All Chapters of My Ex Husband Who Despised Me Before, Now Wants Me Back.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Are you okay, Mr. Frederick? Because seriously, it seems you aren’t.” Sarah folded her arms tightly across her chest, trying hard to maintain the cold expression on her face. “You can kindly use the door. I guess you’ve overused your welcome.”Frederick stood there unmoving.His eyes never left her face for one second.The office suddenly felt too quiet and too heavy.“Sarah…” he forced out softly, his voice rough like something was stuck in his throat. “I have never stopped loving you ever since you left me.”Sarah’s expression tightened slightly but she quickly hid it.Frederick took a slow step forward.“I know what I did was wrong,” he continued painfully. “In fact, I admitted my mistakes already. I know I hurt you… I know I ruined everything between us…”His breathing became uneven.“But from the bottom of my heart…” he said again, his voice lowering emotionally, “…I sincerely want you back.”Silence, the air between them grew tense immediately.Then suddenly… A sharp laugh esca

“Sarah!”Gideon's voice echoed sharply through the office.Both of them turned instantly.Gideon stood at the entrance. His eyes landed directly on Frederick's hand holding Sarah's wrist, and the atmosphere changed immediately.The air suddenly felt heavier. Neither Sarah nor Frederick expected him to appear at that exact moment.For a brief second, nobody spoke… The silence stretched then Gideon slowly stepped forward.“What are you doing here?” he asked in a deep, husky tone.His voice was calm.Too calm.And that was exactly what made it dangerous.“I think I was about leaving,” Frederick replied.He released Sarah's wrist immediately.Without waiting for further questions, he turned around and began walking away. He ignored Gideon completely, which only made the tension worse.Gideon remained standing there, watching him leave. His jaw tightened. His eyes followed Frederick until he disappeared from sight. Only after he could no longer see him did he slowly turn his attention back

"She's not living in China," the voice on the phone had said. Thick, unfamiliar, deliberate. "But knowing what we know now, we're only one step away from exposing his secret to her."The words lingered in Gideon's ear long after the call ended. He stood by the window of his office, the phone resting loosely in his palm, staring at the city below without really seeing it. The room felt too quiet, the kind of quiet that comes before something big.Then, all at once, the tension melted from his shoulders."Ohhh, yes!"He rose so suddenly that his chair rolled back and struck the wall. He didn't notice. A grin spread across his face, wide and boyish, nothing like the composed, calculating man who ran meetings and closed deals without blinking."Babe…" He turned to Sarah, practically bouncing on his heels. "I think we need to celebrate."She looked up from the papers in her hand, one eyebrow raised. "Celebrate what, exactly?"He didn't answer right away. He laughed, a short, breathless sou

Day one of the Debunk Campaign began at seven in the morning, and by eight, Williams Empire sounded like a different place.Cheers echoed through the lobby. Workers who had gone three months without pay stood in long lines at the finance desk, clutching their ID cards, some laughing, some crying openly as the first transfers landed. A cleaner in a faded uniform kissed her phone screen. A security guard kept refreshing his banking app with trembling fingers, as though the number might disappear if he blinked.“Thank God for Miss Benicta,” someone whispered.“God bless that woman.”Sarah stood near the glass entrance, watching it all in silence. For one quiet moment she let herself feel it. These people had done nothing to her. They were not her enemies. Her war was never with the cleaner or the guard. It was with the family that had let them starve while they counted their pearls.A woman in a faded uniform approached her shyly, twisting a handkerchief between her fingers.“Madam,” she

The house stood two streets from Williams Tower, behind tall iron gates and a garden trimmed so neatly it looked unreal. By evening, the lamps in the study were lit.Hannah sat in her leather armchair, gloves off, tea untouched. Margaret perched on the edge of the sofa like a girl awaiting a verdict.“Show me.”Margaret slid a stack of photographs across the table. Sarah leaving Clomoy Bar in the dark. Sarah at the counter with a glass in her hand.“The bartender recognized her. She has been lying to everyone, Mrs. Williams, even Gideon. And Frederick was in the same bar the same night. She still wants him.”“A woman at a bar,” Hannah said. “That is gossip, my dear, not a weapon. The papers will print it for a day, and by the second they will call her brave.”“Then I will ruin her. I can—”“Ruin,” Hannah said, “is for people who can recover.”The room went very quiet.“I told my son this morning, and I am telling you now. Sarah does not get to recover.”Margaret’s voice dropped to a w