My Dear Readers,
It’s official—EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! is now complete for good this time! I know, I know. I said it was complete before, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. And that missing piece? It was closure. I wanted to give you all one last chapter, a final moment that truly wrapped everything up in a way that felt right. Because after everything we’ve been through together in this story—the heartbreak, the growth, the love—I couldn’t leave you hanging. This journey has been one of my favorites, and that’s all because of you. Your love for this story, your comments, your excitement, and the way you connected with the characters have meant the world to me. I laughed with you, gasped with you, and even had moments where I wanted to shake a certain someone (you know who, haha!). And now, we’ve reached the end together. Thank you for every moment you spent reading, every message, every bit of love you poured into this story. It wouldn’t be the same without you. And while this is the end for this book, it’s definitely not the end for us. We have so many more stories to experience together! If you haven’t already, please make sure to check out my other books: ✨ Alpha's Regret: Mommy, Daddy, We Want to Be Together! And my newest book, which I’ll start uploading chapters for in the next few days: ✨ Billionaire’s Regret: It’s Great to See You Again, Daddy! I can’t wait to share more amazing stories with you all! With all my love, Gift Teey"Matteo? What's the meaning of this?" I asked as I stared at the divorce papers, with widened eyes."I said, I want a divorce, Bianca."I blinked back tears..."After all these years? With everything I sacrificed for you and your family! You want a divorce from me?! Could you be more heartless?" I sobbed, tears falling down my eyes. But all he did was stare at me blankly. "It's because of her right?" I suddenly asked. "Because of Toria, you're leaving me alone!" I smacked his chest with everything in me, but he just stood there, unmoving while I expressed myself in vain.Tired, I finally fell to the ground, the emotional wounds in my chest not allowing me to breathe properly."For years..." He began "...I waited for you to bear me a child. How much longer do I have to wait?!" His eyes glowered with fury and disdain as he stared at me.This wasn't the man I met five years ago, claiming to love me and wanting to protect me. No this was a heartless man that cared about nobody but himself
BIANCA'S POVThe sound of the plane engines quieted down as we landed in Rome. Luca, my son who is five years old, hardly glanced away from his dinosaur toy, unaware of the storm of feelings stirring within me.It had been five years since I last set foot in Italy, five years since I left behind a failing marriage and a lifestyle that suppressed my inner self. I had returned, no longer the timid Bianca Matteo of the past, but as Bianca Rossi, the successful CEO of a growing global fashion business.I had a smug expression on my face while I looked through the most recent Italian tabloid on my phone. On the front page, I saw the main reason why I came back - Matteo's wedding announcement. He was getting married to Toria, whom I was certain was a trophy wife."Mom, will we be visiting Dad?" Luca's question, innocent though it was, cut through my amusement.I hesitated briefly, my smile fading momentarily. "Not quite right, dear. This event is specifically for adults.Luca was happy to n
MATTEO’S POV The sound of clinking champagne glasses and polite conversation faded as I kept my eyes on the woman across the room. “Bianca.”It was impossible.Five years of silence, with everyone thinking she had disappeared, but now she was back, appearing in a stunning red outfit and exuding a new level of self-assurance.However, what really hit me hard was the presence of the boy next to her. A young child, roughly five years old, is trapped in the realm of a plastic dinosaur. Is he my child?I couldn't shake the impossible from my thoughts. I had created a life with Toria that I truly believed was everything I desired. A devoted spouse, an adorable daughter, and a contented life.However, the initial excitement I had with Bianca, the small hint of a bond I had ignored as childish foolishness, now appeared to taunt me from a distance in the room."Matteo, my love? "Are you doing okay?" Toria's worried tone brought me back to reality. The soft lighting made her diamond ring s
BIANCA'S POV Matteo's regret weighed down his words as they lingered in the air. A part of me desired to enjoy his uneasiness, to savor the tables finally changing.However, another piece of me, a part I had ignored for many years, suddenly sensed a glimmer of a different emotion.Perhaps sympathy? Was it even possible to empathize with the man who had caused me such emotional distress?"Made a mistake?" I repeated with my voice oozing with sarcasm. "Wouldn't you agree that's a slight understatement?"Despite the cold tone, he didn't back down and held his position. "I am aware. I was an... idiot. Consumed by work and the pursuit of power, I let go of the best thing that ever came my way."His words seemed without substance, meaningless pledges spoken softly. However, an unfamiliar warmth ignited in my cheeks, a response I couldn't comprehend. Perhaps it was the genuineness in his tone that caught me off guard, or maybe it was just years of bottled-up feelings spilling over at las
BIANCA'S POVHe laughed, causing a sudden reaction in my body that I couldn't understand."You see," he remarked, inhaling from his cigarette and watching the smoke rise into the air, "It appears that you are bearing a heavy burden on those lovely shoulders."I was taken aback by his unexpected compliment, causing my breath to catch in my throat.Attractive? No one had complimented my appearance for a long time, ever since Matteo started ignoring me, and his feelings for me slowly diminished with time."It's... complicated.'"He brushed the ash off his cigarette while keeping his eyes locked on mine. "Life has a tendency," he mentioned as he moved closer, our bodies almost touching. "However, complexity can also be thrilling."A sudden sensation of warmth spread through my chest, catching me off guard."This man, known for being a playboy who breaks hearts, was stirring up something inside me that had been locked away for a long time," I thought, staring at him with intense emotion in
BIANCA'S POVI sighed as I recalled how everything played out at Matteo's wedding two days ago and what had transpired between him and Alessandro.My phone rang out suddenly, interrupting my daydream. I was at my workplace, and Alessandro never ceased to amaze me with his persistent calls.I felt my heart thump faster as I picked up the call."Bianca, Bellissima," he spoke with a smooth voice, like velvet gently touching the phone."Alessandro," I said."I couldn't help but call my spirited little flame. How are you coping following our...meeting?" he asked in a playful tone.I could feel a flush of color rising on my face. "I'm okay," I fibbed, my voice faltering a bit."Really? I can't stop thinking about you."I blushed, attempting to block out the increasing warmth in my body. "Alessandro, this is not acceptable."He laughed softly, producing a deep, vibrating noise that gave me chills. "Maybe not, but it's tempting. I can't seem to shake my addiction to you."I didn't know what t
BIANCA'S POV The next day arrived with a heavy sense of dread. I was in my personal space, which was different from my atelier and my office where Darren, my assistant and best friend, worked. I didn’t want Darren to see Matteo because they would surely have a brawl if they crossed paths. I was unable to get rid of the unease I felt while I waited for Matteo’s arrival. I was curious. Why did he suddenly want to speak with me? Why did he sound so... unusual? The silence in the room was broken by the sound of the doorbell. I paused for a moment, feeling my heart race, before walking downstairs to open the door. Taking a deep breath, I faced Matteo, who stood there with a piercing gaze as he looked at me. "Bianca," he said in a low, husky tone. "Can I come in?" I moved to the side so he could come in, his aura taking up the space in the room. As we settled into the living room, I couldn't ignore the tension that hung in the air. "Matteo, what is the matter?" I inquired, trying to b
BIANCA'S POV"Hello?" I called out as I arrived at the location. "Anyone here?" My voice echoed in the silence, and I felt a sense of trepidation.I hadn’t slept a wink after finding that note. I knew it was risky to go there, especially without informing anyone, but I knew it wasn’t meant to harm me. Still, my instincts were on high alert.Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness. To my surprise, it was a woman—I had expected a man."Who are you?" I asked, furrowing my brows. "And how did you manage to slip me the note without me noticing?"I spoke impatiently, and she chuckled."It appears he hasn't told you about me. Well, the note wasn't that big of a deal; I just paid a waitress a tip to slip it under your napkin," she smirked. "My name is Sophia, by the way—Alessandro's ex-girlfriend."My heart raced, thoughts jumping into my mind at the new revelation. Alessandro had never mentioned his ex.Sophia moved closer to me, her eyes filled with possessiveness. "And I assume you're
My Dear Readers, It’s official—EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! is now complete for good this time! I know, I know. I said it was complete before, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. And that missing piece? It was closure. I wanted to give you all one last chapter, a final moment that truly wrapped everything up in a way that felt right. Because after everything we’ve been through together in this story—the heartbreak, the growth, the love—I couldn’t leave you hanging. This journey has been one of my favorites, and that’s all because of you. Your love for this story, your comments, your excitement, and the way you connected with the characters have meant the world to me. I laughed with you, gasped with you, and even had moments where I wanted to shake a certain someone (you know who, haha!). And now, we’ve reached the end together. Thank you for every moment you spent reading, every message, every bit of love you poured into this story. It wouldn’t be the
CHARLIE’S POV The night was warm and settled, the kind where the air felt thick with familiarity, conversations overlapping without urgency. I was curled up on a couch next to Leo, legs folded beneath me, lazily bantering with Bianca while Giovanni tossed in stray comments from across the room. Darren was beside him, elegant as ever, Bianca’s top-class part-time model himself, scrolling through his phone. I used to be so stupid. I thought I had it all figured out, I thought I was clever, and thought I was above it all. It turned out to be that I was just an idiot making my own life harder. But hey, people learn. Some just take longer than others. I almost took too long. “Face it, you just hate losing,” I said, dragging out the words as I leaned into Bianca’s space, taking the last one of her players with joy, effectively winning our impromptu game. She scoffed. “I hate cheating.” “I don’t cheat,” I said, deeply offended at the audacity. Leo chuckled, his head tipped
✨ Hey, my incredible readers! ✨ Just when you thought we had reached the end… there’s one last story left to be told. First off, a massive THANK YOU again for sticking with me through this wild journey. Every twist, every heartbreak, every unexpected turn—I’ve loved every moment of bringing it to life for you! But before we close this book for good… I have one last surprise waiting. I know you’ve been waiting. I know you’ve been wondering. Some stories need time to unfold, and some endings? They deserve a moment of their own. And trust me… that moment is now. A special chapter is coming—one that will tie up loose ends in a way you never expected. It’s the final piece, the last puzzle, the moment you didn’t even realize you were waiting for! So brace yourselves… because the ending you thought you knew? Think again. Stay tuned—you won’t want to miss this! With all the love and excitement, Gift Teey
To all the incredible readers who have joined me on this journey, thank you from the bottom of my heart for being a part of this adventure. Your unwavering support, love, and enthusiasm have made every word worth writing, and I can’t express how grateful I am for each one of you who picked up EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! and followed along as the story unfolded. When I first began writing this story, I never imagined how deeply it would resonate with so many of you. EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! was born from the themes of love, betrayal, growth, and healing. It became a journey of rediscovering one’s worth after heartbreak, and how, sometimes, the greatest revenge is simply living life on your terms, stronger than before. I’ll forever have a soft spot for Bianca, Alessandro, Richardo, and, of course, Luca, my baby, whose strength, vulnerability, and complexities grew with every page. And, of course, I didn’t forget my two gays—Darren and Giovanni. Gosh, I love them! Ever
RICARDO’S POVThe man I was a year ago would probably hate me now—or at least laugh at how far I’d fallen.Standing in the warm kitchen of the villa, with the scent of fresh herbs and garlic wafting through the air, I stirred the pot of sauce absentmindedly. Linda was sitting at the island, flipping through some magazines and occasionally humming to herself. She looked up every now and then to check on me, smile always at the ready.“I still can’t believe you cook,” Linda said, her voice lilting with playful disbelief as she rested her chin on her palm. She sat at the island like it was her throne, watching me work.“You’ve known for months,” I replied without looking up, though I couldn’t stop the slight twitch of a smile tugging at my lips.“Knowing and believing are two different things,” she said dramatically as if the mere thought of me wielding a spatula were too much to process. “I mean, come on. You, Ricardo Moretti, slayer of gangsters, protector of secrets, simmering marinar
THIRD PERSON POVLinda stared at the bouquet in her hands, utterly baffled. Roses, hydrangeas, and something that looked suspiciously like a baby's breath. It was the kind of bouquet people bought when they were trying to make a statement. The most ridiculous part was that her fans hadn’t been the ones to send it to her.She glanced up at him, her brooding, possibly homicidal boyfriend — he had become less homicidal, she had to give that to him — standing there like he hadn’t just handed her the boldest floral arrangement she’d ever seen.“You bought me flowers?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.His sharp, dark eyes flicked to her, then away, as though he were scanning the room for an escape route. His usual cool, unshakable demeanor had cracked just enough to reveal the faintest hint of discomfort. “Yes.”Linda squinted at him, holding the bouquet to her chest like he might snatch it away. “Are you dying?”“No.”“Did you do something terrible and now you’re trying to soften
RICARDO’S POVThe soft hum of the phone ringing cut through the tension in the air. I was elbow-deep in chaos, surrounded by the thick stench of gunpowder and the distant, muffled screams of men who were just realizing that their time was up.My team and I had spent the last few hours cleaning up the mess of corrupt gangsters who thought they could cross me. The usual mix of quick punches, fast moves, and lethal precision had done the job, but as always, it was the aftermath that lingered.I swiped my phone from the back pocket of my jeans, not even checking the ID. The ringtone was familiar enough; she had forced Rises the Moon on me herself, so I knew who it was. My lips involuntarily quirked as I lifted the phone to my ear.“Go for Ricardo,” I said coolly, stepping over the body of a man who’d decided to fight rather than run. “What’s up?”“Hey, you!” Her voice came through the phone, a little cracked but still unmistakable; the reception in the shitty warehouse couldn’t keep me fr
BIANCA’S POVI adjusted my blazer, glancing at Darren with a calm expression as we approached the visitor’s room. I’d been prepared for this moment, mentally rehearsing every word I’d say, ever since the beautiful day of his and the Dobres' downfall. Darren walked beside me – sauntered really – with the countenance of someone ready to kill a man. I would have liked to complain, but his protective presence was a comforting reminder that I wasn’t facing this alone.When we entered, Matteo was already there, sitting stiffly in one of the chairs. His once-pristine suit looked worn, almost threadbare, and there was a shadow of desperation in his eyes that hadn’t been there when he was the man I’d once known. The air of arrogance he used to carry was gone, replaced by something much smaller, much weaker.“Matteo,” I greeted evenly, my voice giving away nothing. I didn’t sit; he wasn’t worthy of being in a room where I was also seated in. Instead, I stood tall, my gaze unwavering as I let hi
BIANCA’S POV Three months later, I was halfway through drafting an email when the door to my office cracked open. “Mommy, can I come in?” Luca’s voice rang out, all sweetness and patience that I knew wouldn’t last long. I looked up from my desk to see my six-year-old poking his head around the door, his brown curls slightly mussed from running around. Behind him, Alessandro leaned casually against the doorframe, his usual composed demeanor tempered by the amused smile playing at his lips. “Are you alone?” I teased, arching a brow. “Or are you bringing trouble with you?” Luca giggled and stepped in, revealing Lazarro trailing behind him. The ten-year-old was holding a bag that looked suspiciously like it contained illegal items, but he was a ten-year-old, how much trouble could he bring along? “Trouble is relative,” Alessandro quipped, stepping into the room and pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “And you’re the king of it,” I shot back with a smirk. Luca climbed onto my lap