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Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Did anyone saw me?
Aurora’s POVAs soon as I entered Lucas’s hospital room, I could feel the tension between us. He looked pale, fragile even, but there was still a strength about him—an intensity in his eyes that lingered on me as I approached. I put on my best concerned face, though I wasn’t sure if I could even fool him.“Lucas, I brought you something.” I forced a smile, holding up a pizza box. He didn’t even look at it, his eyes drifting back to the window as though my presence was already boring him. My fingers twitched with irritation, but I kept my composure. I had to.“Thanks,” he muttered, barely glancing my way.I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat, squatting down beside him as I pretended to inspect his legs. I could feel the anger boiling beneath my calm expression. He should be thanking me for being here after all I’d done for him, yet his attention was still fixed on that…Elena.His voice broke the silence. “What happened to your face?”I hadn’t expected that. Startled, I quickl
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Jason's POVAs I walked out of the restroom, I noticed a figure in the hallway—a tall, slim person in a black hoodie, her face partially hidden, but her stride gave her away. It was Aurora. Just moments ago, she'd mentioned needing to leave for a business meeting, yet here she was, sneaking around in the hospital, her movements tense, like she was concealing something. I quickly ducked behind a corner as she passed, barely breathing, watching her hurry down the corridor with suspicious urgency. Once she disappeared, I let out the breath I'd been holding, a strange unease building in my gut. What was she doing here? I shook my head, trying to dismiss the thought, but it lingered, persistent.I caught up with Elena, and we headed to Lucas's room, where he was sitting up in bed, slicing through a ripe apple. His casual demeanor faded the second he saw the look on my face. "What’s going on? Did something happen?" he asked, his brows knitting together in concern.Elena and I exchanged a gl
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Aurora's POVI’m sure I need to limit how often I visit Lucas, but I can’t help it—I love him too much. The mere thought of not seeing him feels unbearable, even if I have to act like everything is fine. I know I should be cautious, especially after last night. I’m certain someone saw me there, but I can’t afford to let my guard down, not now.The morning light streams into my room, and I stare at my reflection, combing my fingers through my tangled hair. My heart’s racing; I feel the weight of everything piling up. I quickly brush my hair, slip into my floral mini-dress, add just a touch of makeup to hide the restlessness under my eyes, and throw on a pair of flip-flops. With one last look in the mirror, I head out.Since last night, Lucas has ignored my calls. Anxiety twists in my stomach, but I know I have to see him. If he knows anything—or worse, if someone told him—I need to be prepared, to act as though I have nothing to hide. As I drive to the hospital, memories flood my mind.
Last Updated : 2024-11-13Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Lucas, please don't leave me
Aurora's POVHis promise hit me like a thunderbolt. *He will marry me.* It felt surreal, like a dream I’d clung to for so many years finally taking shape. My heart swelled, and I couldn’t help the smile that stretched across my face as I squatted down in front of him, clasping his hands as if to keep the moment from slipping away."You… you’ll marry me?" My voice trembled, excitement and uncertainty mingling in every word.Lucas’s gaze softened, yet there was a new hardness there I hadn’t seen before. "Yes, Aurora, I’ll marry you. But only if you’re honest with me. Completely honest." His words were firm, each syllable slicing through the air, and my heart fluttered at the weight behind them.A nervous laugh escaped me as I squeezed his hands, my smile wide. "Of course, Lucas! I want nothing more than to be with you," I whispered, my voice soft, almost pleading. His expression was still, unreadable, and it made me nervous."Are you sure?" he asked, his eyes scanning my face, as if he
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Elena's POV I had barely slept, my thoughts tangled in an endless web of dread, relief, and… something else I couldn’t name. As I walked down the sterile hospital corridors, Jason’s hand was a firm, comforting weight on my back. I knew Aurora’s plans had finally crumbled, that she was being taken away in handcuffs. Justice, at last. It should have felt like a victory, yet the hollow ache in my chest grew with each step. There was no joy here—only a lingering sadness and the faintest trace of regret.I could still feel Lucas’s pain, his every grimace, every stifled sigh of discomfort as if they were my own. I had known him long enough to know how much he must be hurting, even if he’d never admit it.The door to his hospital room was slightly ajar, and I peeked inside. Lucas sat in his wheelchair, his face a mask of stoic resolve. His jaw was set, eyes fixed on some distant point outside the window, lost in his thoughts. Jason’s hand tightened around mine as if sensing my hesitation. H
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Elena's POV I watched as Jason left the hospital room, his expression a mixture of shock and hurt. I turned back to Lucas, my heart racing. The weight of my decision hung heavy in the air, but as I looked into his eyes, I felt a warmth spread through me—a mix of relief and joy. The corners of my mouth turned up into a smile, one that mirrored the happiness I could see reflected in his gaze.“Are you okay?” Lucas asked, his voice low and gentle. I could hear the underlying concern mixed with a hint of vulnerability. I nodded, feeling a wave of guilt wash over me for the pain I had caused Jason, but deep down, I knew I had to follow my heart.“I know that I did so much damage to Jason, but…” I trailed off, the uncertainty swirling in my mind. Could I truly abandon the path I’d just chosen? I looked into Lucas’s eyes, searching for answers.“Elena, you know I wouldn’t be able to walk again, right?” His question cut through my thoughts, grounding me.I flashed him a reassuring smile and
Last Updated : 2024-11-13Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Will you marry me?
Elena's POVI couldn’t help but be swept up in the warmth of Jason’s lips against mine. Every tender kiss made my heart flutter, as if each touch was melting away years of sorrow and regret. We were so close, I could feel his heartbeat in time with mine, a steady rhythm that gave me hope, that maybe this time I had chosen right.But then, suddenly, he paused. I felt his hands tense around my waist as he drew back, looking at me with those dark eyes, serious, almost pained. My heart skipped a beat. "Elena," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. He helped me gently off his lap and made me kneel beside him, his gaze piercing and tender at once.“Elena, I don’t want us to get lost in love’s illusions,” he said, his hand softly caressing my cheek. His words were gentle but firm, like he was breaking a delicate truth to me.“Lucas, what do you mean?” I asked, my voice trembling as I tried to read the sadness on his face.He took a deep breath, his jaw tightening as he struggled to fin
Last Updated : 2024-11-13Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets The wedding!
Elena's POVI couldn’t believe it was really happening—I was getting married to Jason Campbell, the man who had shown me that love was still possible, even after everything I had endured. As we walked down the aisle, hand in hand, I felt my heart racing. The grand doors swung open, and I caught my breath, my eyes misting over as the soft murmur of the crowd washed over me. This was real. This was my life now.Jason looked over at me, his eyes gleaming with so much warmth that my heart skipped a beat. I bit my lip, trying to contain the swell of emotions within me. I had promised myself, after the trials in the Brown mansion, that I’d find happiness again. And now, here I was, stepping into a future I had only dared to dream about.As we approached the altar, I spotted Samantha, my best friend, standing beside me as my bridesmaid. She was practically beaming, holding the delicate trail of my gown, and I could feel her joy radiating as if it were her own wedding day. Behind Jason was Vi
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Miranda’s POVDesmond blocked my path as I exited the restaurant, his expression plastered with a self-satisfied smirk that did nothing but annoy me. His desperation to hold my attention was written all over his face, and for someone who claimed to have everything under control, he was anything but subtle.“Miss Laila,” he started, his tone a mix of pleading and practiced charm. “I was hoping we could talk.”I didn’t even slow down. “About what, Desmond?” I shot back, barely glancing at him. My voice was calm, but the annoyance was evident in my tone. “Your lies? Your desperate attempts at flattery? Or the chaos you bring wherever you go?”He flinched slightly but quickly masked it with another charming smile. “No, nothing like that,” he said, walking alongside me as I headed into the shopping mall next door. “I just wanted to make things clear between us. I feel like you misunderstand me.”I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Misunderstand you? I don’t think I do. You’re transparent,
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Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Lies!
Miranda’s POVDesmond. His name alone was enough to make my skin crawl. A green snake in green grass—a perfect idiom for the kind of man he was. I had known him far too long, loved him far too deeply, and been betrayed by him in ways I could never forget. We had been married for three years, and in those years, I had learned one undeniable truth: Desmond was a master of deception.As Clara and I arrived at the restaurant for lunch, she quickly excused herself to find us a table, leaving me to my thoughts. My gaze naturally scanned the parking lot, and there he was. Desmond. And with him was someone I had hoped never to see again—Brenda.My lips curled into a bitter smile as I watched her wrap her arms around him from behind. The smug grin on her face screamed familiarity, intimacy, and arrogance. Desmond, ever the performer, immediately began pushing her away as soon as he noticed me. His face morphed into one of exaggerated annoyance, but I could see righ
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Miranda's POVNolan and Desmond—two men entangled in a dangerous web they believed I couldn’t untangle. Little did they know, I had no intention of being anyone’s pawn. They thought I was weak, someone who could be manipulated, but this time, I held all the cards. I wasn’t seeking love, not from them or anyone. My reincarnation wasn’t a gift for a second chance at romance—it was for revenge.Sitting in my office, Nolan’s words still echoed in my mind. His warning was genuine, his concern palpable. “Desmond is dangerous,” he’d said. I didn’t need his caution. Desmond was my ex-husband, the man who had betrayed and murdered me in my past life. I knew his motives better than anyone.Nolan, on the other hand, intrigued me. There was a sincerity in his voice that made it difficult to brush him off completely. Unlike Desmond, his intentions didn’t seem malicious—at least not yet. But sincerity wasn’t enough to earn my trust. Both men had their sights set on my f
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets He's dangerous!
Miranda's POV They were all just barking like dogs, their voices blending into a cacophony of anger and frustration. I stood there, unfazed, watching the chaos unfold. My stepmother and stepsister were putting on a show for everyone in the restaurant, their faces contorted with rage. To me, it was amusing. No matter how loudly they yelled, it didn’t matter. I was prepared for them—more than they realized.But since this was a public place, I knew I couldn't fully indulge in what I wanted to say or do. Still, a part of me itched to stay. I wanted to see just how far they’d go. As I turned to leave, Desmond called out, his voice laced with a desperate apology.“Lila, wait,” he said, stepping toward me.I paused and looked back at him. His expression was conflicted, a mixture of guilt and determination etched across his face. I raised a brow, waiting for him to speak. Before he could, my stepmother rushed toward us, her face red with fury.
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Miranda's POV The next morning, I stretched languidly on my puffy bed, savoring the brief calm. The sunlight filtering through the curtains felt unusually gentle, a rare moment of peace I rarely allowed myself to indulge in. That was until my phone buzzed insistently, dragging me out of my reverie. Groaning, I reached for it, curiosity outweighing my reluctance to face the day."Hello, who is this?" I asked, my voice groggy but sharp enough to convey my irritation."Good morning, Ms. Lila," came the smooth, familiar voice.I froze for a second before recognition hit me like a lightning bolt. Desmond. My ex-husband. My lips tightened as I sat up in bed, the sheets pooling around me. How in the hell did he get my number?"It's me, Desmond," he continued. "I wanted to thank you again for what you did yesterday. I owe you one."Feigning calm, I pressed the phone tighter against my ear, forcing my voice to remain neutral. "How did yo
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Miranda’s POVAs I stared down at the battered figure of Desmond, I couldn’t help but suppress a sardonic smile. There he was, the man who destroyed me in my past life, lying helpless before me. He clutched his ribs, groaning in pain, his disheveled hair falling over his face. Part of me wanted to leave him there, to let him feel what helplessness truly meant. But another part, the calculating part, saw an opportunity.I crouched down, feigning concern as I tilted my head and forced a sweet smile. “Desmond,” I said, my voice honeyed but devoid of warmth, “are you dying, or are you just being dramatic?”His eyes fluttered open, glassy with pain. “I saved you, didn’t I?” he croaked. “The least you could do is help me now.”I rolled my eyes but quickly masked the motion with a look of feigned worry. “Fine,” I said, brushing invisible dust off my tailored blazer. “But let’s get one thing straight. I’m helping you because I need answers, not because I
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Miranda's POVTriumph swelled within me as I walked out of the boardroom, my heels clicking against the tiled floor. The smile on my face was hard to suppress. Mr. Williams was finally out of my way—at least for the next six months. I had worked tirelessly to craft a strategy that would ensure his forced leave, a decision sealed by my unwavering determination. For months, he had been a thorn in my side, his every move calculated to undermine my authority. I knew he had been tormenting Laila, the woman whose body I now inhabited. His mere presence was a nightmare I refused to endure any longer.The six-month leave was my way of saying, "You’re done here." And though the message was veiled in corporate professionalism, I intended to make sure that he never returned.As I descended the stairs, my mood remained buoyant. The garage was dimly lit, the faint hum of fluorescent lights echoing through the vast space. My car beeped as I pressed the key fob, its lights flashing in greeting. Just
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Miranda's POV The suffocating tension in the boardroom hung thick as I stepped in, the chaotic chatter of the board members ceasing the moment they caught sight of me. All eyes turned toward me as if I were both their savior and their target. My heels clicked sharply against the polished floor, echoing in the sudden silence. Clara, ever the steady presence, followed close behind, her clipboard clutched to her chest. She gave me a supportive nod, though her lips were pressed into a thin, worried line. I took my seat at the head of the table—the seat of power—and exhaled slowly, scanning the room. My stepmother’s schemes, my stepsister’s manipulations, and Nolan’s infuriating insistence on our engagement still swirled in my mind like a tempest. But here, in this room, I had to be the CEO they both feared and respected. My heart may have been bruised, but I wasn’t about to let that show. The first voice to break the silence was, unsurprisi
