All Chapters of Ex-Wife Sweet Revenge: She Strikes Back!: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

As Amelia was being escorted back to her prison cell, she suddenly started screaming at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing off the cold, grey walls. "I'm a queen! I'm a goddess! You can't keep me locked up!" she shouted, her eyes wild and unfocused, her face contorted in a mixture of rage and madness. Such a drama queen she was. The female warden, trying to maintain control, told her to stop acting crazy, but Amelia just kept saying nonsensical words, her voice rising to a fever pitch. "Purple monkeys are dancing on the moon! The sky is made of cheese! I can fly, I can fly!"The warden tried to grab Amelia's arms, but she struggled free, her strength surprising given her slender frame. She pulled out a small pocket knife she had hidden on her person and began to slash at her hand, cutting deep gashes into her skin. Blood flowed freely, but Amelia didn't seem to notice, too caught up in her delusional world and pretense.Other wardens rushed to detain Amelia, trying to subdue he

Two police officers stood guard at the front of Amelia's ward, their eyes scanning the hallway with a mixture of boredom and vigilance. They were there to ensure that Amelia didn't escape or cause any more trouble.Ava walked into the ward, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor. The inside was silent, the only sound was the soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Amelia lay in her bed, restricted by chains that bound her wrists and ankles. She appeared to be sleeping, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths.But Ava knew better. She could see the faintest hint of a smile playing on Amelia's lips, a smile that said she was pretending, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.Ava's lips curled into a smile, a cold, calculating smile that revealed her true intentions. She knew that Amelia was not sleeping, that she was just biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment to escape.Ava's eyes locked onto Amelia's face, her gaze piercing and intens

Ava walked into the apartment, exhausted from the day's events. She saw Luke sitting at the dinner table, his eyes fixed on his PC screen. As she approached, he looked up and asked, "How's your day going?"Ava sighed, her hands on her hips. "As always, bad. And it seems Amelia is planning on escaping."“That we shouldn’t be worrying about,” Luke's expression turned serious. "So, don’t worry, you won't let her escape."Ava's smile was cold. "No, I won't. And even if she leaves prison, it would be so difficult for her."Luke's eyes softened. "Enough of that. Come sit on my lap."Ava paused, her hands still on her hips. But Luke's warm smile drew her in. He pulled his chair back, stretching his hands out to her. "Come here."Ava's resistance crumbled, and she let Luke drag her onto his lap. She settled into the warmth of his body, feeling a sense of comfort and security she rarely experienced.Luke wrapped his arms around her, his hands stroking her hair. "You're doing great, Ava. You're

The ride to Jackson's father's mansion was a long and arduous one, the tension building in Jackson's stomach like a twisted knot of fear. He couldn't bear the thought of being around his father, a man notorious for his ruthlessness and cunning. The mere presence of him made Jackson's skin crawl.As they approached the entrance gate of the mansion, Jackson's anxiety spiked. The gate was a grand, wrought-iron monstrosity, adorned with gold filigree and towering above the surrounding landscape like a sentinel. It was an expensive, ostentatious display of wealth, a testament to his father's excesses.The limousine glided smoothly through the gate and up the winding driveway, finally coming to a stop in front of the mansion's imposing facade. Jackson's heart sank as he gazed up at the sprawling structure, its walls seeming to loom over him like a physical manifestation of his father's oppressive presence.As he stepped out of the limousine, the first person to greet him was his Aunt Gloria

Mr. Timberlake sat in silence for a while, pondering the weight of Jackson's words. Could it be true? Could Amelia have been deceiving him all along? Could John not be his son? He shook his head, trying to clear the doubts that had begun to creep into his mind. No, he couldn't let Jackson's accusations get to him. He needed to see Amelia, to hear her side of the story. He needed to know the truth. He picked up his phone and dialed a number, his mind racing with possibilities. "Get the car ready, I'm heading to the hospital to see Amelia," he barked into the receiver. "Yes, sir," his driver replied, his voice crisp and efficient. As he stood to leave, his sister Gloria stepped into his path, her eyes filled with concern. "Where are you going, brother?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle. Mr. Timberlake's expression turned cold, his jaw clenched in determination. "That's none of your business, Gloria. Just stay where you are and don't interfere with my business," he growled, hi