All Chapters of Ex-Wife's Revenge: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Shirley's POV这是一个令人震惊的场景，将雪莉（Shirley）从对女儿的恐慌，瞬间拉入了对过往创伤的恐惧和对家人的复杂情绪之中。我会完全尊重她对父亲的恐惧、对母亲的疏离、以及她对艾比的焦急，将这段内心和外部的冲突拓展得更具张力，并深化她对眼前局势的绝望感。💔 Shirley's POVEven though it had been more than ten years—a decade I had systematically worked to erase from my memory—seeing his face again made my whole body seize up.I couldn't move.I couldn't breathe.It was as if the sterile white hospital room vanished, and I had been violently transported back to that house, that bedroom, that suffocating night.He took a slow step forward. Then another. The immaculate, polished shoes, the perfectly tailored Italian suit, the same faint, expensive cologne—it was all terrifyingly the same. Nothing about him had changed, not a silver thread in his dark hair, not the predatory look in his eyes.He reached out a hand, almost gently, as if to pat my head, to reassure a frightened child.I didn't think. I didn’t choose. I just reacted—a purely autonomic response honed by years of survival.Before his hand could

Shirley's POVWhen I applied to college, I'd chosen the one farthest away from home. Not because it was the best, or even because I truly wanted to go there—but because it was the only way I knew how to escape.I thought I'd left all of that behind.The dark looks. The cold silences. The hands that reached too far.But evil doesn't always stay buried.And now, after all these years, it had found me again—with open arms, pretending to offer safety.Go back to the estate, he said.Give Abby a proper life, he said.No.Absolutely not.I would never let my daughter live in the same kind of fear I did. Never let her grow up under the same suffocating shadow.Now I knew Abby was with Steven. That didn't bring comfort—but at least I knew where she was. Steven was many things—dishonest, manipulative, selfish—but he wouldn't hurt her. He loved using Abby as leverage, and I knew that's what this was about.He wanted to use her against me.And it was working.Because I would give up everything f

William's POVThe smell of the hospital was still fresh in my nose when the doctor finished changing my bandages. He told me to take it easy and not use my arm too much, but I was more focused on getting Abby home. The injury wasn't bad enough to stop me from making sure she was okay, and that was all that mattered.Once the bandages were changed, I helped Abby up, and we left the hospital together. We didn't say much as we walked to the car. Abby was quiet, and I could tell she was exhausted. She usually had a lot of energy, but today, it felt like she had grown up in the span of a few hours. I wanted to talk to her, but I knew she needed silence. She didn't need more words. She needed peace.When we got back to the hotel, I packed our things quickly. The people I was working with were easygoing, thinking I had just stepped in to help and had gotten injured in the process. They saw the bandages and didn't question it much. I told them we would talk business when we got back to New Yo

Shirley's POVThe moment Abby cried out "Mommy!" and threw herself into my arms, something in me broke open. I held her so tight, I was afraid I'd never be able to let go. Her little arms wrapped around my neck, her body shaking from sobs, and I just stood there, in the middle of the airport, crying with her.We were finally back together.It felt like the world stopped spinning for a few seconds. I didn't care who was watching. I didn't care how I looked. All I cared about was that I had my daughter back, safe and warm in my arms.William stood quietly nearby. He didn't say much—he didn't have to. Just having him there gave me some strange sense of comfort. When Abby finally calmed down enough to breathe properly, he gently said, "It's late. You should go home and rest." His voice was low, gentle. I nodded, still too overwhelmed to speak. I glanced at him, meaning to ask how he found Abby, what happened—but his face looked tired, pale. I could tell he'd been through a lot, too. This

William's POVWhen I arrived home last night, the first thing I did was collapse onto the couch, the pain in my side flaring with every movement. The gauze around my waist was already soaked with blood, but I didn't have the energy to deal with it just yet. I leaned back and closed my eyes, letting the darkness of the room press in on me, trying to forget for a moment.I had carried Abby, ran through the airport with her in my arms, and forced my body to keep going, ignoring the burning in my ribs. But now, the damage was clear.The moment I peeled off my shirt, I saw the extent of the injury—deep red gashes running across my side, the skin pulled too tight, and the edges where the stitches had begun to tear. It wasn't just blood that stained the bandage. It was the weight of everything I had pushed through.I gritted my teeth as I unwrapped the bandages, the edges of the cloth sticking to the raw skin. Every pull was like a searing reminder of the pain, but I had to deal with it now.