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11. Attention
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{Peter's Pov}Ever since I set my eyes on her, I just couldn't look away. She is beautiful, undoubtedly the most curviest and sexiest woman I've ever seen.I shoved my hand into my hair, brushing it back as I sank into the chair, swirling the glass of wine in my hand slowly. The way her golden-brown eyes pierced into mine when I took her hand and kissed it softly, God, I wish I could do more.I wish I were the one standing next to her instead of Nathan. I'm sure he doesn't have much time for her anyway.I took a sip of my drink, the coldness of the liquor doing little to cool the heat of emotions churning within me.But the feeling faded as Rachel approached me, her face laced with guilt as she sank into the seat opposite me.“All I did was tell her what I thought, and she attacked me like I’d said something terrible,” she hissed, almost to herself, as she sat down, dragging me out of my thoughts.I leaned back in my chair, setting the glass on the table. “What’s the problem, honey?”
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{Martha's POV}“You deserve it, Martha,” Mrs. Evans said as we pulled away from the hug.I still couldn’t believe it, everything felt like a dream. “Thank you so much, Mrs. Evans. How can I ever repay you?”Mrs. Evans smiled as she gently took my hands, pulling me toward the couch. We both sat down. She squeezed my hands softly and reached over to tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.“You don’t have to repay me, honey. You’ve given me something far more precious,” she said calmly. “By staying here with my son, you’ve given me something I’ve been longing for, a day when he would finally find a girl who loves him genuinely.”I blushed at Mrs. Evans’ words, but she was right. Ever since I met Nathan, I’d never experienced heartbreak. He always put me first before himself, even though I've asked him several times not to. “No, ma’am. It’s you and your son I should be thanking. You’ve been there for me, even when I was a stranger.”She chuckled at my words. “I like your energy, Mar
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Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge 37. Guilt
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Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge 36. Why me?
{Martha's POV}The soft, rhythmic beeping of my phone pierced through my groggy state, pulling me from sleep. My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself curled up on the backseat like a child seeking warmth. My body ached, and my damp clothes clung to my skin, I reached for my phone staring at the screen for a while before dropping it back. I straightened up, my gaze shifting to the driver’s seat expecting to see Peter but he wasn't there.“Martha, oh my God, what happened?” Carolina’s voice startled me as she swung the door open, her eyes widening in alarm.I sighed, casting a weary glance at my soaked clothes and dripping bag. The rain had done a number on me, and now the chill seeped into my bones. Gently, I climbed out of the car as Carolina reached over to grab my bag.“Don’t tell me you've been under the rain,” she said, her voice filled with sympathy “Please don't tell me you got into the rain because of Peter.”“No, I didn’t,” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. My fin
Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge 35. The Ride
{Martha POV}I scoffed, rolling my eyes heavenward as Peter reached for the button on the stereo. He glanced at me briefly before pressing it, and the music started softly, gradually increasing in volume.Each passing second fueled my irritation, the anger simmering inside me reaching its peak. The fact that I was sitting in his car, the very car that had once belonged to my father, made my skin crawl. This car, now in the possession of the man who didn’t think twice before taking everything, was a cruel reminder of all I despised about him.Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t even notice when we arrived at Brea’s residence.“Thanks, Mr. Henderson,” she said with a cheeky smile, turning to me with guilt etched on her face. “I’m sorry for trying to speak for you, Miss Evans.”I realized my hands, resting on my lap, were clenched into tight fists. I quickly released them and forced a smile. “No problem, Brea. Have a good night’s rest.”“Thank you, Miss Evans,” she replied softly before closin
Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge 34. A Little More
{Peter's POV}I stared at the phone in my hand with a wide smile. I couldn’t believe she fell for it, she didn’t even recognize my voice. It was good that she didn’t, and I had played my game well.I stood up from the bed and walked over to the wardrobe to change into something decent. Maybe a green sweatshirt and black pants would look casual. I slipped into them, selected one of my favorite romantic perfumes, the kind that always set the mood just right, and finally grabbed my keys from the nightstand.“Honey, where are you going?” Rachel’s voice rang out just as I was about to leave the room. It suddenly dawned on me that she’d been there the entire time. I turned in her direction. “I have an important meeting to attend at eight.”She sat up on the bed, wiping her eyes with her palm before focusing them on me. “Why now, honey? I wanted us to spend some quality time together. Do you always have to go to meetings?”Her complaints had no real merit, and every minute she delayed me in
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{Martha's POV}The rest of the day felt like a blur to me. Each minute, I found myself complaining and trying to push the memory of Peter stalking me out of my head. I had finished my work for the day and decided to hang out in the office to pass the time.“Miss Evans, someone is here to see you,” Cherie said as she entered the office a few minutes after I had started dozing off. A blue file was in her hand, which she placed on the table.“Who’s that?” I asked, lifting my head from where it had been resting on the armrest of the sleek black chair. I caught her gray eyes flickering to meet mine.“I don’t know her. She said her name is Ruth,” Cherie replied.“Okay,” I said, sitting up and stretching my arms to shake off the sleep. “Let her in.”“Okay, Miss Evans,” she said softly before walking out of the office.I picked up the blue file from the table, flipping through the papers to skim their contents. The details were written in bold letters, outlining the company’s progress in ship
Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge 32. The Problem
{Martha's POV}I scrolled through the files on my desk with a satisfied smile. Everything was settled; all I needed now was to wait for the profits. Closing the file, I leaned back against my chair, spinning it around to face the glass wall. The city looked surreal from up here, like something out of a TV show.Smiling, I closed my eyes, taking a deep, relaxing breath. The door creaked, and the next thing I heard were footsteps. I spun the chair back around to face the door.Thankfully, it was Cherie. She walked in and said, “It's lunch break, ma’am. What would you like me to get?”“Have you had lunch yet?” I asked her.She briefly shook her head, forcing a small smile, clearly surprised by my question. “No, ma’am. I was just about to get mine.”I stood up, grabbing my bag from the small locker beside my desk. “Let’s go out for lunch.”Her face brightened into a genuine smile. “Okay, Miss Evans.”I handed her my bag, and she took it. We walked out of the office together, with me leadi
Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge 31. Something's Wrong.
{Nathan's POV}I took off my shirt the moment I entered the room and headed straight to the bathroom for a quick shower. I couldn’t shake the look on Martha’s face from my mind, something was wrong. Something was definitely bothering her.As the warm water cascaded over me, I replayed the events of the evening. My mother’s attempts to stop me from pressing Martha further only made my unease grow. What was she hiding? Why didn’t she want to open up?Grabbing a towel off the rack, I wrapped it around my waist and walked out of the bathroom toward my closet. After slipping into my nightwear, I decided I needed to check on her. If something was wrong, I needed to know.Making my way to her room, I reached for the door handle when her voice stopped me.“I’ve told you to stop calling me,” she said, her tone sharp and firm. “If you continue with this, I won’t hesitate to cancel the investment deal.”Curiosity rooted me in place. Who was she talking to?I leaned closer, pressing my ear gently
Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge 30. Memories
Martha's POVI sat at the kitchen island, nibbling on a slice of creamy white cake while staring at my phone screen. I scrolled through one picture after another, my eyes lingering on Peter and Rachel’s wedding photo. In the image, he stood proudly by her side, his arm around her waist, another picture showed them during their honeymoon, laughing under the soft glow of a sunset.I didn’t know why I was doing this to myself. Why was I staring at pictures that should have fueled my anger and resentment? Instead, I found myself stuck, my finger hesitating over the screen as if it would uncover something I was searching for but dreading to find.I took a spoonful of cake, its sweetness doing little to soothe the bitterness rising within me. I kept scrolling, my eyes scanning every image for something, anything, that connected to me. Something within me just wanted to see a picture of my old self, I could remember Peter had taken endless pictures of me. But as I stared at his Instagram no
