Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge On My Ex-Husband : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The StrangerLora’s POVSilence swallowed me. I stayed on the floor of what had been my home, surrounded by shattered dishes and broken dreams, pieces too small to ever put back together. The divorce papers were scattered around me. My shaking hands gathered them, holding them to my chest as though they were the only solid thing left. Tears blurred the ink until the words began to fade.I couldn’t stay. Not in this home, not in this life. My legs felt heavy as I rose, each step toward the door a struggle. I stepped into the darkness, leaving the door wide open. Let them ransack it. Let it burn. What did it matter anymore?The street was deserted, lit only by flickering yellow lamps. My legs moved on instinct, carrying me forward with no direction. A dog barked in the distance. A car alarm blared, then stopped.A buzzing in my pocket broke my thoughts. My phone.St. Mary’s Hospital.My mother.A cold, hollow weight settled in my chest.“Miss , apologies for calling,” the nurse said, vo

A Wife's First DayLora’s POVThe marriage certificate felt like it was burning a hole in my purse as we left the registrar’s office.It had taken less than thirty minutes. Signatures, stamps, the bored clerk barely looking at us. And just like that, I was married.Mrs. Lora Jade Grayson.The name sounded wrong, like I was wearing someone else’s skin. My fingers went to the plain platinum band on my ring finger—expensive, cold, empty.Drake walked next to me, steady and controlled. No smiles, no softness. Just business.We reached a black car, way too fancy for me to even think about. His hand slipped into mine. Comforting, claiming. I felt a jolt go through me. I told myself it meant nothing. It had to mean nothing.“We’re stopping at Meridian Mall,” he said like he was giving orders, not asking. “The contract will be ready for review before we go to the estate.”I slid into the leather seat, the smell of new leather and faint perfume hitting me. Drake shut the door and went to the d

Under His Watch Lora’s POVThe moment Vivian’s cheerful voice cut through the air, my world stopped spinning.“Chloe, dear! You’ve arrived on schedule. Your brother came back with his wife. Isn’t this wonderful?”My body went rigid against Drake’s chest. His arms were still around me, strong and steady, but I could barely feel them. All I could see was Jackson standing at the bottom of the stairs, his familiar handsome face frozen in shock. And beside him—Chloe. Elegant, polished, her long silky hair cascading over one shoulder and her sharp eyes gleaming with malicious delight. The same woman who had called me useless, who had kissed my husband—my ex-husband—right in front of me while I lay broken on the floor.The same woman who had taken everything from me now stood in the place I had just been dragged into. My stomach twisted violently. The nausea I had been fighting since the mall surged again, mixing with pure humiliation. My legs trembled. If Drake hadn’t been holding me, I

Lora’s POV“You’re hiding something.”Drake’s words broke through my thoughts, settling into the room like they belonged there. For some moments, I almost assumed I had imagined hearing the words. My fingers tightened slightly against the sheets.For a moment, I said nothing. I told myself it was because I didn’t understand what he meant, that I needed a second to process it.But that wasn’t true. I understood perfectly.“I’m not hiding anything,” I said finally, keeping my voice even.Drake didn’t respond or argue or challenge me. He simply watched.And somehow, that was worse.The silence stretched between us, thick and deliberate, pressing in from all sides. I forced myself to hold his gaze for a second longer before looking away, as if I had nothing to prove.As if there was nothing to see.“Does it hurt?”The question came out calm, almost casual, but there was nothing casual about the way he was looking at me.“My side?” I asked, as though I needed clarification.His gaze didn

Lora’s POVThe moment she smiled at me, I knew I had walked into something I wasn’t likely to survive untouched.It wasn’t the kind of smile meant to welcome. It didn’t reach her eyes, didn’t soften her face. It sat there, perfectly placed, like something she had practiced and polished over years of deception.I stood at the base of the staircase, my fingers tightening slightly against the fabric of my dress. The house felt different now. The first time I had been here, everything had been overwhelming. The size, the silence, the wealth pressing in from every corner.Now, it felt like something else entirely.Like I had stepped into a place where every movement would be watched and judged. Drake stood beside me, his presence steady, unreadable. His hand rested lightly at my back, not quite touching, but close enough to remind me he was there.Close enough to remind everyone else too.Vivian descended the staircase slowly, her heels clicking against the marble with quiet precision. Ev