All Chapters of The Ex-Wife's Revenge: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The day of the charity event had finally arrived, and the family was bustling with excitement and anticipation. Tessa and William had been diligently preparing for this day, not only in terms of the event logistics but also ensuring their family looked its best.They all readied themselves for the evening, Tessa chose an elegant, deep blue dress that gracefully complemented her figure. The gown was adorned with delicate lace, and she paired it with simple silver jewelry, radiating timeless beauty. William donned a classic black suit, a crisp white shirt, and a modest tie, showcasing his natural charm and sophistication.Their children were equally excited about the event. Mark, the eldest, wore a miniature suit that matched his father's, making him look like a little gentleman. Michael, the second child, looked adorable in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, showing off his youthful innocence. Willow, the youngest, was a vision in her lovely, age-appropriate dress. The soft pink h

Amidst the dazzling lights and the low hum of animated conversations, Cindy's heart raced as she navigated the charity event, all the while locked in a silent battle with herself. She couldn't deny the allure of William, his charisma, and his dashing looks. He had been a classmate and a friend long ago, and now, seeing him as a married man, stirred both her admiration and her apprehension.She understood the moral implications of her presence, the ominous task Mrs. Reign had set upon her – to infiltrate William's life, seduce him, and break the bond he had with Tessa. The idea of becoming a mistress was repugnant to her, yet her family's debts hung heavily over her, an inescapable burden.The event continued and Cindy's nervousness grew. The allure of this man, married as he was, was undeniable, and her inner conflict intensified. She found herself torn between a desire that had awakened and the overwhelming guilt of the role she had reluctantly embraced.What if she failed? The quest

Cindy, still nursing the sting of rejection from William, found herself cornered by the persistent advances of a handsome stranger. The scent of alcohol hung heavy in the air as she downed another drink, seeking solace in the numbing embrace of the alcohol."Hey, sexy lady!" the man greeted, his words slurred slightly from his own indulgence in alcohol. Despite her annoyance, Cindy forced a smile, attempting to mask her true feelings. "Hello," she replied, her voice strained.The man, clearly emboldened by the atmosphere of the party, continued his attempts to charm her. "You look lonely here. Want some company?" he asked, his tone dripping with false confidence.Cindy, her mind still preoccupied with thoughts of William and Tessa, decided to play along, if only to distract herself from the ache in her heart. "Sure, why not," she responded, feigning interest. She engaged in small talk, her eyes occasionally darting towards the couple she so desperately desired.While they are talking,

Tessa sank into the couch, exhaustion washing over her like a tidal wave. Her children, Mark, Michael, and Willow, gathered around her, their worried eyes reflecting the concern they felt for their mother. Mark, her perceptive eldest, reached out and took her hand, his eyes fixed on her face. "Mom, are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft and filled with empathy.She forced a tired smile, trying to mask her inner turmoil. "I'm just tired, sweetheart. Long nights like this can be exhausting."But her first child gaze was unwavering, and he saw through her facade. "Mom, please don't lie," he said gently. "I can tell something's bothering you. Are you sad? Is it about Ms. Cindy?”Tessa was taken aback by her son's perceptiveness. She hadn't realized just how much her emotions had been laid bare. She sighed, giving in to the honesty that flowed between her and her children.She knelt down to Mark's level, her eyes meeting him with gratitude. "You're right, Mark. I am a little sad. Miss Ci

The next morning, Tessa stirred a pot of oatmeal, her thoughts far away. The weight of worry hung heavy on her shoulders, making the simple act of cooking breakfast feel like an impossible task. As she moved about the kitchen, her husband, William, observed her with a keen eye, sensing the sadness that clouded her eyes.With a gentle touch, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close. "Tessa, love, what's bothering you?" he asked, his voice soft and filled with concern.Tessa leaned into his embrace, finding comfort in his warm presence. She hesitated for a moment, her heart heavy with the truth she was about to share. "William," she began, her voice catching in her throat, "I don't trust Cindy. I feel like she's here to destroy our marriage, to steal you away from me."William's grip tightened around her, his expression grave. He turned her around to face him, his eyes searching hers for the depth of her emotions. "Tessa," he said, his voice steady and reassuring, "