting for him to fix things, I'll only end up more trapped. I can't keep pretending everythin

William's POVI had just stepped off the plane when my phone rang. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the caller ID. Shirley. It had been a few days since we last spoke, and I had been thinking about her constantly."Hello?" I answered, trying to keep my voice casual."William," Shirley's voice came through, sounding fragile, almost small. "I… I need help."The words hit me like a punch to the gut. There was something wrong. Something urgent."I'm here. What happened?" I asked, my grip tightening on the phone."I've been accused of stealing a passenger's wallet," she said, her voice trembling. "And now I'm at the police station… I can't get a hold of Steven. He's not picking up his phone… I don't know what to do."I felt my stomach drop. Shirley, locked in a police station? It didn't make sense. She wasn't the kind of person to ever do anything wrong. This had to be a misunderstanding, a mistake."I'm on my way," I said, my tone firm. "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."I hun

Steven's POVEver since Emma mentioned that Shirley and William knew each other from before, something had been bothering me. I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to it than just a casual acquaintance. Emma was rarely wrong about these things, and though I didn't fully trust her, I couldn't ignore the possibility. So, I did what any rational man would do—I hired a private investigator to dig into their past.Three days later, I received the results, and I should have expected the worst. The investigator had sent me a series of photos—Shirley and William, together, on their way to pick up Abby from school.The images were taken from a distance, through the lens of a camera, but that didn't matter. As a man, I could see the way William looked at her. There was something in his eyes—something deeper than simple friendship. It wasn't just a glance. It was admiration, maybe even longing. I didn't need to be a genius to know that these two had a history. And worse, it seemed

Shirley's POV "Look at what you've done!" Steven shouted, his voice shaking with fury as he grabbed the stack of photos off the desk and flung them at me. They hit me softly, fluttering to the floor, but the venom in his words stung far worse than any paper could. "I can't believe you're cheating on me. How could you betray our family like this? How could you betray my trust like this?"His words felt like a slap to the face. It wasn't the photos that hurt—they didn't feel painful against my skin. No, it was the accusation. It was the way he spoke to me, as if I was the one who had betrayed everything, as if I was the one who had broken this family. I felt my chest tighten.I had given everything for this family. My career. My dreams. My independence. I had walked away from my ambitions to make a life with Steven, to create a home, to care for our daughter. I sacrificed so much of myself, all for this marriage. And now, Steven was standing here, accusing me of something I had never d