All Chapters of His Ex-wife Secret Lover: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Margaret’s povCaroline was already asleep when Ethan returned home. Ethan saw Caroline laying on the couch it was obvious she had slept as a result of tiredness. She was waiting for him, but he saw her and left her there.Ethan made his way upstairs to freshen up. He took his bath and came down to have his dinner. Ethan went to the dining table but he didn't see any food there. He went to the kitchen and checked the food tray. He didn't find any food there either. This made him very very angry.Ethan went upstairs and got to the bathroom. He turned on the cooler and put very cold water in a bucket. Ethan filled the bucket with freezing water. He took the water downstairs and headed to the kitchen. He opened the freezer and brought out ice. He poured most of the ice in the bucket of cold water. Ethan walked gently to Caroline and touched her head. He felt her body was cold, the air conditioner was on and Caroline was feeling so cold. Ethan put on an evil smile across his lips. Ethan

Margaret's povCaroline looked at Samantha in shock, in awe, in disbelief. Samantha didn't speak, she laid her head low and said no words.“Samantha what are you putting on? Huh. What is this nonsense? What is this? Caroline yelled.“I don't…I don't understand ma, what is wrong?” Samantha stammered.“Oh to you, you see nothing wrong with what you are putting on. You see nothing wrong with what you wore to my house, huh?” Caroline yelled.Samantha looked at herself and checked if she had any dirt on her body. “Ma I dressed nicely and neatly because you said you liked the way I looked the other day. That is why I dressed nicely ma'am and I know sir will also be around so I dressed up to look good and presentable.”Caroline laughed. She laughed out loud not because nothing was funny but because she was losing her temper. Ever since last night after the hellish sex she had with Ethan, she began to like him because he was a better man in bed than Williams. She started developing feelings

Margaret's pov Caroline’s fingers tightened around the vase. Her breath came shallow as she crept closer, every step careful, every muscle tense. The strange sounds from downstairs still echoed in her ears, twisting her thoughts into something ugly and uncontrollable. Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure it would give her away.So this is how it is now, she thought bitterly. Even my humiliation isn’t enough for him.Her mind replayed Ethan’s words from earlier, the slap, the sting on her cheek that still burned beneath the ice she had pressed against it. Rage mixed with shame, and the shame hurt more. She wasn’t angry because he cheated, she was angry because he did it so openly, so carelessly, as if she didn’t exist at all.“Samantha has the audacity to have sex with my husband in my house. No fear. I don't care if he wants to have sex with anyone but not in this house with my chef. A mere chef” Caroline said to herself Her grip trembled.If he could parade women through this h

Margaret’s povMorning had long slipped into evening by the time Caroline stepped back into the house.The door closed softly behind her, but the sound echoed in her chest like a warning. The living room lights were on. Too bright. Too intentional. She stood still for a moment, her hand resting on the door handle, listening.Silence.She moved slowly, slipping off her shoes, her heart beating harder with every step. The house felt different now, alert, watchful, like it knew she had left without permission. Her eyes darted instinctively toward the staircase, then the hallway, half-expecting Ethan to appear without sound.Nothing.She exhaled, but the relief didn’t last.Caroline checked her phone again. No missed calls. No messages. That alone unsettled her more than anger would have. Ethan was never this quiet unless he was planning something.She headed toward the bedroom, careful, controlled. Each step felt rehearsed. Each breath is measured. She reached the doorway when a shift in

Margaret's pov The room went still.Samantha did not move immediately. Neither did Caroline. It was as if time itself had paused the moment Ethan’s voice cut through the air. The warmth Samantha had brought into the room drained away, replaced by a suffocating cold that settled deep into Caroline’s chest.Ethan stood just inside the doorway, his presence filling the space without effort. His gaze never left Samantha. It wasn’t anger that showed on his face, it was calculation. The kind that made silence more frightening than shouting ever could.“Come here,” he repeated, slower this time.Samantha swallowed. Her hands, which moments ago had been gentle and steady, now hung stiffly at her sides. She took a careful step forward, then another, stopping a few feet away from him. Her posture was respectful, controlled, as though she understood that any wrong move could cost her more than words.Caroline’s heart raced. She wanted to speak, to explain, to pull Samantha back, but fear locked