Todos os capítulos de EX-WIFE'S REVENGE: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

TROY"Such a good liar," I thought to myself, impressed by how quickly Aislinn adapted to every situation she encountered.The commissioner studied us for a while, disappointment clear on his face. After a few moments of silence, he finally relented. “Fine. Your support system can stay, but I don’t want any unnecessary interruptions.”I was tempted to smile. If he knew who I really was, he’d be more careful with his words. But I had already decided to stay under the radar until Marianne’s revenge was complete.So, I forced a smile. “Thank you, sir.”The man extended his hand toward Marianne, who took it with a firm grip before sitting down. She positioned herself directly across from him, a table separating them, while I sat at a different table. From where I was, I had a clear view of his face and could hear every word they exchanged.“I’m very glad to finally meet you in person,” she said smoothly.He nodded. “That means you know quite a lot about me.”She chuckled, her eyes gleamin

MARIANNE Troy's car pulled up in front of Ray Industries. From across the passenger seat, I gave him a small smile before glancing back. The two police vans that had escorted us stopped behind our car. Twelve armed officers emerged, standing ready and waiting for my command. I smiled in satisfaction. Inspector Astrid, the officer assigned to me by the commissioner, had proven to be highly efficient. I had only spoken with him this morning, explaining what I needed, and he acted swiftly, providing the officers and assuring me he would be available whenever I required. Troy and I walked into the building with our heads held high, the twelve officers trailing behind. Our presence caused an immediate stir. Employees stared at us in silence, their faces pale with unease, while the security guards stood aside, respectful of the armed officers’ authority. I ignored them all. These faces were familiar, but they meant nothing to me now. I had one target: the chairman’s office—the off

MARIANNE "What?" Tony charged toward me, his eyes shooting daggers. "How dare you? Who the hell do you think you are?" Before he could reach me, the officers stepped in, restraining him. He was quickly cuffed, his anger powerless against them. I chuckled at the priceless look on his face. "Don’t be too upset, Frank. What other fate would a thief deserve?" Scanning the room, I gauged the reactions of everyone. When my eyes landed on Mildred, I raised my brows in realization. Her eyes were shimmering with unshed tears, her gaze locked on Tony, who was pinned to the ground by the police. Her fists were clenched so tightly I could almost feel the tension from across the room. She would’ve killed the officers holding him down if she had the chance. Of course. Mildred was in love with Tony. Everything suddenly made sense. She must have been having an affair with him while I was still married. No wonder she betrayed me so easily, without a shred of guilt. Did Britney know abou

MARIANNE A sharp yelp escaped Paula's mother's lips, and the knife in her hand clattered to the ground as she staggered backward, collapsing onto the floor. I gulped, realizing Troy had thrown his phone at her, striking her by the side of her head. Unfortunately, his phone hadn’t fared any better. It landed with a crash, the screen shattering, while Troy stepped forward and swiftly picked up the knife. Paula’s mother remained on the floor, sobbing in pain and hurling insults at me as the police rushed into the house, alerted by the commotion. "Mrs. Stanford, are you okay?" the sergeant asked, entering with another officer. I shook my head. "No. This woman tried to kill me. If my husband hadn’t intervened when he did, I would be dead." "Will you be pressing charges?" the sergeant asked, his tone steady. "Absolutely," I replied firmly. "Arrest her for attempted murder." After Paula’s mother was handcuffed and taken away, Troy turned to me. "We should head to the hospit

MARIANNE Troy and I walked into the club, hand in hand. The moment we stepped inside, the vibrant energy of the place hit me like a wave. The music throbbed through the walls, reverberating in my chest, while neon lights flickered in time with the beat, casting wild shadows across the crowd. I glanced down at my outfit and quickly realized I was overdressed. My elegance felt out of place among the club goers in their casual, carefree attire, and I attracted more attention than I intended. A few heads turned my way, eyes lingering too long, making me shift uncomfortably. I had never liked being the center of attention when I didn’t control the narrative. Nevertheless, I made my way to the bar, leaning casually against the counter as Troy disappeared into the crowd, no doubt scanning for possible threats or hazards. I admired his carefulness, even though I sometimes found it overbearing. He was always on guard, protecting me in ways I didn’t think I needed. "Can I buy you a