All Chapters of EX-WIFE'S REVENGE: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Freya sat nervously in the corner of the small eatery. Her hands were clenched tightly in her lap. The place was warm and simple, with soft chatter and the clinking of plates filling the room. Across from her, Jonas leaned back in his chair, watching her closely. His gaze was sharp but didn’t feel mean. “Relax, Freya,” Jonas said, a small smile on his face. “You look like I called you here to yell at you.” Freya shifted in her seat, trying to smile back. “It’s not that… I just don’t know why you wanted to meet.” “Let’s start with dinner,” he said, pointing at the menu in front of them. Freya shook her head quickly. “I already ate. I’m not hungry.” Jonas raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. He set the menu aside and leaned forward, his face turning serious. “Alright, let’s get to the point. Freya, I was angry with you before. Because of what you did, I kept misunderstanding Alva, and things between us got bad.” Freya’s stomach twisted with guilt. She opened her mouth to apol

Alva stepped back abruptly, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at Jonas, unable to believe her eyes. The world around her seemed to blur, and all she could focus on was him, standing there with that familiar look in his eyes....an expression she had tried to forget but couldn’t. "Jonas..." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heartbeat. Jonas gave her a small, apologetic smile. "Yes, it's me." His voice was warm, yet there was a hint of hesitation. "I’m sorry you haven't heard from me in a while. I thought you needed time to adjust to everything in your new environment. And, honestly, it’s been difficult not talking to you." She blinked, struggling to process his words. "So you followed me all the way here?" Her tone was accusatory, but the fluttering in her chest betrayed her annoyance. Jonas chuckled softly, the sound rich and soothing. "No, not exactly. If I’d known you were in Denmark, I would have been more prepared. This is a surp

Vidar emerged from the bar, the weight of his meeting still lingering in his steps. He went towards the hotel's entrance, his thoughts drifting to the quiet solace of his room. Yet, just as the idea of retreating crossed his mind, he remembered Alva. "She's still in the garden with Jonas," he thought. He hesitated. "Should I give them some privacy?" The idea was tempting, he trusted Alva, and he didn’t want to intrude on her moment. But another part of him insisted, "No, I should check on them just once to see if Alva is okay." Vidar sighed, running a hand through his hair. Alva was too young to be in such a relationship.....in his opinion. Yet, here she was......head over heels for Jonas and carrying his child. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but Vidar had made peace with it. Alva’s happiness was what mattered most, and if Jonas made her happy, then Vidar wasn’t going to stand in the way. Still, his protective instincts urged him to take a quick look. 'Checking on her just on

Jonas pulled away from Alva for a brief moment as he tried to catch his breath.Afterward, they stared at each other and smiled."I think Vidar will be pissed if he finds me here," Jonas told Alva.She nodded, "I did think of that. I better get his permission then."Before Jonas could stop Alva, she opened the door of her room and went out while saying, "Please wait for me, Jonas." She began going down to look for Vidar when she saw him coming up.Jonas sat down and sighed. He was seeing a different side of Alva, one he loved. But he felt the timing was not right. In the end, he was willing to do anything as long as Alva was happy, so he waited for her.Vidar smiled when he saw Alva."You seem happier than you did earlier," he noted. "I take it your conversation with Jonas went well?"Alva smiled, feeling a little embarrassed, "Actually, I want to ask for a favor."Vidar put his arm around her neck and began leading her back to her room. "You know you can always ask me for anything."

Jonas couldn't believe his ears. Alva truly, deeply loved him. "Are you sure, Alva?" he asked again. "You’re really sure?" Alva smiled softly, her fingers tracing his jawline. "Yes, Jonas. I’ve never been surer about anything in my life." Her words sank in, filling every corner of his heart with joy. He wrapped her in a tight embrace, their laughter mixing with the sound of their steady breathing. They had already crossed the line of intimacy, but hearing her confession made everything feel even more magical. Later, they found themselves in her bathroom, sharing a shower. The warmth of the water cascading over them mirrored the closeness they now shared. Jonas tenderly washed her hair while she playfully splashed him, their laughter echoing in the small space. It felt as if nothing else in the world mattered. When they returned to her bed, their hearts opened up in a way they hadn't before. They talked about everything....their fears, their dreams, and the love they had just