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The walls were aged and yellow. The curtains were unable to close correctly. On the carpet there were stains I didn't want to look at because they disgusted me. However I could now only afford it, no lavish place or expensive food and wine or whatever. I still couldn't believe that Seth, the former CFO of Sinclair Cosmetics, was hiding like a rat. I gazed at the TV screen and I was angry as the same news clip was replayed. Standing tall in that dumb black suit, Selene my ex wife delivered speeches as if she were a member of the royal family. She had given me a blow I might get her gummy recover from and I hated her more than anything.

I ran my hand through my hair and over my face, trying to suppress the tension building in me. Who would have thought I’d ever hear something like that? Even though I wanted to hurt Noah, to destroy everything he had built, I couldn’t believe that because Mr jade gave me the sex tape of my so-called husband, he now thought he had the right to tell me he was willing to help me kill Noah. Even though a part of me wanted to, even though somewhere deep inside, I believed that injuring him might be the best revenge I could serve him. I swallowed hard, forcing my trembling hands together with a clap. “Thank you for helping me,” I said softly, then continued, “But you can take your mind off it now.

And now she stood here, not just alive—furious. She cut through the crowd like a knife through silk. Each heel strike echoed, a heartbeat, a countdown. A murmur spread fast, snapping from mouth to mouth. “Evelyn Lockwood?” “She’s supposed to be dead.” “This can’t be real.” She reached for a tray without looking, plucked a glass of champagne, held it like a weapon. Her voice carried, sharp and sure. “Hello, ex-husband. I’m back.” The room froze. Every gaze swung to Damien.

"I wanted her to know her place. Instead, she ran to Damien Cross, of all people. Do you have any idea what kind of ammunition that gives him?" "So what?" I leaned forward, letting my dress dip lower. "She's desperate and pregnant. He's using her to get to you. Everyone can see that. You're Adrian Sterling. You have the power here." Adrian's eyes finally left the screen, but they didn't hold the heat I wanted. They were cold, calculating. "Power means nothing if I can't control my own wife." "Ex-wife," I corrected, a sharp edge creeping into my voice despite myself. "She signed the papers. She's nothing now. Just another gold digger who thought she could trap a rich man with a baby."

The wedding reception had started with laughter and music—the sound of love songs that were being played as Gavin and I found ourselves on the dance floor. This was the start of my new life as Monica jones, wife to a powerful billionaire and the beginning of my revenge against my ex husband and ex best friend.

This is how Don Austin William's second wife really looks. Jane Oliver, the ex-wife of Don Austin William who chose to give in to her husband and Calysta's affair. Who is increasingly shining with her steps as one of the pillars of SEO. Don Austin William enlists the help of his ex-wife to boost sales. Evidence of the covered-up affair begins to emerge. Is this karma? And many more similar news with photos scattered wherever the accounts exposed the news.

Tomorrow is a big day for her though the marriage might be a sham but she's still getting married. Once upon a time she had wanted to get married to the love of her life live life like every normal girl and have a complete family. But who was she kidding her life is far from normal, yes she's marrying a man who was once the love of her life. Right now she felt nothing for him all she craves is revenge revenge revenge. And she's going to get it…. The car finally came to a halt in front of an impressive glass-walled building, where a valet stood ready to assist her.

I cleared my throat and smiled. “Nothing much. I heard that she is your ex-wife who looks exactly like me. Given how your sister reacted, you might have a past issue with her. Would that be a problem for the both of us?” It would certainly be a problem for me, but I had to hide it. I wouldn’t be able to get my revenge if I were not close to him and his family. I wouldn’t know who was driving the car that night. “My wife, Jane Moore had been reported dead for two years now…”

The second woman shouts at her, pushing her away and making her fall to the ground. “Richard, this woman wishes you nothing but evil. She isn't supposed to be here. She is your ex-wife, and I am your current wife. You asked her for a divorce when she cheated on you, and now she is back, pleading with you to take her back. I am sure she even knows how you got into this accident. Send her out right away!” What? I had an ex-wife. And I remarried? Everything she's saying appears unfamiliar to me. Making me shut my eyes at intervals as ambigious scenes flash, making me feel a throbbing in my head.

"Believe me, I was tempted to put a bullet in his brain. But that bastard doesn't deserve such an easy death." "Who?" I asked, a knot forming in my stomach. She clenched her jaw, her voice low and dangerous. "My so-called ex-husband. The one everyone thinks I killed." My heart skipped a beat. "He’s...alive?" Her eyes hardened. "Yes. He’s very much alive. He cheated on me with *her*, and together they framed me. They stole everything—my company, my wealth, even my house. And sent me to prison." I felt my blood boiling at the injustice, but I stayed calm for her. "And ‘her’... that’s Britney, isn’t it?"