All Chapters of EX-WIFE'S REVENGE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SHARON As I watched my boss grasp Mr. Stanford's hand, pulling him away, a lump formed in my throat. It was only the second time I’d seen him, yet my heart wouldn't stop racing. I sighed, feeling an unfamiliar sadness. I’d never been one to care about love or attachment, so finding myself drawn to someone like this felt surreal. If only I could have a taste of him, just once. But he was forbidden. Not only that, he was one of the rare men who barely spared me a glance, his eyes always fixed on his wife. Still, I couldn’t completely let go of the hope. Maybe one day they would part ways. Maybe fate would give me a chance to make him mine, even if just for a fleeting moment. The sound of Britney retching jolted me from my thoughts. Turning, I saw her vomiting on the floor. Annoyed, I snapped, kicking her in the stomach, “You pig! Why are you messing the floor when you know you cannot clean it?" Leaving her behind, I headed to Tony’s room. After a thorough search, I found h

SHARONJust as Britney got close enough to strike, I swiftly kicked her hand, sending the knife clattering to the floor. She tried to punch me, but I sidestepped with ease, spinning around to deliver a powerful kick to her back. She stumbled forward, her body crashing down, and I watched with a smirk as she fell flat on her face, quite literally.As she groaned in pain, clutching her nose, I calmly crouched beside her, picking up the knife with a bemused expression. I shook my head, clicking my tongue in mock disappointment. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a fool you are, Britney.”Her glare was fierce, but I could see the panic flickering in her eyes. She was realizing how thoroughly she had underestimated me.“Did you really think I would be careless enough to leave a weapon within your reach if I didn’t have a plan of my own? After your first mistake, I’d hoped you would have learned. But then you made a second error by attacking me instead of running for the door. Not that you would have go

MARIANNE Troy and I had just enjoyed a lighthearted evening bowling, something I hadn’t done in years. Being with him brought out a playful side of me, a side I almost forgot existed. But as soon as Sharon called, her voice tight with urgency, telling me about Britney, my mood shifted. Without hesitation, I made a few calls and ensured her arrest. Though part of me wanted to witness her arrest firsthand, I was occupied with more important matters. Still, knowing the entire event was captured on CCTV and that I’d have access to watch it later gave me satisfaction. I planned to savor the moment from the comfort of my home, relishing the image of Britney in handcuffs. I could hardly wait for the changes the coming week would bring. Tony and Britney were finally about to face the consequences they deserved. The company funds that Tony had secretly siphoned into hidden accounts were back where they belonged, thanks to me. Sharon had drained his remaining assets, leaving him in the exa

MARIANNE "Shut the hell up," Troy yelled. He gripped Aislinn's hand, his jaw clenched as he began dragging her towards the door, ready to throw her out. She fought back, her pleas piercing through the air, "Stop, baby! Please, just listen!" "Enough! Enough!" I screamed, my voice breaking as it cut through their heated exchange. "Enough of this drama, Troy and Aislinn." Troy froze, his hand dropping from hers as he turned to face me, his eyes searching mine, pleading. "Listen, Cherie..." "Don’t call me that," I shot back, my voice colder than I’d intended. "This was a mistake from the very beginning." "No, Aislinn, listen—" "I am not Aislinn!" I yelled, the words ripped from me in a torrent of frustration and hurt. "My name is Marianne. There, that is Aislinn, that is your Aislinn, Troy." He looked taken aback, his face a mix of regret and confusion. "Listen to me," he said softly. "I understand what you're thinking right now, okay? But just calm down and listen to what

TROY As the days dragged on painfully, I remained rooted at Marianne's apartment, unwilling to leave, despite her absence. I kept hoping she would return, but day after day passed—one, two, three days, then four—and still, there was no sign of her. The empty silence grew louder with each passing moment, filling me with a gnawing emptiness. My mind was clouded with fear, frustration, and an ache that wouldn’t let me rest. I searched for her tirelessly, refusing to give up. I went to her company every morning, visited the police station, and scoured every place I thought she might be. I was haunted by her absence, by the need to see her, to know she was safe. And with each fruitless attempt, the weight of despair only grew heavier, crushing my resolve bit by bit. Still, there was no sign of her. My phone chimed occasionally, and each time, my heart would leap with a flicker of hope—only to realize it was another call or message from Aislinn, whose persistence grated on my last ner