All Chapters of Ex-Wife's Revenge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

William's POV The report sat in front of me, stark and unforgiving, like a cold slap to my face. I leaned back in my chair, eyes scanning the figures, the facts, the damning evidence. The car crash—something I had hoped was nothing more than a tragic accident—was far from that. It was carefully planned. The driver's bank account had received a deposit of $50,000, and after digging through the records, it became clear that the source of that money was none other than Steven.I had suspected as much. There were too many coincidences, too many questions left unanswered. But seeing the hard proof, the connection between Steven and the person who had tried to kill Shirley, made my blood run cold. I should have seen this coming. I should have realized that the man I had once trusted was capable of this kind of deceit and malice.Shirley. I thought about her constantly. After the crash, she'd been shaken, terrified, her mind still trying to piece together what had happened. But there was so

William's POV Having Shirley as my driver wasn't the smartest solution.It was impulsive. Unconventional. Entirely inappropriate, by every professional standard I'd once lived by.But it was also the only way I could keep her close—without crossing a line.At least, that's what I told myself.The truth? I didn't want her out of my sight. Not after what happened. Not while Steven was still out there, unpredictable and dangerous. Having her nearby made it easier to breathe, to think, to be.And, to my surprise, I found comfort in her presence.More than once, I'd fallen asleep in the backseat. That never happened. I didn't sleep in cars. Not even on international flights. But something about her voice when she quietly hummed to the radio… the way the car stayed steady even through busy intersections… it made me feel safe.That kind of peace? It was rare for me. Almost... dangerous.The gala was tonight. One of the biggest industry events of the year—investors, tech founders, internatio

William's POVThe moment Shirley took my arm, something shifted.Her fingers were light, barely there, but my heart reacted like a teenager's—fast, irrational, pounding against my ribs like it had never been hurt before. It was a strange feeling. Unfamiliar in its intensity, but also… familiar in its purity.She didn't even realize it, of course. She was too busy scanning the ballroom, eyes wide, shoulders pulled back just slightly too stiff to seem relaxed. She was trying to appear unfazed.I could tell she was nervous. I knew her well enough to see it in the way her lips pressed together, in how her hand flexed gently against my sleeve.To be honest, I was nervous too. But for entirely different reasons.I wanted her to belong here.Not for me—but for herself."Come on," I said softly, leaning toward her. "Let me introduce you to a few people."Her eyes flicked to me, unsure. But she gave a tight nod.I walked her through the room slowly, deliberately. Not rushing.I started with Ma

Steven's POVI came prepared for a lot of things tonight. I did not prepare to run into her.The business partner I was speaking to was droning on about the latest market fluctuations, but the words blurred into an irrelevant hum. My gaze, suddenly cold and fixed, had found its target at the ballroom entrance.And then, Shirley walked in.She was on the arm of William Langston—the Langston. The man whose property holdings could swallow small nations, a media mogul with hands in every influential pie. The sight was a brutal, physical shock, landing squarely on the most vulnerable, most volatile spot in my chest.That dress. Pure silk and diamonds, tailored to perfection, screaming expense. That smile—easy, confident, faintly condescending. It was a fabricated poise that integrated perfectly with the surroundings, making her look like she belonged there without question.In that single, sharp moment, something deeper than betrayal, something colder than anger, ignited. I watched her, my

Shirley's POVI didn't expect William to act like that. He had always been the charming, carefree playboy, the one who never seemed to take anything seriously. In college, people used to joke about how he never got rattled by anything, how he played the game of life with a kind of detached elegance. But today... today was different.He had punched Steven. He'd actually punched him. And for me.I was still trying to process it. Honestly, I was a little scared. For a second, when I saw his fury, I couldn't help but feel like he reminded me of someone—someone from my childhood. Someone I never wanted to think about again.The way he had stormed over to Steven, the raw anger in his eyes—it brought memories flooding back, memories I'd buried deep. My father. The way he would lash out at anyone who crossed him, especially when he was angry. That violence, that unpredictability—it terrified me. Even though I knew William wasn't like that, I couldn't help but feel the same panic rise in my ch