All Chapters of EX-WIFE'S REVENGE: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Jonas gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove, his jaw clenched. He had listened to the full audio recording Alva had sent his mother, and his anger boiled over. With a frustrated growl, he snatched his phone and tossed it onto the back seat. “Liar,” he muttered under his breath, his voice filled with venom. “No matter what you say, Alva, I won’t fall for your manipulation again.” As he pulled into the driveway, he spotted his mother and Alva sitting together on the porch. His frustration flared, and he slammed the car door shut before storming toward them, his voice loud and accusatory. “Mom, don’t listen to her! She’s lying. I’ve heard everything she said. Don’t believe a word of it!” Alva shot up from her seat, standing on one foot, her eyes blazing with anger. “I haven’t lied about anything!” “Oh, really?” Jonas snapped, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Didn’t you claim you returned my debit card? Where is it then?” Alva crossed her arms, her posture defiant. “I

"Of course, you can stay with me as long as you need," Mariane said, her voice gentle and full of warmth. Jonas cleared his throat. "Mom," he said softly, "can you give us a moment? I need to talk to Alva alone." Mariane hesitated, her eyes darting between them. Then, with a small nod, she turned to Freya. "Come on, let’s give them some privacy." Freya nodded in agreement, and the two women walked off the patio, leaving Jonas and Alva alone. The tension between them was obvious, the air thick with unspoken words. Alva crossed her arms tightly over her chest. Her eyes were sharp and cold as they locked on him. "So?" she said flatly. "What do you want to say?" Jonas took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of his regret. "I’m sorry," he began, his voice low and hesitant. "I’m so, so sorry, Alva. If I’d known....if I had any idea that you weren’t in your right mind that night, I swear to you, I never would have touched you." Alva didn’t respond, her

"Alva!" Freya cried, her voice breaking as she watched Alva being carried away by her brother. Alva closed her eyes tightly, refusing to look back. She turned her face away, her silence cutting deeper than words. Behind her, Freya broke down, covering her face as tears streamed down her cheeks. The Lundes got into their car, and in moments, they were gone, leaving Freya sobbing quietly. Marianne turned to her, her tone cold but controlled. "You should go home, Freya," she said. "You betrayed your best friend, someone who trusted you with her life. You can’t be surprised by her actions now." Freya wiped her tears, her face full of regret. "I understand, ma’am. Thank you," she whispered before glancing at Jonas. His glare pierced through her, and she quickly looked away, walking off without another word. Jonas remained seated, his expression unreadable. Marianne sat across from him, studying his face. "You seem sad," she said gently. "But you should be happy for Alva. After ev

Alva was sleeping when she felt a hand lightly rubbing her ankle. Her eyes shot open, her heart racing for a moment before she recognized Nikolai sitting at the edge of her bed. Confusion flickered across her face as she tried to pull her leg away instinctively. But his grip was firm yet gentle. “Don’t move,” he said softly, concern etched into his features. “You’re going to hurt yourself. It must hurt a lot, doesn’t it?” She hesitated before nodding. “Yeah, it does,” she admitted quietly. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “That workaholic Vidar has gone back to the company. While we were shopping, he kept getting calls, said he had a quick meeting, and left. Thea later joined us. She and mom are still out there, spending every last dime, I think. I had to leave them and come back.” Alva blinked, still trying to process his presence. “Oh… okay. I was waiting for Grandpa, but he never came.” A sigh escaped Nikolai’s lips, and for a moment, his expression darkened. “Act

Karina walked in with Thea, their arms overloaded with shopping bags. Behind them, a small group of supermarket staff followed, carrying even more. Alva’s eyes widened, disbelief etched on her face as the sheer volume of bags kept piling into the room. When the last of the bags had been unloaded and the staff finally left, Alva could only gape at the mountain of items. Karina perched beside her on the bed, her expression soft and apologetic, though a warm smile lingered on her lips. "I might have gone a little overboard," Karina admitted sheepishly. "I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I just... got a bit of everything." Her smile faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of deep vulnerability. "When I found out I had a daughter, I made sure this room stayed exactly the way it was. This was your room when you were little." Her voice wavered, and Alva could see the emotion brimming in her eyes. "I’ve kept it this way all these years. Even your baby clothes are still here. I had the ro