All Chapters of The Forgotten Wife's Comeback: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

[Ethan Blake]Back in the day, I’m not old, I swear, I used to see Adrian only when I was in town. And even then, it wasn’t as often. He’d call me when he needed something, like advice or anything involving our former business.What I’m trying to explain is that I didn’t see him every single day. We were hard-working men who didn’t have all the time in the world to squander or stalk people.At least that was what I thought until I put a fat ring on Isabella’s fingers, and now Adrian is everywhere.I thought at first that it was a coincidence. As someone who had managed to avoid him in public places, I knew how to get away from his sight. But this was different. I wasn’t trying to hide, and he was hunting for me.He showed up at a fun little party I was invited to by one of my foreign clients who was in the city at the time. Adrian wasn’t on the invite list, but his money got him in. He didn’t speak to me, or even get close; he just lingered for hours. He wanted to make sure that I kne

[Isabella Hayes]Someone finally broke the tense silence with a question.“Isn’t she your best friend’s ex-wife?”Ethan didn’t hesitate, didn’t pause for any sort of dramatic effect. He wasted no second with his quick response. “Yes.”No one knew what to do with that. I guess they’re so used to being afraid of a scandal, quite like the former me, that they didn’t know how to act in the face of somebody who genuinely didn’t do anything for public approval.“Is she the reason you no longer speak to Adrian? Rumor has it that you severed all ties with him.” Tassia said, finally find the courage to speak.“What happens in my personal life is my own business. I am not a man-child who would end a decade-long friendship with someone without a good reason. I have a good fucking reason, and it doesn’t involve Isabella.” He spoke firmly.Olivia let out a snorting sound. “Oh, please.”“You wanna talk thief?”Her lips clamped shut. She glanced around quickly, as if she were looking for a way out.

[Isabella Hayes]I was too excited to sleep. Opting to sit up in my study, staring at my phone, waiting for the gossip and comments to pile on.Because of this, I knew it exactly when it happened. It was around three AM when GossipQueen finally posted about me.I’m not a cocky person, I promise. I am a humble woman who lives her life the same way she always has, minus the depression and with a lot more money to her name. But I have to admit that the photo they have of me is absolutely stunning.Hell, I would fuck myself. I am gorgeous. The dress, the makeup, everything was phenomenal. There’s no bad angle, I’m so damn proud of myself for looking this fabulous. I didn’t lose my smile once.I was on the best dressed list, and now the most searched woman at the party. Woohoo.I tossed my hands up, cheering.GossipQueen wrote a really confused, angry, yet admirable piece about me.Then another. Then another.All within the hour. It was almost like she couldn’t believe the same woman she u

[Isabella Hayes]I sped through my meetings, which wasn’t very professional of me, but I think the clients didn’t notice.I had to tell them to schedule a second meet-up and send the necessary details to my assistant. The rumors really do nothing for your work when you’re rich.It is almost disgusting how easy this city is. Still, I know the worst is yet to come.For now, I’m not thinking about it.I met Naomi at the Burdan F. Malle. Yes, that is a mall named after one of the city’s millionaires. I defy you to find me a good mall in this city that isn’t named after a person, or something stupid.Naomi was in jean shorts and a baggy hoodie. She had a bottle of cold beer in her right hand, and a small cooler with what I’m presuming to be more beer.My body wasn’t exactly in the mood for a long walk, and I even had to trade my heels in for the spare sandals that I keep in my car, but I’m here to be a good friend.I swear it’s not all about me.“Hey!” I waved to her. Up close, I could see

[Olivia Hart]What a cocky little bitch.She gets Ethan fucking Blake to put a fat rock on her fingers, and suddenly, she’s Mother Mary.Walking around like she’s so goddamn important when she’s not.She’s still a poor, useless, ugly woman compared to me.I can’t believe she looked at me like I was beneath her. I didn’t have to work for Adrian’s affection either. That’s nothing to be proud of.Fuck, I hate that woman.I don’t get it. Adrian and I were fine. I was doing what I always do, and he somehow lost his shit over it. I guess spending years married to an ass kisser has him feeling like he’s in control.She doesn’t know what I can do to her. She has no clue what I went through, what I survived in Ravaryn.I am not the same woman. I can deal with both her and Adrian.I leaned back into the leather couch, staring at my phone. Adrian had made good on his word and fired him from his company. I stole enough information to teach both him and his family a fucking lesson.The Coles aren’