All Chapters of Revenge on My Ex-husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I stood still at the entrance of the hotel. My heart was racing as I followed Brandon to the hotel.I'd suspected he had an affair but I wanted to be wrong. I was hoping and wishing it wasn't true but there's only one way for me to find out and come to terms with my reality.Brandon and I have been together for a year and a half and I’ve always tried my best to put his interests before mine. As long as he was happy I was happy as well.My father always had his doubts about him, My dad always wanted me to be careful and not to make him influence my life.After college, Brandon had proposed and I was so excited to get married to him. My dad has always had my best interests at heart, He made sure to always ask if that's what I wanted and if I was under pressure of any kind.I took a deep breath and I entered the hotel and walked over to the attendant at the reception.“Ple…please can you tell me if a man named Brandon Coslin is-” With a shaky voice I tried to get the information I needed

CHARLOTTE POVI looked at the papers with complete disbelief, My stomach churned with sadness.“You fucking cunt, Divorce papers?!! What did I ever do to you?” My hands shook as tears streamed down my eyes. This was the first time I was yelling at him. A frown creased his forehead.“Watch your tongue” Brandon warned as a smile tugged at his lips.“Are you enjoying this?” I asked as I looked at him with great sadness.“Pretty much” Brandon replied with a chuckle.“Why do you hate me so much?” I groaned in frustration hoping he would see the great deal of pain he was causing me.“Don't try to act smart now, Sign this and leave” Brandon had no love or compassion for me in his eyes, I could only see anger and disgust. I wondered what changed, How my world crumbled at my feet because of the people I love most. I questioned if this was how he had felt for me all these years and how he hid it so well.“I did all I could for you, I even did more than you asked, all for what?” I cringed at the

THE NEXT DAY. I waited ever so eagerly for her call, I didn't know when she would call me but I was hopeful she would, regardless of the mess going in in her life. My phone rang and I hurried to answer it, not even bothering to check the caller. All I could hear for some moments was muffled cries. I glanced at the screen of my phone, alarmed. “Charlotte?" “Jameson?" She cleared her throat. “Uhh, hi. Are you um, are you busy?" She cleared her throat again. Even if I was supposed to be, the sound of her voice cancelled it. “No. Is everything all right?" “Can we meet up?" She says. I could almost feel her effort to sound stronger. “Of course. I'll pick you up". “No no. I'll meet you". She rattled off a location, sounding sure of herself now. “Alright then. Ten minutes." “Ten minutes" she said, and ended the call. **Fifteen minutes later I was staring at her red and bulging eyes across a table in a restaurant. “Did he hurt you again?" She gave me a guarded look and

BANDON'S POV I loved the feeling that came over me whenever I walked into my company. I felt like a god, looking at all my accomplishments and hard work. Ever since I was in high school I always wanted to be a big CEO in control. And with the right engagements, connections and a lot of hard and dirty work, I now had it. And I planned to keep it. “Good morning, Mr Coslin" my secretary stood. She wore an orange wrap dress with tiny straps and the orange lipstick she wore made her sultry smile more alluring. I rapped my fingers against her table in greeting and went into my office. I headed straight for my seat. I had a big meeting to prepare for; new Chinese clients were coming around and I had to make a good impression. I picked a pen from the table and twirled it absently, reclining in my chair. I still worried about Mr Schnapp. What could I do about him? He had a notorious temper, and most of my clients deferred to him. I tossed the pen back to the table, I'd deal wit

I paced the hallway of the outside the emergency ward, the tip of my forefinger in my mouth. I didn't know how I did not notice that something was wrong, that my dad was sick or something. He never told me, not even once. To be fair, even I hadn't contacted him the entire time I was married. Jameson watched me pace from where he was seated, worry in his eyes. “Charlotte", he eventually said. “Sit down". I have him a disbelieving look. “You haven't had a good sleep for almost two days". It was a lot more than that. “Do you want to be rushed into the emergency ward too?" I rolled my eyes and kept walking. “Is he okay?" I spun around. What was Tatiana doing here? Her eyes were wide with fear, and she looked like she'd run her hands through her hair multiple times. I did not feel pity for her, it was most likely because of her antics dad was in there. I wanted to ask her why she was there, but dad was her dad too. “How did you know?" I asked instead.