All Chapters of The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Nathan POV:Another shot of whiskey, neat. The bartender, a burly man with eyes that had seen too much and judged nothing, slid the glass across the polished mahogany bar, his movements practiced, efficient, devoid of any warmth or sympathy.Good. Sympathy was the last thing I needed. Pity was poison. All I needed was the burn of the whiskey, the numbing oblivion it offered, a temporary escape from the relentless torment of my thoughts, the gnawing emptiness that had become my constant companion.Days had bled into weeks since I’d sent the letter to Agatha, a desperate, pathetic plea for forgiveness, for another chance, for a lifeline in the drowning sea of my despair.

Agatha POV:“Ms. De Rossi?”That deeper voice again, Detective Miller, like gravel rolling downhill. It cut through the office air, making Camille flinch beside me. I forced a smile, plastered and fake, and turned to face them.“Detectives,” I said, cool as I could manage, nodding towards the plush chairs. “Please, come in. Have a seat.”They didn’t move, just stood there, blocking the doorway, Detective Davies’s eyes flicking around my office like he expected Nathan to jump out of the potted plant.“We’re fine standing, Ms. De Rossi,” Miller said, his voice polite but firm. “Just a few questions, if you don’t mind.”Mind? My heart was doing a tango in my chest, but I kept my face smooth. “Of course. Anything to help find Nathan.” Lie. The word tasted like ash in my mouth, but it was necessary.“We understand you saw Mr. Richards rece

Agatha POV:"Agatha, the Q3 projections are finalized. Do you want the good news or the bad news first?"Sarah's voice, usually bright and chipper, was flat, strained. It was enough to make my already pounding headache even worse.I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the tension that had taken up permanent residence there. "Just give it to me straight, Sarah. No sugarcoating.""Right. Well, the good news is, we're still afloat," she said, her voice a little hesitant, like she was trying to find a silver lining in a very dark cloud. "The Campbell partnership staunched the bleeding, at least for now.""And the bad news?" I asked, my voice a weary sigh, already bracing myself for the next blow."The bad news is… everything else," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, as if the walls themselves had ears. "Profits are down, investor confidence is shaky, and the board… well, let's just say they're not thrilled with the current… situation.""The current situation being me, you mean," I

Agatha POV:"Explain it, Charles? Really?" My voice was ice, a stark contrast to the fire raging inside me. "I think these documents explain themselves pretty clearly, don't you?"I swept my hand across the desk, scattering the damning evidence – printouts of emails, contracts, financial transactions, all meticulously organized, all pointing to one undeniable truth: Charles Campbell, the man I'd trusted, the man I'd almost loved, had been systematically manipulating me, my company, my life.He stood there, frozen, his usual charming facade crumbling, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and… was that fear? Good. Let him be afraid."Agatha, I… I can

Charles POV:"Get me Thompson on the line. Now!"My voice, usually a smooth instrument of persuasion, was a ragged bark, echoing through the sterile emptiness of my office. I paced, the expensive Persian rug a blur beneath my feet, my hands clenched into fists, my mind a chaotic storm of anger, fear, and a desperate, gnawing need for control.Agatha. Her face, her voice, her rejection… It was a relentless loop playing in my head, a constant reminder of my failure, my… vulnerability.She knew. Somehow, she knew. About Xing, about the manipulations, about… everything.And she'd thrown me out. Dismissed me