All Chapters of The CEO's Ex-Wife Gets Revenge: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Flora’s head throbbed with a dull, insistent pain as she entered the sleek, glass-fronted building of Defendwise Ventures. The morning was bright, too bright, and even through her sunglasses, the sunlight felt like tiny daggers piercing her skull. Olivia’s hangover soup had helped, but only just enough to get her on her feet. Her temples throbbed with every step she took, and she cursed herself for drinking so early in the day, for letting her emotions and the chaos of her family life drive her to such impulsiveness. She cursed herself for drinking at all, really. What had she been thinking? That a few shots would erase the mess of emotions and tangled memories that had surfaced after seeing Damien? That she could drink away the pressure of stepping into her father’s shoes? It was a foolish thought, and one she regretted dearly now. As she approached the entrance of the building, she straightened her posture, taking a deep breath, determined not to let her discomfort show

When Flora arrived home that day, the echoes of her conversation with Cyprus still lingered in her mind. Her headache had subsided, reduced to a dull throb at the back of her skull, but she still felt the weight of exhaustion pressing down on her. The day had been long and draining, and she craved the sanctuary of her bed, the comfort of soft sheets, and the oblivion of a nap.As the butler opened the door to let her in, Flora's steps were sluggish, her feet dragging slightly as she crossed the threshold. A maid greeted her, taking her work case from her hands with a polite smile. "Where’s Alice?" Flora asked, not bothering to hide the tired edge in her voice. She wanted to steer clear of any part of the house where Alice might be lurking. The mere thought of a run-in with her stepmother made Flora feel even more drained.The maid replied, “Mrs. Wicks stepped out with a friend, Miss Flora.”Flora's heart skipped a beat. Her interest piqued immediately, her exhaustion momentarily forg

Flora settled behind her desk at Defendwise Ventures, sipping her coffee as she reviewed the latest reports. The sunlight streamed through the tall windows of her office, casting long, gentle shadows across the polished floor. Despite the raging headache she had endured the day before, she felt a sense of accomplishment. Slowly but surely, she was starting to get the hang of her duties at the company. The once-daunting stack of paperwork on her desk had begun to shrink, and she found herself catching up on the many files and projects she needed to oversee.But her moment of satisfaction was interrupted by a knock on her door. Sophie, her ever-bubbly assistant, poked her head in with an enthusiastic smile. "Ms. Wicks, it's almost time for your meeting with the directors," she announced, her voice as cheerful as always.Flora sighed, already feeling a pit of dread forming in her stomach. The meeting with the directors was something she had been anticipating with equal parts an

Flora nodded, managing a thin smile in return. She thanked the nurse and took a seat in the waiting area, her mind racing with questions. Why had the doctors requested this meeting? Was there a change in her father's condition? She felt her anxiety build with each passing second, her fingers drumming nervously on the armrest of the chair.After what felt like an eternity, a middle-aged man in a white coat approached her. His expression was calm but serious, his eyes kind but professional. "Ms. Wicks, I’m Dr. Stephens," he introduced himself, extending a hand.Flora stood, shaking his hand firmly. "Dr. Stephens," she acknowledged. "Thank you for meeting with me. Is there any change in my father’s condition?"Dr. Stephens gestured for her to follow him. "Let’s talk in my office," he suggested. "There’s something we need to discuss."Flora’s heart pounded in her chest as she followed the doctor down a series of sterile, brightly lit hallways. The hum of medical equipmen

Flora shifted in her seat beside her father’s bed, her fingers still wrapped around his. She felt the sterile chill of the hospital room seep into her bones, mingling with the coldness of doubt that had settled in her heart. After a moment of silence, she sighed and began to speak again, her voice barely above a whisper.“And then there’s the company, Dad,” she said, her tone tinged with frustration and weariness. “The directors… They don’t believe in me. They don’t think I’m capable of running Defendwise Ventures. They think I’m just some inexperienced woman who doesn’t know what she’s doing, someone who’s only here because of her last name.”Her grip on his hand tightened, her knuckles white against his pale skin. “I walked into that boardroom today, and it felt like they were all just waiting for me to fail. Every single one of them had something to say about how I’m not good enough, how I don’t have enough experience, how I should just hand everything over to Cyprus. As if he’s th