All Chapters of My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Eve’s carefully prepared slides flashed open and were swiftly altered, the content changing line by line. Before long, the device powered off once again, swallowing the room in darkness.Across town, Amelia withdrew her hands from her own laptop, a quiet satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as she closed it gently. She had carefully prepared a grand "surprise" for Eve, something she wouldn't see coming, leaving it to be uncovered the following day.Afterward, she headed for a shower, planning to visit the hospital later. Despite having hired a caregiver, leaving Howard alone in the ward never sat right with her. The urge to be nearby, just in case, kept pulling her back.Amelia had just finished her shower, running a towel through her hair. Before she could reach for the hairdryer, someone knocked at the door. She didn't think much of it, probably just Viola stopping by. After all, Lucas hadn't come here today, and at this hour, Viola was the only one who ever knocked. With a cheerful gri

"Oh?" Eve stopped mid-taunt as the driver's side door burst open. A wicked grin spread across her face as she lifted her phone, angling for the perfect shot, she was finally going to unmask the man Amelia had been hiding behind that car door.Exposing his identity would be her crowning moment, the solid evidence her brother needed to finally move on from Amelia for good. Ruining Amelia’s life…Reputation was all she cared about now, and this video would ensure everyone saw how shameless Amelia was.Yet, as the car door opened, the man who stepped out caught Eve by surprise. Commanding the scene with quiet confidence, his presence was unmistakable, there was something familiar about him, though she couldn't quite place it.Expecting to find a balding, overweight man well past his prime, Eve was blindsided by the reality. Instead, the man was young, striking, and carried himself with a magnetic kind of power.As confusion flickered in her eyes, the man turned to face her. A jolt of recog

"You've kept the laptop away! Why should I slap myself then?" Eve snapped, her face twisted into a stormy, defiant mask. "Out of my way!" She glared at Amelia, her eyes blazing with pure, venomous spite.“A deal's a deal. If you're going to back out now, don't blame me for getting a little rough," Amelia said, her eyes narrowing into dangerous, sharp slits.Eve scoffed, a derisive sound escaping her lips. "Oh please. Let's see what you've got then, huh?"“Gladly." Amelia, without a moment's hesitation, pulled out her phone, the screen glowing. "I'll just make a quick call to Mr. Sullivan."“Don't you dare!" Eve blanched, her face draining of color as she instinctively slapped her hand down over Amelia’s phone, trying to stop her.“Stick to the bet we made, and I won't call him," Amelia said, her voice steady and unwavering.“Amelia, you're being too over the top!" Eve snapped, her words forced through clenched teeth.“So what?" Amelia sneered, a cold, mocking glint in her eyes. "Let's

"Oh? Hasn’t Eve told you?" Carla shot back, her glare simmering with anger and arrogance.Martha, stung by the disrespect from someone so much younger, shifted her scowl toward Marcus and Paula. "So this is what passes for discipline in the Ford household? You let your children act this rudely?"Paula sneered. "And what if it is? What are you going to do about it? The Wrights don't even come close to measuring up to my family. We could walk all over you if we wished."Martha sputtered in outrage, turning away from Paul and fixing Marcus with an imploring look. She refused to believe he'd let things unfold in this way. "Mr. Ford, are you really going to stand by while the women in your family behave so arrogantly? Don't you worry about offending the wrong people and dragging the Ford family name through the mud in Critport?"Marcus shot Martha a sharp glare, a scowl etched on his face. "That's rich coming from you! If your daughter hadn't crossed the wrong people and dragged my daughter

Howard was bedridden, his bones still healing. If he weren't hurt, he would have gotten up and slapped him, hard. That phone could have left Amelia with a concussion or permanent scars.“What's the problem?" Damian snapped. "She's the one tanking the Wright Group's stock price. She's been secretly buying up shares behind our backs! Her intentions are clear as day!"Suddenly, Howard laughed. There was a sharp edge to it, cold and knowing.“Grandma? How can you laugh at a time like this?" Damian stared, stunned. The company was on the edge. One wrong step, and they could go bankrupt. And yet, she was laughing.“Why shouldn't I laugh?" Howard turned to Amelia with a proud smile and gave her a thumbs-up. "Good job, Amelia."Sophia stepped in. "Howard… Aren't you worried about hurting Damian’s feelings? What Amelia did this time really crossed the line. She…”“Shut up," Howard snapped before Sophia could finish. His eyes narrowed. "No one asked for your opinion."Sophia’s hands clenched ben