All Chapters of Ex-Wife's Revenge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

William's POV Honestly, there are times when the police station feels like a place where nothing gets solved. It's all bureaucracy and cold indifference. But still, there I was, waiting. Waiting for the bail to be processed, the money to be paid. I wasn't surprised when the lawyer arrived, looking unflustered as usual, ready to handle everything for me. I answered the police's questions briefly, my mind still too scattered to focus on anything other than Shirley and the chaos that had unfolded tonight.As soon as they took Steven away for questioning, and I was left alone in the holding room, I took a deep breath and allowed myself to finally settle, even if just for a moment. The small, sterile room seemed to close in around me, but in the stillness, I found a strange sense of peace.I stared at my reflection in the glass, noticing how tired I looked. There were days when I thought I had it all together, days when I pretended I was in control of everything. But tonight, everything f

Shirley's POVI stood by the window, the phone still warm in my hand. Outside, the sky was a dull gray, as if it understood the weight pressing on my chest. I had just hung up with my lawyer.There was no more waiting.No more hoping.No more giving Steven time.He had already taken too much from me—money, trust, and now, almost William's life. That was the final line.I used to tell myself, He's Abby's father. We've been married for eight years. Even if love is gone, there's still some kind of bond. Maybe we can end things peacefully, for Abby's sake.But Steven didn't want peace. He wanted control. Even now, he was refusing to return the assets he secretly moved. He wasn't just careless—he was dangerous. And I couldn't risk Abby, or anyone else I care about, getting hurt again.I took a deep breath and looked around the living room. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. Just me, and the soft ticking of the clock on the wall.Then I heard little footsteps behind me."Mommy?" Abby's small

Steven's POV: The bruise on my jaw had started to fade, but the sting of what happened was still fresh.William had hit me harder than I thought he would. For someone who always acted so polished and superior, he sure knew how to throw a punch.At first, I thought I could use it to my advantage—play the victim, threaten legal action, maybe even milk some hush money out of him. And if I got lucky, ruin his image a little while I was at it. That way, maybe he'd back off from my company for good.But he played it smarter than I expected.His lawyer showed up looking calm, friendly even. We sat down, and he asked a few harmless questions. I answered—confident, cocky, like always. I figured I'd rattle them a bit, let them know I wasn't scared.Then came the letter."Attempted extortion. Counter-lawsuit pending."Turns out, the entire conversation had been recorded. Legally.And that wasn't all. William's legal team had been busy. They found holes in my company's finances—tax issues, shady

Shirley's POVShirley's POVI never thought Steven would actually go this far.Take Abby without telling me? Maybe. Show up unannounced to mess with my head using his fake charm? Of course, that’s his usual tactic. But this—this was different.This was intentional. This was calculated.This was him using my daughter as a hostage.The moment I realized Abby's room was empty—her school uniform, her favorite teddy bear, all the small things she couldn't live without, gone—my mind went blank. I had no time to think, no time to break down. A sudden surge of adrenaline wiped out all rationale, leaving only one raw, primal command: Find her.I scrambled into my car, the engine roaring an aggressive sound in the dead of night. I drove like a fugitive, blowing through red lights, pushing the accelerator further. The only place I could think of was his company office. I prayed to God, to anyone who might listen, that someone—anyone—would still be there to give me a clue.But when I arrived, the

Shirley's POV I couldn't wait. I couldn't just sit and wait for someone else to find her. Abby was out there—alone, scared, and I was running out of time. I grabbed the keys from the kitchen counter, my hands trembling.I rushed to the printer, not bothering to think too much, just printing out a dozen flyers, then another dozen. MISSING—6 YEARS OLD—ABBY HART. Her sweet smile graced the page, and the edges of the paper felt cold under my fingers as I stuffed them into my bag.The city outside my window was dark and quiet. It didn't feel real. None of this felt real. This was my life now—the life where I could lose my daughter in a matter of hours because of Steven's madness.I drove. I didn't even think about where I was going. I just drove.The night air was thick, the streetlights blurry through the windshield. I parked at every playground I could find, getting out and stapling flyers to every lamppost, bus stop, and tree that would hold them. My chest felt heavy with each step. I