All Chapters of Ex-Wife Sweet Revenge: She Strikes Back!: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Ava rushed into the bathroom of the penthouse, feeling a wave of nausea wash over her. She had been feeling pale and tired recently, with added appetite and a constant sense of queasiness that she couldn't shake. She didn't know why, but it seemed to be getting worse by the day.She cleaned her lips with a trembling hand, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes looked sunken, her skin pale and clammy. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but her heart was racing and her mind was spinning."Finally, everything is over," she whispered to herself, trying to convince herself that she could finally rest. "I got what’s rightfully mine back, Amelia handled, Jackson away and Lisa is gone, and I can finally move on with my life."But her peace was short-lived, as her phone beeped again, breaking the silence. She frowned, wondering who it could be. She didn't want to talk to anyone and didn't want to deal with anyone's drama or problems. She just wanted to be alone, to

Ava walked down the corridor of the penthouse, her shoe clicking on the marble floor with a sense of determination. She was meeting Jackson, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over her. As she approached the elevator, it pinged, and the doors slid open with a soft whoosh. Jackson stood inside, his eyes raised and meeting hers. His blue eyes stared into hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. For a moment, Ava's breath caught in her throat, and she felt a flutter in her chest. She remembered the way he used to make her feel, the way he used to look at her with adoration. But then she remembered why she was here, and her expression hardened. "I thought you weren't going to come see me," Jackson said, stepping out of the elevator with a confident stride. Ava raised an eyebrow, her voice icy. "What do you want, Jackson? Our business is over. You should be grateful I'm not suing you or doing anything to hurt you." Jackson shrugged, crossing his

Ava and Luke sat in the hospital waiting room, their eyes fixed on the doors leading to the operating room. They had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, their minds racing with worst-case scenarios.Finally, the doctor emerged, his face somber. "Are you the deceased relative?”“Yes, yes,” Ava replied almost immediately and paused. “Deceased?” “I'm so sorry," he began, his voice gentle but firm. "We did everything we could, but Lisa didn't make it."Ava's world came crashing down around her. She felt like she had been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her. "Uh?” She stuttered. “What do you mean?" she whispered, her voice shaking."The hit on her head created a serious cloth to her brain and from the side of the hit, there was no immediate remedy depending on the time she was brought in. Sorry, but we did all we could, but couldn’t save her." the doctor explained. "There wasn't much bleeding afterward, but...she just gave up."“This is nonsense, all a dream.”Luke w

Ava sat on the floor, her back resting on the queen-size mattress, her shirt, and black undies a stark contrast to the darkness that consumed her. She gazed out the window, the moon's gentle light casting an ethereal glow on her skin. Her eyes, weak and watery from crying, seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words. The tears had long since dried, but the pain remained, a constant ache that refused to subside.As she stared into the night sky, her hands rose to her hair, her fingers tangling in the tangled locks. She felt lost, alone, and adrift in a world that seemed determined to crush her. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional hoot of an owl or the distant hum of a car.And then, a whisper seemed to caress her ear, the voice like a cold breeze on a winter's night. "Why don’t you just kill yourself? Kill yourself, Ava. Your father is gone, your mother might die soon, and your best friend is dead. What's the point of living?" The words hung in the air, a malign

Ava's gaze lingered on Luke's eyes, the intensity of the moment drawing her in. Luke's face descended, his lips claiming hers in a tender, yet passionate kiss. Her lips almost falling away from hers, he put it tenderly and caressed it up. Ava's senses were overwhelmed by the taste of alcohol on his tongue, and she withdrew, her eyes narrowing slightly."Have you been drinking?" she asked, her voice husky.Luke nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. Ava's face broke into a sly smile as she pulled him in by the collar, catching him off guard. Their lips intertwined once more, the kiss deepening.Ava turned her head, Luke's hands digging into the back of her hair as he raised her in his arm, setting her bottom on the kitchen cabinet. The kiss continued, Luke's lips tracing a path down her nape, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned. Finally, Ava released his lips, her chest heaving. "I want to tell you something," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Luke's lips were hungry