All Chapters of The Ex-Wife's Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Tiffany stormed out of the place, her mind was a whirlwind of anger and frustration. She couldn't believe what had just transpired. Her carefully constructed world was crashing down around her, and it was all Clarisse's fault. That foolish woman had hired a private investigator, of all things, and had the audacity to confront her with damning evidence!In her bedroom, Tiffany paced back and forth, talking to herself in a frenzied, desperate tone. "How could she do this to me? After everything I've done, after all the lies I've spun, she turns on me like this? This was not part of the plan."She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white with rage. "I can't lose Clarisse. She's my golden ticket. I need her wealth to maintain this lifestyle. Without her, I'll be nothing!"Tiffany's reflection in the mirror showed a woman on the brink of madness. Her perfectly coiffed hair was in disarray, and her makeup was smudged from the tears of frustration that had been flowing freely. "I've co

The car ride back for Tiffany and Harper was fraught with tension. The air inside the vehicle was thick with silence, broken only by the occasional heavy sigh from Tiffany. Harper, seething with anger, couldn't find it in herself to speak. The dream of wealth and power that had once seemed within their grasp was now shattered.In the confines of the car, Harper let loose her frustration. "This is all your fault, Tiffany! You had Clarisse, a wealthy socialite, but you couldn't resist having a relationship with that poor loser Jarvis!"Tiffany, feeling a mix of guilt and defiance, tried to reason. "I love Jarvis, Mom. You can't control who I have feelings for."Harper's face contorted with rage. "Love? Love won't pay the bills or secure our future! You should have played your cards right, but you ruined everything!"The weight of her mother's disappointment pressed down on Tiffany. She knew she had made mistakes, but she couldn't ignore her heart. Love, even if it was for someone from a

AMBERNEXT MISSION: Noah DavisI knew unraveling Noah Davis's facade would require careful planning and precision. Unlike Tiffany, his sins were not as openly visible, but his deception ran deep. I spent days observing him, learning his routines, and gathering information. My goal was to expose the truth without ever revealing my involvement.One evening, as I followed him discreetly, I noticed he frequented a modest restaurant after work. It seemed to be his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the pressures of his family's expectations. I decided this could be the starting point of my scheme.The next day, I disguised myself and entered the same restaurant. I strategically placed myself near his usual spot, ensuring our paths would cross. When he arrived, I observed him from a distance, noting the exhaustion etched on his face.Approaching him, I mustered a friendly smile. "Excuse me, aren't you Noah Davis?" I asked, feigning surprise.He hesitated before nodding cautiously. "Ye

AMBERI am sitting in my wooden chair,y mind buzzed with thoughts of revenge. Ethan Davis, the golden child of the Davis family, was next on my list. He had never treated me with anything resembling respect; to him, I was merely a servant, not worthy of his consideration. But tonight, I vowed to change that. I would turn his world upside down, just as he had done to me countless times before.My mind churned with possibilities. How could I break someone so entitled, so sure of his own superiority? I needed a plan, something cunning and devious, something that would shatter his confidence and reduce him to the same level he had pushed me to.Then, it hit me. Ethan's weakness was his pride, his belief that he was above everyone else. What if I exploited that, made him question his own worth?The next day, I began my scheme. I subtly spread rumors, questioning Ethan's abilities, his intelligence, and his achievements. I planted seeds of doubt in the minds of those around him, making the

In the Davis mansion, tension hung heavy in the air. The once-prosperous family now faced the harsh reality of financial ruin, a bitter pill to swallow for individuals who had always known privilege and affluence.Harper, the matriarch, slammed her hands on the polished mahogany table, her eyes ablaze with anger. "How did it come to this? We were one of the wealthiest families in the city, and now we're drowning in debt!"Eugene, her husband, tried to maintain his composure, but his frustration was evident. "We invested too much in ventures that didn't yield any returns. The market has been ruthless, and we failed to adapt."Brittany, the elder daughter, chimed in, her voice laced with bitterness. "And let's not forget Lucas and his reckless decisions. He drained our resources with his lavish lifestyle and extravagant projects."Tiffany, the younger daughter, couldn't hide her fear. "What are we going to do? We're on the verge of losing everything."Ethan, the youngest, scowled at his