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Chasing My Ex-Wife Back After Divorce 48: Free Her
BRIAN’S POV “Keep the help to yourself. What I want you to do is that you will free her!” His head twisted to me, giving me a ridiculous look before he threw his head back and burst out laughing. “You… you, son, are very funny. You stepped into my villa and came to order me? You are a joke!” His words bit into my heart but I refused to acknowledge it. He will not have any effect on me right now. “She has nothing wrong with you and what? Blackmail you? How can she do that?” I asked him. Maybe I was the only one who never thought Angela could do something like that. “There are lots of things that Angela did and that is what ruined her, Brian. These things you don't even know about because she did it all for your sake.” He bit out. “You will have her freed this instant.” I growled in anger. He rolled his eyes, almost. “Who do you think you are, little boy, to order me? See, let Angela stay in there for a while, son.” “Stop,” I cut in before he could continue. “I am not your son.
Last Updated : 2024-08-17Chasing My Ex-Wife Back After Divorce 49: Sentenced To Prison
Angela sat in the cold courtroom, her hands trembling slightly as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress. The weight of the past few weeks bore down on her like a boulder, and the grim expressions on the faces of the jury only made it worse. She glanced at her lawyer, a man who had been appointed at the last minute and had proven woefully inadequate during the proceedings. He seemed more interested in flipping through his notes than actually fighting for her. “All rise,” the bailiff’s voice rang out. Angela stood, her knees weak. The judge entered, his face stern and unforgiving. The tension in the room was palpable as everyone sat again. The prosecution wasted no time bringing forward evidence—photos, documents, testimonies—all meticulously arranged to paint Angela as guilty. She listened, helpless, as witness after witness accused her of crimes she didn’t commit. She wondered how Royals was able to find a few glass witnesses. Even her protests sounded hollow under the weight
Last Updated : 2024-08-18Chasing My Ex-Wife Back After Divorce 50: Meeting His Family
**Chapter: Family Ties** *Jessica's POV* Freddy had mentioned his family before, but the way he spoke about them always carried a mix of contempt and resignation. Still, I found myself agreeing to accompany him for dinner. It was part of the deal, after all—a partnership that benefited us both, even if it felt more like an intricate web of lies than anything else. As we drove to his family estate, I glanced at Freddy from the passenger seat. His usual easygoing demeanor was replaced by a quiet tension. He gripped the steering wheel a bit too tightly, his jaw clenched as he navigated the winding road leading to his family’s mansion. “Are you okay?” I asked, breaking the silence. He didn’t take his eyes off the road. “I’ll be fine. Just... don’t trust anything they say.” I nodded, not entirely sure what I was walking into. The estate was as grand as I’d imagined—white stone walls, manicured gardens, and towering oak trees that lined the driveway. The place reeked of old mon
Last Updated : 2024-08-19Chasing My Ex-Wife Back After Divorce 51: A Solution
**Brian’s POV** The sterile smell of the prison lingered in my nostrils as I stepped out of the visitation room, my mind heavy with thoughts of Angela. Her sunken eyes and defeated posture haunted me, even as I tried to push them to the back of my mind. She didn’t say much during our meeting, but the hurt in her eyes spoke volumes. I was already drowning in guilt, but after speaking with that cop, the weight on my shoulders had become unbearable. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to fall into place, and I couldn’t ignore the fact that someone was orchestrating all of this—someone powerful enough to manipulate every move I made. I needed answers, and there was only one person I could confront now: Jessica. The drive to Jessica’s company was a blur. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, my thoughts a chaotic storm of anger and confusion. How much did Jessica know? Had she been pulling the strings all along, or was she just as clueless as I was? When I arrived at her
Last Updated : 2024-08-20Chasing My Ex-Wife Back After Divorce 52: A Visit To The Prison
**Angela’s POV** The sound of clanging metal doors echoed through the dimly lit hallway as the guard called my name. My body ached from the beating I had endured earlier, my cellmates’ fists and feet bruising me in places I hadn’t known could hurt. They had cornered me, their attacks brutal and unrelenting. I knew they had been paid to do it—bribed by someone who wanted me weak, broken, and silent. Still, I refused to cry. Even as I stumbled toward the visitation area, my clothes tattered and my face swollen, I kept my head high. I didn’t need a mirror to know I looked terrible, but I wasn’t going to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me crumble. “Sit,” the guard barked, and I glared at him before reluctantly obeying. I hadn’t been expecting a visitor, and when I saw who it was, my blood boiled. Royals. His smug face greeted me from the other side of the glass, and I instantly wished I had refused to come out. Anger twisted my expression as I sank into the chair, my movem
Last Updated : 2024-08-21Chasing My Ex-Wife Back After Divorce 53: New Identity
Chapter 53 BRIAN’S POV The house felt empty without Angela being in it. Even though she sometimes demanded a lot, she still added a bit of life to the house. Annoyance settled into the depths of my bones because of my inability to save her. She had done everything to help me, even when I did not want to admit it. Now, all I want to do is look for ways to get her out. Royals must really be satisfied with everything that had happened. I let out a deep sigh, staring at the file Jessica had sent to me to review and I couldn't even focus right now. The deadline was tonight and I was nowhere close to being done. I tried to keep my focus on the work before me but it was not doing. At the same time, my phone beeped with a message alert and I narrowed my eyes on the unknown contact. It was not saved on my phone. Who was this person? Do you want to know the truth? Meet me at Imperial Palace at 8 PM. Be punctual. That was all it said. The truth? What truth? My phone’s ringing
Last Updated : 2024-08-22Chasing My Ex-Wife Back After Divorce 54: Angela’s Plight
**Angela's POV** The clatter of the metal tray hitting the floor echoed through the room, the meager portion of food spilling out like it had been waiting to escape its fate. My stomach growled, but I ignored it, my focus on the sneering faces of the women surrounding me. “Oops,” one of them mocked, her voice dripping with fake concern. “Looks like you dropped your food, princess.” I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to lash out. It wasn’t the first time they had done this, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. The group of them circled me like vultures, their eyes gleaming with cruel delight. “Don’t just stand there, clean it up,” another one said, shoving me toward the mess on the ground. I bent down, my hands trembling as I scooped the cold food back onto the tray. My mind raced, calculating my next move. I could let this slide again, but something inside me rebelled at the thought. “You’ve had your fun,” I said, my voice low and steady. “Now back off.” The laughter s
Last Updated : 2024-08-23Chasing My Ex-Wife Back After Divorce 55: Investigation
BRIAN’S POV I stopped before the prison, anger oozed from me and I gripped the steering wheel in a death grasp, my knuckles whitening in the process. I didn't want to see her after she was dragged out from the court that day. It still replayed, the way she begged me to save her. I let out a shaky breath, stepping out of my car and slamming the door shut. Heading inside, I stopped before the counter, requesting to meet her. What I didn't expect was the stink eye that was directed at me. I tried not to react when the cop rudely let me to the meeting room. Taking my seat, he excused himself and later returned with Angela who seemed to be struggling againt his painful grip. He pushed her forward, making me lurch for her from my seat but she fell to her knees. His wicked laugh rang out behind her as he stepped before her, whispering something into her ears then turning to me. “You have just ten minutes with this whore. Anything higher than that, she will pay with her body like s
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Chasing My Ex-Wife Back After Divorce 72: Confused
BRIAN’S POV I stared at my phone, tapping my fingers against the desk as the ringtone droned on for the third time. No answer. Grey wasn’t exactly the most reliable guy when it came to picking up calls, but this felt different. The longer the silence stretched, the tighter the knot in my stomach became. He should’ve answered by now. Something wasn’t right. I hung up and dialed again, muttering under my breath. “Come on, Grey. Pick up.” Still nothing. Before I could decide whether to leave another message, my phone buzzed in my hand. An unknown number lit up the screen. For a second, I debated ignoring it, but instinct told me to answer. “This is Brian,” I said sharply. “Brian, this is Officer Carter from the precinct.” The name took a second to register. Carter. I’d spoken to him before—back when Angela first got arrested. His tone wasn’t urgent, but it wasn’t casual, either. “What’s going on?” I asked, already bracing myself for bad news. There was a pause
Chasing My Ex-Wife Back After Divorce 71: Released
**Angela’s POV** The metallic clang of the prison gate echoed behind me, a sound I thought I’d never hear again. For three long months, those gates had been my reality—cold, unyielding, and suffocating. Now, they were shutting behind me, leaving a hollow sense of disbelief in their wake. I took a hesitant step forward, my heart pounding in my chest as I squinted into the sunlight. Freedom felt foreign, as though I’d stepped into someone else’s life. A black car idled by the curb, sleek and polished, standing out against the drab prison exterior. I had no idea who was responsible for my release. The last time I’d heard from anyone, it was Brian's failed attempt to see me, blocked by the guards. I thought about him for a brief moment, then quickly shoved the thought away. The driver exited the car and opened the back door, gesturing for me to enter. I hesitated until I saw her. Sophia White. My mother. She stepped out of the car with the grace of someone who always command
