All Chapters of EX-WIFE'S REVENGE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

TROYAislinn's eyes suddenly darted in my direction, and I quickly turned, quietly slipping out of the hall. I didn’t want to make any unnecessary contact.Back at my house, I found myself surrounded by reminders of her—photos, cards, small mementos—things I had once cherished, things I had gathered. They were relics of a life that no longer fit into my present.Without hesitation, I packed everything related to her and walked straight to the incinerator. I watched as the flames consumed each piece, reducing them to nothing but ash. The sight of it brought a strange kind of relief, as though I was burning away the parts of myself still tethered to the past.Although I had told Marianne I’d be away for forty-eight hours, I felt an urgency pulling me back much sooner. Being away from her didn’t sit right with me, and more than anything, I wanted to be by her side—to tell her that she was my world.I switched my phone back on, curious to see if she had responded to my message. As I scrol

TROYI arrived at Astrid's chateau, my heart pounding as I stared at the imposing black gate from my car. The sleek, iron bars gleamed under the faint light, standing between me and whatever truth lay inside. I reached for my gun, the cold metal grounding me as I tucked it into the back of my pants. The silence around me was unnerving, no sign of life in sight, and no CCTV to capture my every move. I hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath before vaulting over the gate, my mind racing with thoughts of Marianne.As I approached the house, the weight of uncertainty pressed down on me. My initial plan was to scale the house and slip into one of the rooms, hoping to find Marianne hidden somewhere within. But something told me to try the front door first—better to see what I was up against. My nerves tingled with anticipation as I knocked twice, my hand trembling slightly. A few seconds passed before a calm, feminine voice called from inside, telling me to wait.I stood there, feeli

MARIANNE "Wait!" I exclaimed just before Astrid and his cohorts pulled the trigger, my voice cutting through the tense air. Astrid smirked darkly. "Any last words?" he asked mockingly, his cold eyes studying me. "Of course, it's useless to make any requests. I can promise you that none of them would be fulfilled." I chuckled softly, and his brow furrowed in surprise. Then, without warning, I burst into laughter. Astrid scoffed, his annoyance barely concealed. "And what's so funny? The fact that you are about to die?" I smiled slowly. "No, I'm laughing at the fact that you all are live. Did you really think I came unprepared? I have cameras all over my body. Every word you've spoken and every move you've made has been recorded and is currently being streamed on the internet as we speak." Astrid’s smirk faltered slightly. "What are you talking about?" "Think of all the people watching right now," I continued smoothly, "especially your precious commissioner. Even if I die n

MARIANNE "What is this fool doing?" I muttered to myself, watching Tony rip the sheets off Sharon’s body, grab her by the hair, and declare she had to die. I scoffed. "Well, let's see who dies first." There was no fear for Sharon’s safety; she was a fourth-degree black belt, trained from childhood by her late father, who had been a master in the art. I’d dug into her background thoroughly before hiring her, and I knew she could handle herself if things turned violent. None of her clients had ever dared to treat her badly, and for good reason. Sending her to Tony’s house had come with no reservations. She was resourceful, strong, and more than capable of taking care of herself. If she decided to beat Tony to a pulp in order to save herself, I wouldn't have any complaints. I was already more than pleased with what she had accomplished so far. Watching her seduce Tony in the bathroom and seeing him fall for her tricks, I felt a pang of shame that a man like him had ever been my h

TROY Something suddenly felt off. The four men in front of me were far from the formidable threat I had anticipated. Two of them were in wheelchairs, frail and haggard, while the other two appeared unharmed, at least physically. Yet the expressions on their faces betrayed a different story—a mix of helplessness, fear, and a shadow of regret that didn't quite sit right with me. I kept my gun trained on them, as I struggled to piece together what exactly had happened. And then, Astrid's face twisted with rage, his voice a low, venomous growl as he spat, “Tell that monster you call a wife to run as fast as she can. Because the moment I catch her, I swear, I'll tear her apart.” A cold fury washed over me as I leveled my gaze at him, warning, “Threaten my wife one more time, and I will not hesitate to tear you apart. I dare you.” His words had stirred a flicker of hope within me—hope that Marianne had outwitted these men, whatever they’d planned for her. But there was still no clar