All Chapters of Ex-wife Returns : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

As soon as Carina left, the tension in the Westwood household remained palpable. Her father, Mr. Westwood, turned to Nelly, his face a mixture of concern and anger."What did you do, Nelly?" he demanded, his voice stern.Nelly avoided his gaze, her lips pressed into a thin line. Instead of replying, she grabbed her keys and stormed out of the house, leaving her parents bewildered.Driving furiously, Nelly made her way to Maria’s house. Her mind raced with thoughts of how to manage the fallout from Carina’s visit. By the time she arrived, her anger had reached a boiling point. She burst into Maria’s house without knocking, finding her former accomplice seated at the dining table."What did you tell Carina?" Nelly shouted, grabbing Maria by the collar and shaking her violently.Maria’s eyes widened in genuine fear, but she quickly masked it with a feigned look of confusion. "I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nelly," she stammered.Nelly’s grip tightened. "Don’t play dumb with me.

I had been dreading this meeting with Martin's father, but I knew it was inevitable. He had been pressuring me for weeks, and I couldn’t put it off any longer. As I drove up the long, winding driveway to the grand estate, my heart pounded in my chest. Memories of happier times flooded back, mingling with the current reality of a broken engagement and complicated emotions.When I arrived, Martin's father greeted me warmly at the door. “Carina, thank you for coming,” he said, his voice kind yet firm. “Please, come in.”I followed him into the spacious living room, noting the familiar surroundings. The room was filled with photographs of Martin and his family, a testament to the life we once envisioned together.“Would you like some tea?” he offered, gesturing to the ornate teapot on the table.“No, thank you,” I replied, settling into an armchair. “I’m here to discuss Martin.”He nodded, taking a seat opposite me. “Martin told me that you want to stop the marriage preparations,” he bega

I was immersed in the final preparations for the gala party, the buzz of activity in my office a constant reminder of how important this event was. My mind was spinning with details—guest lists, seating arrangements, last-minute changes to the menu—when my PR team walked in, their faces a mix of concern and urgency."Carina, have you seen the news?" Amy, the head of my PR team, asked.I looked up, slightly irritated by the interruption. "I'm busy, Amy. What's going on?"Amy placed a tablet in front of me, her expression serious. "You need to see this."I took the tablet, and the video started playing. It showed Martins and Luke in a heated argument at a club, which quickly escalated into a physical fight. The camera caught every punch, every angry word, and every moment of chaos. My heart sank as I watched."What happened?" I whispered, more to myself than to anyone else."That's not all," Amy continued, her voice grave. "The news is spreading that they were fighting because of you.

Madam Katie was lounging in the sunroom of her vacation house, enjoying the serenity that came with being away from the hustle and bustle of city life. The gentle hum of nature was soothing, and she let herself relax, sinking deeper into her chair. The chirping of birds, the rustle of leaves in the breeze, and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore created a perfect symphony of peace.Her phone buzzed, breaking the quietness of her room. Hey She reached for it, squinting at the screen. It was a message from Sarah, Richard's mother, the woman who had taken Carina in after the accident. This was unexpected."Hello, Katie. I hope you're well. I need to speak with you urgently. Please call me when you can."Katie sat up, her heart beating a little faster. She quickly dialed Sarah's number, and the call was answered almost immediately."Hello, Sarah. It's Katie," she said, her voice calm despite the growing unease."Katie, it's good to hear your voice," Sarah replied warmly.

The Investigator's MissionCarlos Mendoza began his search for Miguel with the determination and skill that had made him one of the best private investigators in Mexico. The sketch provided by Martin and Carina was his starting point. He circulated it among his contacts, visited the seediest parts of town, and asked questions, careful not to draw too much attention to himself.It didn't take long for Carlos to find a lead. Miguel had become the leader of a local gang, a fact that complicated the mission significantly. Carlos knew he couldn't simply approach Miguel; he had to get close to him, gain his trust.Carlos decided the best way to do that was to infiltrate the gang. He posed as a small-time criminal looking to join up, proving his worth through a series of petty crimes that earned him a place in Miguel's circle. Over the next few weeks, Carlos ingratiated himself with the gang, all the while gathering as much information as he could about Miguel.One night, Carlos saw his oppo