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4. Bitter Hate

Penulis: CJ Fantasies
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Mrs. Henderson sneered, her lips curling as she thrust the papers toward me. “Save your pathetic tears,” she hissed. “Sign the papers and disappear. You don’t belong here. You never did.”

Her words were cold and unrelenting, each syllable carving into me like a blade. My hands trembled as I stared down at the divorce papers, my tears falling in hot, silent streams. My vision blurred, the ink smudging beneath the weight of my despair.

I wanted to fight back. I wanted to scream, to tear the papers apart, to stand up to them both. But my strength had abandoned me, crushed beneath their cruel behavior towards me. My heart screamed for me to hold on, to not give in, but my body refused to move.

“Sign it!” Mrs. Henderson snapped, her voice sharp and commanding, cutting through the haze of my pain.

My trembling fingers hovered over the pen, torn between giving in and holding onto the last shred of strength I had left. Tears dripped onto the paper as I hesitated, my soul warring with itself. I had no one to defend me, no one to turn to.

Mrs. Henderson, her patience snapping, grabbed my trembling hand and forced the pen into my palm. Her grip was firm and unyielding, her nails digging into my skin as she shoved my hand toward the paper. My name was scrawled across the page, the act as much hers as it was mine.

As soon as the ink dried, Mrs. Henderson released me with a sneer, her contempt burning brighter than ever. Her hand lashed out one last time, the slap sharp and stinging. My head jerked to the side, my cheek ablaze with pain as fresh tears spilled over.

“Don’t you ever stress me like that again, you irritating mess!” she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. She stepped back, looking down at me with disgust. “You have no place in this house. Leave before I personally throw you out.”

I clutched my stinging cheek, my heart breaking under the weight of everything that had happened.

My heart felt as though it had been ripped apart, the pain unbearable, suffocating. Each breath was a struggle against the crushing weight of betrayal. I clutched my chest, desperate to keep myself from shattering entirely. My tears had long since dried, but the raw ache in my eyes and throat lingered, a cruel reminder of how much I’d already cried.

“I… I can’t leave,” I sobbed, my voice trembling and faint, each word heavy with despair. “This is my parents’ house… their legacy… my inheritance.”

The words tasted bitter in my mouth, the truth of them piercing deeper than even Peter’s rejection. This was all I had left of my parents, and now it was slipping away too.

Before I could say another word, Peter’s hand shot out, gripping my arm with a cold, unrelenting force. His touch silenced me, its chill spreading through my body like frost. Without hesitation, he began dragging me toward the door, his strength overpowering my feeble resistance.

“Peter, please,” I begged, my voice cracking, desperation dripping from every word. My feet scraped against the floor, my shoes scuffing against the marble tiled floor as I struggled. “Please don’t do this to me! I have nowhere to go… no one to turn to. Please…”

But my pleas fell on deaf ears. Peter didn’t falter, his grip remaining firm, his pace unyielding. He didn’t even spare me a glance, his gaze fixed ahead, his expression as cold and detached as ever.

Behind me, cruel laughter erupted, sharp and mocking. Mrs. Henderson’s and Rachel’s voices rang out, their amusement cutting through the air like jagged glass. The sound twisted the knife in my heart, their ridicule making my humiliation complete.

By the time we reached the grand entrance, I was nearly limp, my strength drained. Peter stopped abruptly, his grip tightening for a moment before he released me. The sudden loss of support made me stumble, but before I could catch my balance, he shoved me with force.

I fell hard onto the gravel outside, the rough surface scraping my knees as I landed with a jarring thud. Pain shot through my legs, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. My palms stung where they had braced my fall, tiny rocks embedding into the skin.

Peter stood in the doorway, looking down at me as though I were dirt beneath his feet. His disgust was palpable, his words sharper than any blade.

“Martha Stewart, you’re better off dead than alive,” Peter sneered, his voice devoid of warmth or humanity. “No one will ever want a pathetic, blubbering pig like you.”

His words struck like a whip, each word leaving a fresh welt on my soul. My chest heaved as sobs tore through me, but I forced myself to speak, my voice raw and trembling.

“Please, Peter… please give me back my inheritance,” I begged, my tears falling unchecked, my hands clasped together as I pleaded. “They’re all I have left. Please.”

Peter scoffed, his expression darkening with cruel amusement. “There’s nothing here that ever belonged to you, or your filthy parents,” he spat, his tone dripping with contempt.

His words hit me like a thunderclap, confusion swirling with the pain in my chest. I looked up at him, my face streaked with tears, my mind racing to make sense of what he was saying.

“What are you talking about, Peter?” I choked out, my voice breaking. “Let me in… please. I’ll do anything. I’ll lose the weight. I’ll get into shape. I’ll be the woman you want me to be.”

Peter’s laughter was cold and sharp, a sound that twisted the knife of betrayal even deeper. “Shut the crap, Martha,” he snapped, his words slicing through the air like a blade. “I never loved you. Not from the start.”

The weight of his confession crashed down on me, my breath hitching as my knees buckled beneath me.

“Even if you get into shape,” he continued, his tone merciless, “even if you do every pathetic thing to try and please me, it won’t change a thing. I’ll never love you. You’ll never be anything more than a blubbering mess to me.”

The venom in his voice struck harder than any physical blow, leaving me paralyzed by his words. I opened my mouth to speak, to plead, but no words came out. My sobs were drowned out by the sound of the door slamming shut in my face.

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  • Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge    5. Hopeless

    “Please, Peter,” I cried as I scrambled on the floor, my knees stinging from the pain of my body colliding with the ground as I stared at the door. Confused and scared, the pain in my heart was much worse than when my parents had died. A feeling that was so hard to believe. Why didn't I see this coming? Why didn't I see through all those times when he showed love to me that they were all fake? The question hung in my mind, a painful reminder of how blinded I’d been. My knees ached badly as they pressed against the floor. The chill of the night bit into my skin, the icy wind stinging my cheeks and seeping into my bones. But it couldn’t compare to the cold emptiness within me, a void left by betrayal so complete it left me hollow. This mansion had been the only thing that kept the memory of my parents alive in my mind, and now it was gone, stolen by the man I had trusted above all else. I tried to pry myself up from the floor, my body aching from so much pain, as I stood there

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  • Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge    6. A Stranger

    {Nathan's Pov} I hit the cold water with force as I dove in, swimming fast toward the woman crying out for help. Her voice was faint and broken by the sound of the storm as she disappeared beneath the surface again. “Help me, please,” she gasped weakly, her voice barely audible before the river pulled her under once more. I pushed forward, ignoring the cold that bit into my skin. The river raged against me, shoving me back, but I wouldn’t stop. Stretching out my hand, I reached for her. The current surged, nearly tearing her away, but I kicked harder, slicing through the water until my fingers finally closed around her arm. “I’ve got you,” I murmured, though I wasn’t sure she could hear me over the roaring water. With every muscle in my body screaming, I dragged her toward the shore. The river resisted, but I held on tight, refusing to let go until we reached the muddy bank. Her body collapsed onto the wet ground, trembling violently. She dragged herself away from the water

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  • Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge    7. Sudden Comfort

    {Martha's Pov} My heart ached, each passing second making the pain sharper, heavier. I looked up at the man sitting across from me, his calm presence grounding me in a way I couldn’t explain. I opened my mouth to speak, to thank him for saving my life, for bringing me into his home and offering me comfort. But the words wouldn’t come. They were trapped, stuck beneath the weight of everything I was feeling. I was shattered, so broken that I couldn’t imagine putting myself back together. No matter how hard I tried to push away thoughts of Peter, they came rushing back, each memory cutting into me like glass. Every laugh we’d shared, every touch, every whispered promise, they all haunted me now. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine,” Nathan’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts, steady and calm. I looked up at him, meeting his piercing blue eyes. They held no judgment, only kindness. Somehow, in that moment, they eased a fraction of the pain in my chest, enough to let me breathe.

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  • Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge    8. Breaking News

    {Martha's POV}Her lashes fluttered as she waited for my response, her sharp gaze fixed on me. I froze; my tongue felt heavy, and I struggled to find the right words. As a stranger in the house, I didn’t know how to explain myself. My throat was dry, and I swallowed hard, avoiding her expectant stare.“I’m a friend of Nathan,” I finally mumbled, the words tumbling out awkwardly. My voice sounded strange even to my own ears, and beads of sweat gathered on my forehead, threatening to roll down.Her expression hardened instantly, her eyes narrowing with a judgmental glare. It was the kind of look I’d seen so many times before, a look that said I didn’t belong, that I wasn’t good enough to be here.But she didn’t press further. Instead, she placed her small handbag on the couch and began tying her dark hair into a neat bun.“I’m Carolina,” she said briskly, her voice calm but distant. “I handle the housekeeping when Mr. Evans isn’t around.” She paused, her sharp eyes continuing to scan me

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-06
  • Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge    9. Perfect Body

    {Martha's POV}Three Year Later.“Ma’am, your dress is here,” Carolina said as she entered the room, carrying a white box wrapped with a delicate red ribbon.I jumped up from the couch, excitement bubbling within me. With hurried steps, I approached her and took the box from her hands. My fingers lingered on the ribbon for a moment, savoring the anticipation, before I gently untied it and lifted the lid.“Oh my gosh!” I gasped as my eyes fell on the plush bodycon dress, its fabric shimmering with diamond-shaped sequins. I held it up, marveling at its perfection. It was exactly as I had seen it online.“This is beautiful,” Carolina said, stepping closer to admire it. She set the box aside with a careful touch. “Do you want to try it on now, ma’am?”“Yes,” I said, unable to contain my excitement. “I think I should. The dinner party is tonight, anyway.” I draped the dress over her arm with a smile. “Please, come with me.”Carolina patted the dress gently as we ascended the stairs. Each s

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  • Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge    10. Dinner

    {Martha's POV} I stared at my reflection once more, my gaze lingering on my brunette hair. A small thought crossed my mind, it could use some curling. With a sigh, I turned to gather my clothes from the bed, folding them neatly before walking over to put them in my closet.“I’m sorry, duty calls,” Nathan’s voice broke the silence as he entered the room, slipping his phone into his pocket.I glanced at him over my shoulder, smiling softly. “I understand. Your job always demands your attention.”Shutting the closet door, I turned to face him. Nathan was leaning against the doorframe, his piercing eyes fixed on me. The intensity of his gaze sent warmth rushing to my cheeks, making it hard to hold his stare.Heat crept up my sleeves as I fiddled with the hem of my dress. The way he looked at me made my heart flutter, stirring emotions I wasn’t sure I could manage. Clearing my throat, I tried to shift the focus. “Um, the dinner. It’s at five,” I said, offering a small smile. “You wouldn’t

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-07
  • Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge    11. Attention

    {Martha's Pov}I looked at Peter’s hand for a moment, debating whether or not to accept it. Refusing might create a scene that could arouse suspicion. Forcing a thin smile, I placed my hand in his palm.He brought it close to his lips, placing a soft kiss on my knuckles. “It’s a pleasure,” he said, his tone smooth and confident. I quickly pulled my hand away, my skin crawling at the contact.Peter’s gaze lingered, his sharp eyes tracing every inch of my features with unsettling intensity. My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to remain composed. He finally turned to Nathan, acting as though nothing had happened. I kept my expression neutral, a picture of innocence, as though this man wasn’t the same person who had broken my heart and ruined my life years ago.“Let’s grab a drink,” Rachel said, her voice sharp with jealousy. She turned to us, her forced smile as thin as paper. “We’ll be right back.” Without waiting for a response, she linked arms with Peter and trotted off, her postu

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-07
  • Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge    12. Playing with Fire

    {Martha Pov} I ignored her question, my gaze locked onto her reflection in the mirror. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she moved closer, the sound echoing in the quiet restroom. She stopped beside me, her presence stifling. “Nathan and I have known each other for a long time,” I finally replied, my voice calm but laced with tension. She positioned herself next to me, half-facing the mirror as she studied my reflection before meeting my gaze. “Quite surprising,” she chirped. “That my cousin would have time for a woman, considering how busy his schedule is.” A practiced smile curved her lips. I turned to her, my eyes locking onto hers with piercing look. “Yes, he is busy sometimes. But it’s nothing I can’t manage,” I replied, my voice sharp yet controlled. Her smile faltered for a split second before she recovered, her gaze drifting to the floor as if in thought. “You’re right. It takes patience to be with a doctor,” she said lightly, then looked up at me again. “

    Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-01-07

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  • Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge    108. A Future With you

    {Martha's POV}"Good morning, my queen," Nathan whispered against my ear, his lips brushing my cheek in a feather-light kiss. His voice, deep and husky with sleep, sent a shiver down my spine. I stirred, my lashes fluttering open to meet the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through the curtains."Morning, my love," I murmured sleepily, turning onto my side to face him. A slow smile spread across my lips as he cupped my cheek, his warmth seeping into my skin. He leaned in, pressing a gentle peck to my forehead before pushing himself up from the bed.I stretched, my arms reaching over my head as a deep sigh escaped my lips. For the first time in seven years, I felt truly free, as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. No more battles, no more struggles, I had finally reclaimed what was rightfully mine. And best of all, I was engaged to the most loving, handsome man in the world. Everything was exactly as I had dreamed.Nathan stood by the window, the golden sunlight castin

  • Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge    107. Marriage Proposal

    {Martha's POV}“Thank you, Michael,” Nathan said as he exchanged a handshake with him.I sat there, unmoving, as if I had been glued to my seat. The courtroom was nearly empty now, people filing out in hushed murmurs. I had won. I had fought for justice and reclaimed what was taken from me. But instead of triumph, a hollow ache settled deep within my chest. What I truly longed for, what would have made this victory complete, was seeing my beloved parents again.The bitter truth cut through me like a blade. I had allowed the man who planned their deaths into my life. I had loved him. I had let him and his family treat me like nothing. And now, even though justice had been served, my heart still bled.“Come on,” Carolina’s voice broke through my haze as she positioned herself behind me. “You won the case, Martha. Peter Henderson is finally going to pay for everything he took from you.”I turned to her and forced a thin-lipped smile. “Yes, I won,” I murmured, my voice distant, detached.

  • Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge    106. I'll Always Win

    {Martha's POV}The blaring sound of my phone shattered the peaceful silence of the early morning. I groaned, rolling over and burying my face into the warmth of Nathan’s chest, hoping the caller would give up. But the ringing persisted, shrill and unrelenting.Nathan stirred beside me, his arm tightening around my waist as he let out a soft sigh. “My love,” he murmured sleepily, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. “Your phone.”I groaned again, reluctantly stretching my hand toward the nightstand. Without glancing at the caller ID, I grabbed the phone and pressed it against my ear.“Hello?” I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.“Good morning, Martha.”The familiar voice sent a jolt through my body, instantly dispelling the last traces of drowsiness. My breath caught in my throat. Peter.I sat up abruptly, the sheets pooling around my waist as my pulse quickened. After the incident at the Henderson's mansion and the call to court. Peter and I had never spoke to each other, at some poi

  • Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge    105. Anger

    {Martha’s POV}“Come on, let me take you to the room so you can rest,” Nathan said as we pulled away from the hug.I let out a deep sigh, exhaustion settling in as he stood and took my hand. His touch was warm, reassuring, the kind of steady presence I needed right now.“Don’t let this bother you,” he murmured as we made our way toward the stairs. “I’ll talk to Michael about it. While you rest, he and I will continue the investigation.”I squeezed his hand, my voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you so much.”Nathan glanced down at me, his expression firm with certainty. “Peter will get what he deserves, my love. I promise you.”His words carried so much conviction that, for a moment, I almost believed justice was inevitable.When we reached the bedroom, I settled onto the bed, the soft mattress cradling my tired body. Nathan lay beside me, pulling me close until my head rested against his chest. His steady heartbeat beneath my ear was soothing, grounding me in a way nothing else cou

  • Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge    104. Welcome Back

    {Martha’s POV}I took a deep breath as my body sank into the plush cushions of the living room couch. A wave of relief washed over me, the familiar scent of home wrapping around me like a warm embrace.I had missed this place, the way the soft glow of the chandelier made everything feel safe, the quiet hum of the city outside the windows, the warmth that lived in these walls. And I also had missed staying in the same roof with Nathan. “I’ll tell Carolina to prepare tea for you,” Nathan murmured, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on my cheek. His lips were warm, lingering for just a moment before he straightened and made his way to the kitchen.I watched him disappear around the corner, my heart aching in a way I couldn’t quite describe.Leaning my head against the armrest, I let my eyes flutter shut, allowing the exhaustion to settle. But just as I began to relax, the vibration of my phone in my pocket snapped me back to reality.I frowned, fishing it out and glancing at the screen.

  • Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge    103. Are You Pregnant?

    {Martha's POV}I sat on the couch, gripping the hem of my sweater tightly, trying to suppress the weakness coursing through my body. My limbs felt heavy, exhaustion tugging at me, and the urge to go back to bed was almost unbearable.Nathan's eyes were fixed on me, concern evident in his gaze. “What’s wrong?” he asked after a moment, his voice softer than I expected.I hesitated, shifting slightly under his scrutiny. This Nathan, this gentle, caring version of him, was different from the man who had once pushed me away, convinced that I had no place in his life. The change in him was undeniable.Before I could answer, he stood and crossed the small distance between us. When he reached me, he took my hand in his, his grip warm and reassuring. A shiver ran through me, not from the cold, but from the comforting heat of his touch.His thumb brushed against my knuckles before he reached up, resting his palm lightly against my forehead. His touch was tender, his fingers lingering as if he c

  • Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge    102. Seeing Her

    {Nathan’s POV}I buried my face in my palm, my elbow resting on the polished surface of my desk. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get Martha out of my mind.Everyday that passes I felt like seeing her and wanting her by my side, but I felt too broken to even muster the courage to go and see her. “What's wrong with me?" I asked myself as I close my eyes. When I sent her away, I thought I was doing the right thing. I convinced myself that keeping my distance would make things easier, that maybe it would ease the pain of betrayal I felt. But now? Now, all I wanted was to have her back.A frustrated sigh escaped me as I leaned back in my chair.After talking to Michael, I found out that Martha had taken Peter to court over her stolen inheritance. She had been fighting this battle alone, and I wasn’t there for her. The guilt gnawed at me, heavy and unrelenting. I should have been by her side. I should have protected her.I reached for the bottle of water on my desk, twisting the ca

  • Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge    101. Sick As Hell

    {Martha’s POV}I sat curled up on the couch, a warm blanket draped over me, sipping my tea in slow, deliberate sips. The heat spread through my chest, soothing but not entirely taking away the discomfort that had settled deep in my body.I had barely slept last night. My stomach churned with nausea, and an aching fatigue clung to my bones, making every movement feel like a struggle.At first, I brushed it off as the early symptoms of pregnancy, morning sickness, fatigue, maybe a little dizziness. It was normal, right? But as the hours dragged on, my body felt heavier, and a dull pain gnawed at my head, making it impossible to ignore.I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths in an attempt to ease the discomfort, but it didn’t help. Then, a sharp pain twisted in my stomach.I gasped, pressing a hand to my abdomen, my breath hitching. A wave of heat rushed over me, followed by an unbearable chill. My skin felt clammy, my hands trembling as I reached for my phone.This wasn’t normal. Somethi

  • Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge    100. Tension

    {Martha's POV}"Objection, my Lord," the man who had arrived earlier with Peter stood up, his sharp gaze locking onto mine. "She claims that Peter tricked her into signing divorce papers and orchestrated her supposed death, but we have video footage showing her jumping into the river of her own accord. Not only that, but it has been seven years since the incident, and she never came forward to stake her claim until now."A hush fell over the courtroom. My breath caught in my throat.I turned to Michael, searching for reassurance, but his expression had darkened. He clenched his jaw, clearly frustrated, but he remained silent, waiting for the judge’s response.The judge adjusted his glasses, considering the statement. "Do you have this footage with you now?"Peter's lawyer nodded confidently, gesturing to an assistant who walked up to the judge with a flash drive. "Yes, my Lord. If permitted, we can play it right here."I clenched my fists beneath the table. Rachel, sitting beside Pete

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