All Chapters of EX-WIFE'S REVENGE: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Freya quickly made a phone call, and as she had promised, Alva was offered a job and asked to report for work the very next day. "I still can’t believe it—I actually got a job! Thank you so much, Freya," Alva said, her face lighting up with excitement. "You’re welcome," Freya replied, smiling. "And the good thing is, this place pays weekly, so you won’t have to wait too long to get your money." "That’s great, but it doesn’t matter much to me," Alva said. "I’m not planning to spend the money—I’ll save every bit of it." When Alva arrived at the supermarket, she was amazed at how luxurious it was. "Freya’s boyfriend must be incredibly wealthy," she thought. "If he can bring her to such a high-end place, he must have more money than I imagined." As she reported for her first day, Alva realized that a different manager was on seat and the latter stared at her with an air of disdain. Alva tried to brush off the unease she felt, smiling politely. She regretted not wearing one o

Meanwhile, from the moment she heard Alva's words, Freya kept calling back her number, but each time, the call went straight to voicemail. Panic clawed at her chest as she paced back and forth, clutching her phone. Her hands trembled, and regret filled her heart. She wished she hadn’t lied to Alva about having a rich boyfriend. If someone like that truly existed, maybe he could have helped her now. Desperation made her thoughts turn to Jonas. Her eyes widened as a glimmer of hope flickered in her mind. "Yes! No matter what kind of man he is, it’s his child. He wouldn’t let them kill his baby." Without wasting another second, Freya left the car dealership where she was about to acquire a new car for herself and hailed a cab to Jonas' company; Stanford Group. When she arrived at the sleek glass entrance, she hesitated, fiddling with her fingers nervously. "How am I supposed to convince the receptionist to let me see him?" She glanced around, unsure of her next move, when her ey

Jonas walked back into the room and sat down beside Alva's bed. She was awake now, her eyes narrowing the moment she saw him. “Listen to me, Jonas Stanford,” she said through gritted teeth, her voice low but full of venom. Jonas raised an eyebrow. “Why are you so angry? I saved your life.” “You may have saved me,” she replied, her tone sharp, “but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re a monster. I loathe you.” He chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. “Your act would be more convincing if you hated my money too.” Her brows furrowed. “What?” Before she could say more, Freya, who had been pacing nervously in the corner, stopped in her tracks and coughed. Guilt flashed across her face. Without a word, she turned toward the door, intending to slip away unnoticed. Alva shifted, attempting to sit up, but Jonas stood abruptly and leaned over, scooping her up into his arms. “What do you think you’re doing?” she yelled, struggling against him. “Put me down, right now!”

Alva ate her dinner quietly, her mind swirling with a storm of thoughts. "I have to get out of here," she thought, gripping her fork tightly. "But how? How can I leave without a phone or any way to contact someone for help? Freya hasn’t brought my phone yet. What’s taking her so long? Did she not find it, or is something else going on?" The frustration and helplessness simmered within her as she stared blankly at her half-eaten meal. Meanwhile, at the bar, Jonas was trying to figure out if Alva was the one who had used his card to buy a car. He called his maid, Bree, who had just entered Alva’s room to check if Alva was home. When her phone rang, Bree quickly answered, "Mr. Stanford, is everything okay?" "Yes," Jonas replied curtly. "Is Alva in her room?" Bree glanced at Alva, who was sitting stiffly on the bed, and replied, "Yes, she’s here." Alva raised her eyebrows, silently asking Bree what the call was about, but Bree ignored her. "You know what," Jonas said sharp

Marianne sat quietly, her eyes fixed on Alva. Her expression gave nothing away, but there was a weight to her silence. After a moment, she reached for her phone. Without a word, she turned on the recording and spoke softly, her tone kind but probing. “Go ahead, dear. Tell me how you and Jonas met and everything else that happened.” Alva hesitated, her hands fidgeting in her lap. “Okay, ma’am,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. Meanwhile, Karina and Mr. Lunde watched with growing discomfort as Tiril launched into a vicious rant about Alva. Her words were sharp and cruel, laced with an anger that felt almost personal. Karina leaned closer to her father-in-law and murmured, “Can you believe this? We don’t even know her, and yet she’s spewing all this hatred about her own daughter. Even if Alva is adopted—or even if she’s done something wrong—what kind of mother tears her child apart like this?” Tiril stepped out of the room to take a phone call, giving Karina