บททั้งหมดของ The Ex-Wife's Revenge: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

The following weeks seemed to blur into a whirlwind of busyness for William. The demands of their various businesses, including their role as the biggest charcoal supplier in their province, were unrelenting. Despite their wealth and success, he remained committed to being hands-on in managing their ventures. Tessa, too, was immersed in her own role as a devoted mother to their children, Mark, Michael, and Willow.Their daily routine became a carefully choreographed dance of responsibilities. Tessa ensured that her children's needs were met, from preparing their meals to helping with their schoolwork. She found joy in nurturing and guiding them, a role she cherished. Each bedtime story, every scraped knee kissed, and all the comforting hugs were expressions of her deep love and commitment to her family.One particular day, William had news to share with Tessa. He pulled her aside, his face a mixture of determination and regret. "Tessa," he began, "I have to travel to another province

The minutes dragged like hours for Cindy as she waited anxiously in her hotel suite. Every passing moment felt like an eternity, her impatience clawing at her, urging the hotel boy to expedite his sinister mission. Three long hours slipped by, each second amplifying her anxiety.Finally, a chime from her phone shattered the oppressive silence of the room. Her heart leaped with anticipation as she read the text message from the hotel boy. William had placed an order for food, a development that sent a wicked thrill through her veins. A triumphant smirk curled her lips as she texted the hotel boy back, her message dripping with malice."Remember what to do. Put the sleeping pills in his drink, and make sure you leave me his room number," she instructed, her words concise, her intent clear.A reply came swiftly, the hotel boy's compliance evident in his brief response. "I understand," he typed, his willingness to follow through on her instructions evident in his words.Cindy's heart race

Tessa's voice, though firm, trembled with the pain of betrayal as she ushered her children into action. "Mark, Michael, Willow, pack your clothes and important things quickly. We need to leave," she said, her eyes red from crying but determined."Mom, where are we going?" Mark's voice quivered as he folded his clothes and stuffed them into a suitcase. He looked up at his mother, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and confusion.Tessa, her own eyes swollen from crying, knelt beside her eldest son and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "We're going far away, Mark, where we can start anew. It's going to be difficult, but I promise we'll be okay."Michael, who had been silently packing his belongings, couldn't hold back his emotions any longer. "But I want to see Dad. I want him to explain why he left us," he said through choked sobs.Tessa's heart ached at her son's words. She too wanted answers, but the pain of her husband's betrayal was still too fresh, and she feared the turmoi

William rubbed his eyes, the remnants of sleep clinging to his senses. He stretched his arms, feeling the stiffness from sleeping in an unfamiliar bed. "Finally, I can go back to Tessa and the kids," he mumbled to himself, his heart swelling with longing for his family. Unbeknownst to him, a sinister plot had unfolded while he’s sleeping.He stepped into the shower, the warm water soothing his tired muscles. The water ascaded down, he thought about the warmth of his wife's embrace, the laughter of his children filling their home. "I need to make it up to them. I've been away for too long," he muttered, his voice laced with guilt.After his shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist, his mind already back home with his family. "I hope they'll understand. I'll explain everything to Tessa. She always understands me," he reassured himself, trying to quell the growing unease in his chest.Dressed in fresh clothes, he sat down at the hotel room's small table, glancing at the untouched brea

William sat down in the park, his hands trembled as he clutched the pictures, his heart sinking into a deep pit of despair. His eyes were fixed on the images that shattered his world, each photograph a painful reminder of the betrayal he never saw coming. His beloved wife, the woman he thought he knew so well, was captured in those frames, sharing moments with a stranger, a man whose face seemed oddly familiar yet remained elusive in his memory.Tears blurred his vision as he stared at the pictures, the scenes unfolding before his eyes like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. His mind raced, searching for answers, trying to comprehend how his once blissful family life had crumbled into pieces. His voice, choked with anguish, quivered as he whispered to himself, "How could she do this? How could she take our kids and run away with someone else?"His fists clenched, the pictures crumpling in his hands as if he could crush the pain within them. The weight of betrayal pressed down on hi