All Chapters of The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I startled at the voice behind me, quickly turning to see Charles Campbell. He looked neat and composed, despite the day's events."Mr. Campbell, you scared me half to death!" I clutched my chest, momentarily mistaking him for... well, never mind.He smiled  "Oops, didn't mean to play peek-a-boo!  Just wanted to give my best wishes before heading off.""Thank you, I'm glad it all came together in the end." I sighed, tiredness suddenly catching up to me. Charles viewed me thoughtfully. "You work far too hard, Miss De Rossi. You must allow yourself to relax and recover on occasion as well."I opened my mouth to protest but he held up a hand to stop me. "Which is why I insist you join me for a celebration drink. One drink and then I'll let you be on your way, I promise."Exhausted from the day's chaos, I couldn't help but be intrigued by the man who'd repeatedly helped me out of jams. Charles Campbell, a name etched surpri

I stormed out of the restaurant, heart pounding. How dare Nathan warn me about Charles while flirting with his fiancee? And the nerve of him digging up old memories! Did he think I'd forgotten his betrayal? No way was I letting him back in. He'd burned that bridge.But on the taxi ride home, doubts emerged. What if Nathan was partially right? I recalled glimpses of darkness in Charles, moments when his charm faltered. Could he be violent and manipulative? A shiver ran down my spine despite the warm taxi air.By the time I reached home, my head throbbed with confusion. I'd tried to hurt Nathan by getting close to Charles, but the situation was a tangled mess. Truth and lies were blurred. Sleep was impossible. My mind replayed every tense conversation with Nathan and Charles, searching for the truth beneath their words. The next few days were a blur of work, as I ignored calls from both men. I needed space to think clearly. Then, one afternoon, rushing back from a meeting, I bumped int

I finally realized that trying to play nice with Nathan wasn't working. He only wanted to be difficult and make things messy. If he wanted to drag things out and scare me, then I wouldn't be nice anymore. It was time to fight back.I remembered something from a few years ago, a rainy spring night. I was cleaning the living room in Richards's mansion. I hated that room, with all the gold decorations and giant paintings of his ancestors staring down at me like they were judging me. While I was dusting some awful statues, I accidentally heard Nathan and his father arguing in the office next door. They were talking loud, and I could hear everything they said."This is ridiculous, Dad!" Nathan was yelling. "I won't let you make secret deals with those criminals!""Watch your tone, son," his father, Nathan Sr. said angrily. "It's just a deal, nothing more. I'm not actually selling them weapons tecnology."I stopped dusting right away. Weapons? What was he talking about?"Don't pretend you d

Agatha POV:Charles and I were seated in our usual quiet corner at the restaurant, away from other people. The light from the fancy chandelier cast dancing shadows on his face as he smiled at me across the table."You look beautiful tonight, Agatha," he said softly. He picked up my hand and kissed the back of it gently. "That green dress looks amazing on you." I felt a tingle when he touched me, and I noticed our knees were almost touching under the table. "You too, Mr. Campbell," I said, trying not to sound too eager. I ran my finger around the edge of my wine glass. "Actually, some ladies were staring at you quite a lot when we walked in."He raised one eyebrow playfully. "Oh really? Are you jealous already? We just got the appetizers." He lightly touched the inside of my wrist with his thumb and lowered his voice. "I hope you know you have all my attention tonight."My heart beat faster as he touched me. I gently pulled my hand away and took a sip of wine to hide my blush. "Spea

Finally, we arrived at the police station. It was a big, old building and looked scary. I kept my head up high and ignored the questions the reporters were shouting at me. Inside, they put handcuffs on me and walked me through long hallways. I was scared, but I tried not to show it. Was this all Nathan's fault? Did he try to get me in trouble too? I knew the police couldn't have real evidence against me.They put me in a small, bright room with a mirror on the ceiling. I tried to act relaxed, but I was actually very nervous. I kept hoping Lena would get there soon. Hours passed and different police officers kept asking me questions about things I didn't know anything about. I started to feel like I might cry, but I tried to be strong.Just when I was feeling really scared, the door opened. "Aggie! Thank goodness I found you!" It was Camille DuBois, my ex-husband Nathan's new girlfriend. She was holding a bunch of shopping bags and looked very pregnant. Camille dropped her shopping b