A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back

A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back

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"Please, I didn't betray you! I gave up everything for you. Don't I deserve your trust?" Celeste fell to her knees, pleading with her husband, Damien. "My trust? Hah, that's not something I'd give to a filthy slut," Damien said coldly, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. ****** Celeste's world shattered on their wedding anniversary. The man she loved and her dearest friend had conspired against her. They betrayed her, framed her, and humiliated her without mercy. But the worst part? They even locked her away in a mental institution, stripping her of her freedom. What could Celeste do to fight back? She had only one choice—ruthless revenge. "If they dare to betray me, they must face the full force of my wrath!" When Celeste finally let go of love, however,Damien suddenly changed. He pulled Celeste into a firm embrace "I've been searching for you so long. Please, forgive me and love me again!" But Celeste merely gazed at him, her voice devoid of emotion. "That is not something I give to you, my ex-husband."

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Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

Celeste’s POV

"Thank you all for coming to our wedding anniversary, but as of tonight, my marriage to Celeste is over. ”

Those were the first words my husband, Damien, uttered the moment he stepped into the room. 

I looked at him, feeling like I had never known him before. 

Then came the second blow. 

I am divorcing her.” 

There was dead silence.

No, my mind screamed. This is not real.

It can’t be. 

My heart pounded violently against my ribs as I forced my lips to part. But no words came out. 

Today was supposed to be a celebration of our love… 

How could Damien do this to me?!

*******

JUST MINUTES AGO

I stood before the mirror, smoothing down the shimmering fabric of my gown in the holding room. 

I was filled with a foolish hope. 

Perhaps tonight, my husband would finally learn to appreciate me, to care for me. After all, we’ve been together for two years. 

I had planned every detail of the evening, ensuring that this wedding anniversary banquet would be nothing short of perfection. 

But the one person who should have been by my side—my husband—was nowhere to be found.

I sighed, staring at my own reflection. 

He doesn’t love me. He never did.

Sadly, to him, our marriage was no more than an obligation. And every day of our married life, he made me feel it. That he’d just been forced into this union and I was nothing to him.

 I shook the thoughts away just as the door opened.

“Celeste Vaughn, my favorite friend in the world.”

Genevieve Hale stepped inside, her perfume wafting through the air. 

She was draped in a classy designer gown, every inch of her exuding wealth and refinement. Such a stark contrast to the way we had grown up—two orphan girls trapped in poverty then, clinging to dreams of a better future.

"You look... lovely," she said with a smile. I couldn’t help but notice, though, that there was something detached about the compliment, as if it cost her to say it.

“You too,” I responded in a friendly manner, pretending not to recognize her bothered and unhappy.  

“I heard about your parents,” I said cautiously. “You’ve found them?”

She nodded stiffly. “Yes.”

Her expression tightened, and seemed to refuse to express more about reuniting with the family. 

That’s weird.

However, my phone vibrated on the vanity table before I could question her further. 

I reached for it and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the sender’s name.

Auntie Eleanor. The director of the orphanage.

My fingers trembled as I unlocked the screen and read the message: 

[Celeste, I have news about your parents. Come by when you have time:)]

For a moment, everything else faded away. My heart soared with hope.  

“I see you’re still in touch with those people,” a sharp, condescending tone made me look up. It was my mother-in-law, Isadora Vaughn, looking over my shoulder with disdain. I didn’t even notice her sneaking up behind me.

“I was just—”

Isadora exhaled sharply. “Even after marrying into this family, you insist on clinging to the filth of your past. You little useless orphan.” she muttered with disgust. 

I held back my tears, not daring to argue.

The door suddenly creaked open, making me turn toward the sound. It was Damien.

“Damien, you’re here,” I whispered with relief. 

He stood at the front of the room, looking every bit the powerful CEO that he was—the man I had adored, married, and spent years trying to please. 

But I’ve never seen him like this. His eyes were colder and darker than ever. And his face… It was rigid, emotionless. It made me shudder. 

Before I could say anything else, he suddenly turned and walked away. 

"Wait, Damien..." I reached out instinctively. 

But he ignored me, going into the party with seeming purpose, his quick strides carrying him past the excited guests. 

I followed behind him, wondering what was going on. 

Something’s terribly, terribly wrong. 

Damien reached the center of the room, where a beautifully designed stage had been set. He took the microphone from the announcer and turned to face the gathered crowd.

My heartbeat thundered in my ears as he began to speak. 

What is he doing?!

"Thank you all for coming to our wedding anniversary, but as of tonight, my marriage to Celeste is over. I am divorcing her."

Whispers and gasps erupted like wildfire. 

Guests exchanged stunned glances. Some looked at me in shock, but most of their faces reflected abhorrence. 

My body went numb. I stared at him, frozen in place, unable to comprehend what I had just heard. 

This is not happening. 

Then his eyes flashed furiously toward me. And when he spoke again, every word struck me hard. 

"I won’t allow a shameless slut to be my wife,” he said in a quiet, lethal tone. 

The world stopped. I was speechlessly in shock. What is he talking about? Is this some kind of sick joke?!

Immediately, chaos broke out. Whispers and horrified stares enveloped me. 

 “No… I—”I shook my head, my lips trembling.

I wanted to defend myself, but I couldn’t even begin to understand any of it yet. 

Just then, a flicker of light caught my eye. The massive LED screen behind me had lit up and a video had started playing. 

I turned around and watched, along with everyone else. The footage was grainy, obviously secretly filmed. But I could clearly make out a man and a woman, their naked bodies pressed together in a fevered embrace. His hands gripped her bare waist, pulling her closer as she arched against him. 

Their movements blazing with heat and desire. The moans echoed in the hall that everyone could hear clearly.

Their faces were blurred, but that didn’t really matter. 

Because the woman had a birthmark. One identical to mine, right there on her chest.

"That woman in the video… It’s you, isn't it? Now what do you have to say for yourself?" Damien’s voice was cold.

A shuddering gasp tore through me as reality caved in. 

“No… No, this is wrong! It’s not me.” I tried to protest, stutteringly.

But the damning evidence kept on playing, filling the room with every obscene sound. 

The words from the woman who was enjoying the flickings descended me into hell.

"Damien Vaughn? He has no clue..." the woman in the video gasped between breathless moans. "I played him like a fool—took what I wanted, drained his company for millions, and he still fell for it." A low, sultry laugh followed, dripping with satisfaction.

No, it was fake. I would never treat Damien like this!

Just then, without warning, I heard a woman shout, "I told you she was filth!"

SLAP!

I felt it before I saw her. The slap landed hard, and a sharp sting burned across my cheek, my head snapping to the side from the sheer force of the blow.

My skin flamed, and I suddenly felt my ears ringing. Then through the haze of pain, I saw Isadora, her eyes filled with disgust as she lowered her hand.

I clutched my cheek, “That’s not me! I swear it’s not! I don’t know how…” My voice was breaking. 

“That’s clearly you,” Damien said, his cold voice making my heart jump. 

He stepped closer, not to defend me from his mother, but to tear me down even further. 

“I released your video. Will your secret lover come to save you?” he demanded angrily. “Where is he, huh? Who is he?!” 

He moved forward menacingly, making me stumble backwards. His fury had erupted without restraint, and I was afraid he might hurt me. 

“Damien, there’s really no one…” I tried to explain despite my sudden fear of him in that instance.

Then to my surprise, a sharp, choked sob pierced the air at once. 

"Celeste…" Genevieve’s voice quivered as tears pooled in her eyes. "I knew you still love him and dated him secretly. Sorry, I can’t cover it anymore. You shouldn’t betray Damien."

My breath hitched. What?!

Before I could react, Genevieve turned to the crowd, her face twisted in anguish. "She used Damien’s love against the man! She gained his trust, then transferred company assets to her lover!"

A fresh wave of gasps rippled through the crowd.

I stood there, frozen. The very person I had grown up with—the one I had trusted most—was the one shoving the knife deeper into my back.

"You’re lying!" My voice was raw with disbelief. "Why are you doing this?!"

I grabbed Genevieve’s wrist, desperate to stop her, to make her look me in the eyes and tell me why she was slandering me, betraying me like this!

But the moment my fingers touched her, she lurched backward, crashing into the towering display of champagne glasses.

CRASH! SHATTER! 

Glass shattered around us, crystal shards raining to the floor as the tower collapsed in a cascade of destruction.

Gasps turned to screams! It was in complete chaos.

I felt a sharp pain searing my palm. Genevieve pressed something cold and jagged into my hand. My fingers instinctively curled around. 

Glass. 

“Ow—”  Genevieve’s deafening scream echoed against the walls. 

"SHE CUT ME!" she wailed, grasping her leg as blood seeped through the fabric of her gown. "She did it on purpose! HELP!"

"Call the police!" someone shouted. 

My heart dropped. A pounding noise filled my ears. Then panic rapidly wrapped around me, blending with the excruciating pain of betrayal. 

And suddenly… the sound of footsteps came.

It was Damien, coming forward and towering above me. He looked calm on the surface, but his words were another story. 

"You will pay for this,” he told me through gritted teeth. 

Tears blurred my vision as I stood there in great shock, unable to reply, unable to move. 

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CHAPTER 1
Celeste’s POV"Thank you all for coming to our wedding anniversary, but as of tonight, my marriage to Celeste is over. ”Those were the first words my husband, Damien, uttered the moment he stepped into the room. I looked at him, feeling like I had never known him before. Then came the second blow. “I am divorcing her.” There was dead silence.No, my mind screamed. This is not real.It can’t be. My heart pounded violently against my ribs as I forced my lips to part. But no words came out. Today was supposed to be a celebration of our love… How could Damien do this to me?!*******JUST MINUTES AGOI stood before the mirror, smoothing down the shimmering fabric of my gown in the holding room. I was filled with a foolish hope. Perhaps tonight, my husband would finally learn to appreciate me, to care for me. After all, we’ve been together for two years. I had planned every detail of the evening, ensuring that this wedding anniversary banquet would be nothing short of perfection.
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CHAPTER 2
Celeste’s POVI woke up with a throbbing headache. And as soon as my eyes popped open, I jolted upright. Wait a minute, this isn’t my home. Looking around, I noticed that the room was spacious enough, but plain and simple. With everything a creepy white.Where am I?I winced in pain as I tried to move my hands. Both were bandaged. Suddenly, the pain awakened all my memories. Isadora. Genevieve. Damien. My mother-in-law slapped me. My best friend had betrayed me. My husband hadn’t even bothered to look for the truth before labeling me a slut in front of the whole world.I held back the tears in my eyes and began to look around. My gaze fell on a brochure on the bedside table. It said: Welcome to Ravencrest Asylum!It was… An asylum? A mental institution?! My eyes widened. Why am I here?Suddenly, the door swung open and I turned sharply toward it. Damien walked in, his presence commanding as ever, though his expression remained cold and detached. Behind him, Genevieve followed in
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CHAPTER 3
Celeste’s POVI struggled to suppress the scream in my throat, silently praying for someone to come and help me.That was all I could do. It was not just me I had to think about. Those kids in the orphanage… and Auntie, who’d always been like a mother to me…If I fought back, Genevieve would make good on her threats.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to breathe through the panic clawing at my chest. I couldn’t let them suffer because of me.Luckily, no one entered my room again until sleep finally claimed me.Soon, morning came. The door suddenly creaked open, making me sit up in bed as a nurse walked in.She was definitely not the kind who greeted others with warmth.Her uniform was crisp, but her face was hard and expressionless. The dead eyes stared at me, void of empathy.“Time for your medicine.”I immediately recoiled. “I don’t need it. I’m not sick,” my voice hoarse.But the nurse didn’t blink. She simply walked forward, grabbed my jaw in a bruising grip, and forced my mouth ope
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CHAPTER 4
Celeste’s POVI pounded on the door, my fists aching from the force. But I couldn’t stop it."Help! Someone, please!"I slammed my hands against the door again, even louder and harder this time. “Please! Help!”The nurses barged in, their expressions twisted with irritation."Shut up!" one of them snapped."You want us to sedate you?" another hissed.I dropped to my knees, clutching at their uniforms. "Please, let me out," I begged, my voice cracking. "My Auntie—she's in the hospital. The children—""You can't leave without your family's consent."“But please, I need to —” I began to say, but they stepped back and pushed me to the floor. Desperation twisted inside me like a wild animal. My eyes flicked to the nurse’s pocket. Something was flashing inside. I could make out the shape of her cellphone. I forced myself to nod, lowering my head in feigned submission. "I’m sorry," I murmured. "I won’t cause trouble anymore."The nurses exchanged a look, then scoffed. "Hmph. There you go.
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CHAPTER 5
Celeste’s POV"Help!"The cry barely left my lips before one of the nurses ripped the phone from my grasp.Pain exploded through my arm as she crushed her heel into my open wound. A strangled scream tore from my throat."Hello? Celeste, is that you? What’s happening?" Theo’s voice came through, sharp with concern.But they didn’t let me respond. "Little bitch, you’re done for!" she hissed before cutting the call and shoving the phone into her pocket.“No!” I shouted, ignoring the intense pain coming from my arm. Theo had heard me, right? He must know I’m in trouble!"Lock her up!"Before I could react, the nurse’s rough hands yanked me up, binding my wrists tightly. She was eager to get back at me for tricking them. She bound me too tightly. The rope dug into my skin, biting like a promise of more suffering to come."Please, no—"My plea was ignored.I was dragged down the dim corridor, my bare feet scraping against the cold floor. Laughter rang in my ears. A door swung open, and
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CHAPTER 6
Damien’s POV“Is this some kind of joke?” I mocked back. But inside, my heart was hammering. I could tell that he was truly concerned. But no, it’s impossible. Celeste is in a sanatorium, under expert care. They know what they’re doing. How can she be in danger?"Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?" Theo spat with venom.Then—the line went dead.I stared at my phone, stunned and confused. Was Celeste really in danger? Had I somehow caused it?A strange, uneasy feeling formed in my gut. I tried to push it away, to remind myself that Theo was probably exaggerating.But panic began to take over me. My pulse pounded in my ears.Just then, Genevieve reached out, her fingers brushing against my arm. "Damien…" Her voice was soft, soothing, but it made me even more uneasy.“What?” There was hesitation in her eyes. "I didn’t want to tell you this," she murmured, lowering her gaze as if reluctant. "But since Theo is getting involved… I think you should know the truth."I frowned. "What tru
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CHAPTER 7
Celeste’s POVA sharp clatter in the hallway jolted me awake. Then I heard hurried footsteps.Something was wrong.I pushed myself up from the cold, hard floor, my body aching from days of neglect. Since being locked away in this filthy utility room, nothing had changed—except for the daily medication forced down my throat.And the scars multiplying on my arms.I pulled my sleeves down, hiding the evidence. The small, deliberate wounds were my only anchor—reminders that I was still here. But the side effects of the drugs were getting worse. My heartbeat slowed unpredictably. My limbs weakened at random. Several times, I had felt my consciousness slipping away, my breath growing shallow.I’d tried to get help, but no one really cared. My beloved husband, Damien, probably knew I was here and did not give a damn at all. I used to think I couldn’t survive without him. That if I just tried harder, loved him enough, he would finally look at me the way I once dreamed.What a joke.Now I h
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CHAPTER 8
Celeste’s POV"Celeste!"The sound of my name, spoken in that voice, sent a shudder through me.Theo Mercer.For a second, I could only stare, unable to process it. God, it had been so long since I’d last seen him.He had changed. Sharper. Stronger. The confident posture, the controlled intensity in his gaze—it was different from the young man I once knew.But one thing hadn’t changed.The way he looked at me.“How are you?” His voice was gentle, but full of concern. “You look pale…” “Uh, I…” I began to answer. But no other words came out. I honestly didn’t know what to say. Or perhaps I was still in shock. How was I?I had been beaten, drugged, abandoned, and left to rot in a place that wanted me erased. And what brought me here in the first place were the two people I trusted and cared about — my husband and best friend. Those traitors. And yet, I was still here.I forced a tight, unreadable smile. “I’ve been better.”Theo’s expression darkened. He came forward and took my hand i
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CHAPTER 9
Celeste’s POVTheo’s arm was still wrapped around me, steadying me against him. His grip was firm but careful, as if I might break apart if he let go.I was extremely grateful that he was here for me, with me. I always knew I could depend on him. But now, while my husband watched us, I felt Theo's arms holding me even tighter. The air became subtle.My heart pounded wildly as Damien strode forward, his eyes sharp with a kind of fury that I had never seen from him before. Wait, is that… jealousy?A bitter laugh almost escaped me, but I swallowed it down. Don’t be stupid, Celeste! Damien Vaughn— jealous? No, that’s impossible. I had to be losing my mind. I must have imagined it. More likely, it was frustration—anger at being defied. But the rage radiating off him was almost tangible, thickening the air between us.His gaze darkened the moment he saw Theo holding me up. Then, his lips curled into a cruel sneer.“Celeste, how many lovers do you have?” he suddenly blurted out, fuming. “O
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CHAPTER 10
Celeste’s POV"It's none of your business."The words flew out of my mouth, sharp and unfiltered, as I yanked my wrist free from his grasp.Damien’s eyes darkened, his fingers twitching slightly, as if resisting the urge to reach for me again. He was momentarily taken aback, just standing there without moving. It was hard to read the expression on his face. He was obviously shocked. Perhaps because he never expected me to fight back like this. Well, it didn’t matter. I simply didn’t care anymore. I turned on my heel and stepped into the hospital, leaving him behind without a second glance.I could feel it—his presence lingering like a ghost, his stare burning into my back.But I didn’t look back. Although I appeared indifferent on the surface, the turmoil within me was far more intense.I let out a slow breath, willing my heart to calm down, to stop feeling anything for him. This was necessary, after all. I had spent too long chasing after Damien Vaughn, too long drowning in love
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