All Chapters of Survived Betrayal, Made My Ex-Husband Crawl: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Victoria's POVNicole stormed out of the party that evening, her face flushed with frustration. Anna had spilled wine all over her dress, and the exchange between them had escalated quickly. What we hadn’t anticipated was Anna being there at all—she was Nichole’s husband’s mistress. The same woman he had been seeing behind Nicole’s back, blaming her for not bearing him children after three years of marriage.Nicole rushed out and I immediately went after her, but I paused midway, spotting Amara. She was dancing, laughing with some strange guy he seemed to be the owner of the Auction house. A twinge of concern flickered inside me, but I knew I had to be there for Nicole. I hated leaving Amara behind, but the situation with Nicole felt more pressing.The moment I reached her, she broke down. Her sobs were gut-wrenching, raw, and completely unfamiliar. I had never seen her like this before. Nicole, usually so poised and composed, was a mess, and I knew I couldn’t let her go through it al

Amara’s POV Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, the board meeting sealed my fate. Lena was announced as president of my father’s company. That scheming bitch had pulled it off—taking everything from me. I stormed out of the meeting, my mind racing with anger. Darius didn’t even look at me as I walked past him. I wanted to scream, to throw something. But instead, I just clenched my fists, fighting back the flood of emotion threatening to burst free. "Amara, wait—" Darius started, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t care anymore if they found out I was faking it. It seemed like even that wouldn’t be enough to save me from Lena. And if I had any chance of winning this fight, I had to play just as dirty as she had. I drove, the tears blurring my vision as I gripped the steering wheel. The helplessness was suffocating, and I hated feeling this way. Every road I took felt like it was leading me further into a pit I couldn’t escape. Without realizing it, I found myself at

Alex's POV Darius stormed through the door, his eyes immediately locking onto Amara as he rushed to her side. The moment he saw me, his expression hardened—an immediate flash of irritation. I couldn’t help but observe him closely. The man exuded an air of insecurity, desperately seeking validation. No wonder he was so easily manipulated by Lena. I walked toward Amara, closing the distance between us, and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Her cheeks flushed, and a shy smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Was she enjoying this to make her husband jealous, or was it the effect my touch had on her? That, I couldn’t yet confirm. For a moment, I found myself lost in the warmth of her presence. But I quickly refocused, keeping my tone steady. “I’ll be back to check on you after I handle some work,” I said, keeping my voice calm, though a part of me didn’t want to leave. Darius seemed to seethe silently, his frustration obvious, but that was exactly the reaction I wanted. He cou

Alex's POV We arrived at James’s mansion with Sam, and the moment we stepped inside, the staff quickly rushed him to the infirmary. Every move was precise—he needed to be treated, the bullet removed, and his wounds cleaned and carefully bandaged. I stayed close, watching silently as the medics worked, my mind on edge with every step of the procedure.Once Sam was asleep, stabilized and resting in one of the guest rooms, James and I left the infirmary and began walking down the hall. The faint aroma of dinner reached us, and then I heard her—Emily, shouting James’s name in mock exasperation, gesturing for us to hurry. She had clearly already prepared everything.When she spotted me, her face lit up and she ran forward, wrapping me in a warm hug. “It’s been a while, brother,” she said, her smile genuine. Then, her tone shifted slightly, teasing. “And what are you doing in town? I hope you’re not dragging my husband into your crazy world again.” I chuckled, shaking my head. Emily alwa

Elizabeth’s POV William returned to the room the next morning, and the moment he stepped in, the scent hit me—sex, arrogance, entitlement. He barely glanced my way before heading straight for the shower. My skin crawled at his shamelessness. But it didn’t matter. My plan was already in motion, and aligning with his mother had been the smartest choice I’d made. She promised to keep Nanny Vicky on birth control, ensuring she would never carry her son’s child. I didn’t need love from William; I needed security. With Liam leaving soon, my own nights would become dull again—but I was determined to make William see exactly what he’d been missing. I had to play this carefully. His attachment to that other woman was strong, just as his mother had warned. If I wanted to claim his attention, I’d have to use his ego against him, turn his own desires into my weapon. Later that day, my hands trembled as I drove out of town, following the address from the mysterious letter. I had never been