All Chapters of Ex Husband Watch Out, I'll Ruin You : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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A NEW ME

TWO WEEKS LATERIt was two weeks after I came back from the hospital.Two weeks since the smell of antiseptic stopped clinging to my skin. Two weeks since the machines stopped beeping beside my bed. Two weeks since the nurses stopped calling me “strong” in that careful voice people use when they are afraid you might break if they speak too loudly.Two weeks since my child died.Two weeks since everything changed, yet somehow remained exactly the same.The house still looked like a house. The walls still stood. The furniture remained in the same places. James still went to work every morning and came back every night smelling like ambition, exhaustion, and lately, another woman.But I was not the same.Something inside me had gone quiet. Not peaceful. Just empty. Like a room after everything valuable has been taken out.That evening, I decided to cook.The thought came to me suddenly, without e

I'LL BE YOU'RE MISTRESS

JAMES POV THAT SAME NIGHT The moment I stepped out of the mansion .I turned back to look at the door.The light was still on.Jenny trusted me. She always did.That was the problem.She had always trusted me too easily, too completely. Even when I came home late. Even when my phone buzzed at odd hours. Even when I avoided her eyes at dinner. She never questioned me. Never raised her voice. Never demanded explanations.It made everything simpler.And harder.I told myself I was not doing anything wrong.Vanessa and I were not doing anything bad.We were not destroying anything. Jenny and I were already broken. Ever since the miscarriage, the house had become quiet in a way that felt permanent. She moved like a ghost now. Spoke softly. Looked through me instead of at me.Maybe I had already lost her.If that was the case, what was wrong with seeing someone who actually wanted me?There was no reason to feel guilty.I repeated that to myself as I got into the car.The engine started

I TOLD YOU I WANT A DIVORCE

Jenny PovEvery night, I stood on the balcony.It became a ritual.Sleep no longer came easily.The moment I closed my eyes, my childhood returned.The darkness of it.The shouting.The voices calling my name in that cold, sharp tone that always made my stomach twist. I would hear crying. Sometimes I could not tell whether it was my younger self or my baby.The baby’s cry was the worst.Soft at first. Then louder. Then fading.I would wake up with my chest tight and my fingers digging into the sheets.Tonight was no different.The night sky stretched endlessly above me, dark and empty. No stars. Just blackness. The kind that makes you feel very small.I checked my phone.10:00 p.m.As if summoned by my thoughts, it rang.I picked it up immediately.“Jen,” Sandra’s voice came through. Calm, steady. “I took some pictures as you instructed. He’s indeed there. I followed him there. He’s not at the hospital.”“I know,” I replied quietly, still staring at the sky.Sandra had followed him th

VISIT A LAWYER

(1:00 PM)It was already noon when I arrived at Jones Corporate.The building stood tall and polished in the center of the business district, its glass walls reflecting the harsh daylight. Lawyers worked here. Influential ones. People who handled high profile cases and delicate scandals behind closed doors.Sandra had introduced me to one of the lawyers who worked here. She had worked with him last year on an investigative piece. She said he was professional. Discreet. Reasonable.She had handed me his business card that morning before I left.“Try him first,” she said. “He’s not easily intimidated.”I had believed her.Now, standing in front of the building, I adjusted the strap of my handbag and walked in.The reception area was quiet, elegant, and intimidating in its simplicity. White marble floors. Soft lighting. The faint scent of polished wood and expensive perfume.Behind the front desk sat a young assistant with neat hair and sharp glasses. She looked up when I approached.“G

OFFERED RIDE

The rain began as a whisper.Soft at first. A light tapping against the pavement. Then heavier. Louder. Relentless.Within minutes, it poured.The kind of rain that soaked through fabric in seconds. The kind that made the world blur into streaks of gray and silver.I knew I should find shelter.If I kept walking like this, I would catch a cold. My shoes were already filling with water. My hair clung to my face and neck. My blouse stuck to my skin uncomfortably.But I did not stop.There were no taxis in sight. Not a single one. The street that had been lively just an hour ago now felt deserted. People had rushed inside buildings to avoid the downpour. Cars passed quickly, splashing water near the sidewalk, but none slowed.I could call James.The thought came uninvited.He would come. Of course he would. He would act concerned. He would scold me lightly for not carrying an umbrella. He would hold my arm and guide me into the car like a devoted husband.And later, he would still go to

TOO MANY QUESTIONS, FEW ANSWERS

The driveway was long and lined with tall trees. Even through the rain, I could see how vast the property was. This was not an ordinary home. The car stopped under a covered entrance. Before I could react, the driver stepped out with an umbrella and opened my door. “Please,” he said politely. I hesitated for only a second before stepping out. The rain did not touch me this time. Inside the villa, warmth wrapped around me fully. Soft lighting. Marble floors. High ceilings. It was beautiful. But I felt out of place. Like a stray cat brought into a palace. The man in white walked past me without looking at me. “Get her something dry,” he instructed calmly. “Yes, sir.” Sir again. I stood awkwardly near the entrance. A female staff member approached with a towel and a set of clean clothes. “Please follow me,” she said kindly. I glanced toward him one last time. He had already disappeared down a hallway. No introduction. No explanation. Nothing. I followed the staff m

HIS MYSTERIOUS

(10:00 PM)After I was dropped directly at my house, the driver waved me off, and I entered. The gate clicked shut behind me, and the sound felt louder than usual, like it was sealing me inside something I did not understand yet. My clothes were still damp from the rain earlier, and my hair clung to the sides of my face. I did not even bother turning on the main lights. I walked straight into the living room and sank into the couch, my body heavy, my mind restless.Now I was sitting down in the living room with my laptop, trying to search about this stranger. I knew nothing about him, but he knew almost everything about me and Williams. That was what unsettled me the most. It was not just that he was mysterious. It was that he was informed. Too informed.I typed random combinations into the search bar. “Man in white trench coat purple eyes.” Ridiculous. Nothing useful came up. I tried something else. “Businessman with celebrities no face photos.” That was when I started seeing them. P

CONTROL MATTERS

(A Week Later) (7:00 PM)The glass in my hand had gone warm, but I still had not taken another sip.The lounge was dim, the kind of place powerful men preferred. Low lights, soft music, private corners. No one here asked unnecessary questions. No one recorded anything. The city’s elite liked privacy almost as much as control.Across from me sat Daniel and Marcus, both longtime friends, both men who had built empires in different industries. We met like this once in a while, not because we had time, but because we needed to remind ourselves that we were not alone at the top.Daniel leaned back in his seat and studied me for a moment before speaking.“How’s Jenny?”The question was casual, but his eyes were not.I did not answer immediately.“She’s fine,” I said finally.Marcus exchanged a look with Daniel. “Is she?” he asked quietly. “We heard about the miscarriage. That’s not something a woman just forgets.”My jaw tightened slightly. I did not like discussing my private life, no

YOU NEED EVIDENCE

Jenny’s POVI stayed in his office longer than I should have.He had told me to sit, and I did. After that, he simply returned to whatever he had been doing before I arrived. Files were open on his tablet. A few printed documents lay neatly stacked to his right. His phone buzzed once. He ignored it.And me.I cleared my throat.Once.Twice.By the fifth time, it was no longer subtle. By the tenth, it was intentional.He did not look up.The only sound in the room was the faint scratch of his pen and the quiet hum of the air conditioner. I shifted in my seat, crossed and uncrossed my legs, checked the time on my phone, then locked it again.Was this another power move?To make me wait?To make me feel small?I leaned forward slightly. “Are you going to keep pretending I’m not here?”No response.I inhaled slowly through my nose. Fine. If this was a test of patience, I could pass it.Ten more minutes went by before he finally placed his pen down. He adjusted the cuff of his sleeve and t

I WON'T GIVE UP

Jenny’s POV One week later, I sat in the hospital room, staring at nothing. My eyes burned. Not from lack of sleep alone, but from everything. From crying too much. From thinking too much. From feeling too much. Back then, I told myself I was ready. Ready to fight. Ready to leave. Ready to destroy everything that had been built on lies. But now… Now, I wasn’t ready anymore. I lowered my head slightly, my fingers tightening around the cold metal railing of the hospital bed beside me. After I got the evidence of James’ infidelity, I did exactly what I said I would do. I filed for a divorce. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t look back. But James found out. Of course he did. And then he showed me just how powerful he really was. I swallowed hard, my throat aching as the memory replayed in my mind. The message. The warning. My brother. My only family. He wasn’t even related to me by blood, but that never mattered. He was adopted by my parents when we were younge

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