Todos os capítulos de Revenge After Divorce: All Men Want Her : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Elena’s POVA storm was raging outside.How fitting. My life was a train wreck, so why shouldn't the weather be?I stared out the tinted window of the sedan, watching the city turn into a gray smudge. Beside me, Julian—my husband of seven years—was cooing into his phone. He wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. The volume was up, and his voice was dripping with that fake, sugary tone that used to be reserved for me."No, babe, I told you. I’m not with her. Just stuck in a boring-as-hell meeting. I swear."He tossed a half-assed glance my way. I didn't move. I just kept staring at nothing.Thinking he’d successfully played me, he went right back to his little mistress."Buy whatever you want. It’s an investment for your brand, right? I’ll have my assistant wire you another hundred grand tomorrow. An apartment? Sure. We’ll go house-hunting together this weekend."He hung up, wearing a smug little grin that made my skin crawl.Seven years.We’d started with nothing. We’d shared dollar-s

Elena’s POVWhen Julian walked in later that night, he walked straight into a crime scene. The living room was a wreck—broken glass everywhere and bridge cards scattered like confetti across the rug. Rose was slumped on the sofa, sobbing like a martyr, ready to give him her version of the "scandal."Julian went pale. He turned to me, his fists clenched tight enough to turn his knuckles white."Elena, what the hell is wrong with you today? What are you trying to do? Destroy this family?"He took a step toward me, his voice shaking with pure rage."And why didn't you tell me you had three days off? I sat outside your office for two hours like a damn idiot!"I didn't even blink. I just gave him a look so cold it could have frozen hell over."I’ve spent years waiting for you, Julian. And I never threw a tantrum like the one you’re having right now."I didn't wait for an answer. I turned my back on him and headed for the stairs. Behind me, Rose’s shrill voice cut through the air."That pat

Elena’s POVI stood outside the club, staring up at that glowing window one last time. Without a flicker of doubt, I pulled out my phone and dialed the police.“Hi, I’d like to report some illegal activity at the Private Club… Yeah, third floor. It’s a prostitution sting waiting to happen.”Damon watched me, a predator’s grin spreading across his face.“It’s done,” he said, checking his own screen. “The photos will hit her university’s forum in an hour. By tomorrow morning, the whole campus will know exactly how Candy’s been paying her tuition.”I didn’t say anything. I just watched the streetlights.“Elena,” Damon’s voice dropped, “why did you ask me to keep Julian’s name out of the police report? You still catching feelings for that loser?”“Don’t be ridiculous,” I snapped. “His company is going public soon. If he goes down now, my shares are worth zero. I’m not protecting my husband, Damon. I’m protecting my bank account.”He nodded, looking more than satisfied with that answer. Wh

Elena’s POVI struggled, but Damon was a solid wall of muscle. Julian was just upstairs—one floor between us and a total disaster. If he walked down now and caught us like this, my entire plan would go up in flames before I even made my first move.Damon, of course, was loving every second of my panic. That smug, dark grin never left his face."What if he sees us? Wouldn't that be easier?" he murmured. "Then you’d finally have to sign those damn divorce papers.""Damon, stop it!" I hissed, trying to shove him off with everything I had."Hmm?"He didn't move an inch. Instead, he leaned down and pressed a hot, lingering kiss right against my earlobe. A violent shiver ripped through me. This man had figured out exactly where my buttons were in a single night, and he was clearly planning to push every last one of them.My face was burning, a dull heat prickling the tips of my ears. I was caught somewhere between pure rage and a weird kind of vulnerability I absolutely hated. His fingers b

Elena’s POVJulian didn't crawl home until noon the next day.He looked infuriatingly perfect—tailored suit, every hair in place, the ultimate "poster boy" husband. He even had the nerve to be carrying a massive bouquet of red roses.Damon had left ten minutes ago. Another quarter of an hour and Julian would have walked straight into his own replacement.I was tieing up the trash bags when the front door opened. For a second, I thought Damon had forgotten something, but then Julian’s beaming face popped up from behind the flowers."Babe! These were a nightmare to track down. I had to hit three different florists. You like them?"I gave the bouquet a look that could have killed the roses on the spot, then brushed past him with a heavy trash bag in each hand."Great. Fantastic."Julian, clearly thinking a few petals could pay for his sins, rushed over to grab the bags from me."Let me, honey. Go put those in a vase. I’ll handle the trash."I froze. Julian walked off with the bags. I had