All Chapters of EX-WIFE'S REVENGE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MARIANNE "Why do I feel so uncomfortable?" I asked myself. Sitting on the bed, I looked around the room and found it strange. Even though I had lost my memory, I had thought the room would feel familiar but it didn't. But what troubled me was the nagging feeling that I had forgotten something extremely important. I wished I could just remember that one thing. Minutes after Troy left, I decided to take a shower. I was able to stand after sitting for a while and saw all the stuff I believed was mine, in the closet. I freshened up quickly and changed into a casual pink dress I found in the wardrobe. It turned out to be too tight for me, proving that I had indeed gained a lot of weight. I had to start working out to keep my weight in check. I wore back the dress Troy had given me at the hospital and laid on the bed. I tried so much to jog my memory but nothing came back to me, not even a flash. I could not wait to remember everything and leave Troy's family home as it was obvious

TROY"My Aislinn, I'm sorry that I was too busy and neglected you. If I had loved you as you deserved, I would have known about everything wrong my family did to you." I regretted everything and wished I could turn back the hands of time. Inside my bathroom, as I closed my eyes, I let the water from the shower, drain off the anger I felt. The thought that my Aislinn may have been assaulted by Daniel when she was alive, made me extremely upset. But I knew I had to control my anger, she wouldn't want me to become a murderer for her sake. The Aislinn in my bedroom was just like my late Aislinn. She was unique and special, and I had to find a way to keep my distance from her to avoid regrets later. I had only just met her, and despite knowing she wasn't the real deal, once she stood in front of me, I got all mushy and muddle-headed. The desire to hold her close, caress her, and kiss all her fears away was growing more than I wanted to admit. I was still lost in thought when t

TROY I had just gotten off the phone when I heard a scream. It wasn’t Aislinn’s voice, but I knew it had something to do with her. My family was causing trouble again. I ran inside, and Chelsea, who had just walked out, turned and rushed back in as well. What I saw wasn’t what I expected, but at first, I was relieved. Aislinn stood at the top of the stairs, unharmed. I could breathe again, for just a second. But then I saw her face. Something wasn’t right. She looked lost, confused, like she was in some kind of pain that had nothing to do with her body. I waited, thinking she would come down the stairs on her own, but she didn’t move. Then my mom’s scream broke through the silence. Sydney was bleeding. She was losing the baby. I scoffed. This was typical Sydney. Desperate, manipulative. Girls like her would do anything to get what they wanted, even sacrifice the innocent. There was no maternal love in her—just selfish greed. I glanced away from Aislinn for only a second

MARIANNEAs I walked out of the hospital, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had left something behind—something crucial. It was an odd sensation, like a tiny voice whispering in my ear, urging me to stop, but I couldn’t quite grasp why. Still, I kept moving forward, determined not to let the nagging feeling pull me back. Once outside, I paused. The cool air greeted me as I looked right, then left. A wave of confusion washed over me—I was lost. I had been to Oslo a few times for business, but the streets felt like a maze. I knew some landmarks but had no idea which road led where. I stood there, frozen, weighing my options, before finally trusting my gut. I turned left and began walking, hoping it would lead me somewhere familiar. It was exhausting. With every step, frustration built inside me. My legs grew heavy, and the unfamiliar streets stretched on endlessly. After what felt like hours, I started to question whether I was even moving in the right direction. But with no money

MARIANNE I approached the door, and typed in the passcode, my fingers moving quickly, more out of habit than anything else. "Invalid passcode!" The words flashed brightly on the screen, and a cold wave of realization washed over me. Tony had changed the passcode. I wasn’t surprised though. He was the only other person who knew how to alter the code, and this confirmed everything. He was living here, in 'my' house, with 'her'. Taking a steadying breath, I reset the passcode. Since the system was still tied to my fingerprint, that was something Tony couldn’t change without me. The door unlocked with a soft click. I cracked it open just enough to peek inside. The living room was eerily silent, empty. But the stillness was misleading. The CCTV camera was positioned perfectly to capture my entrance—just as I had designed it when I lived here. I cursed under my breath, regretting the meticulousness I once prided myself on. The camera was a problem, but so were the changes. The li