All Chapters of The CEO's Ex-Wife Gets Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Their conversation flowed easily as evening turned to night, moving through dreams, fears and aspirations. The storm outside eased up, replaced by a light shower. Flora found herself growing more and more tipsy, the champagne flowing like water as she laughed and joked with Damien. He was witty, and she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, her inhibitions slowly disappearing with each passing minute and with each sip of champagne, replaced by a sense of recklessness fueled by the bitterness of her recent argument with her parents. She laughed at his anecdotes, her laughter mingling with the soft strains of music playing in the background. The more she drank, the easier it became to confide in him, to share her deepest fears and frustrations. And then, in a moment of drunken candor, she made a mistake. As they sat together on the couch, their legs touching, she leaned in close, her voice low. “I have a confession to make, she said, her eyes locked on his. He raised an eyebrow, his

As Flora walked into the lawyer’s office – Henry’s lawyer’s office – she felt a sense of assurance wash over her. This was it, the final step in ending her marriage. She was ready for this to happen, prepared. The lawyer, a kind-faced woman named Sarah, greeted her warmly and led her to a conference room. She’d met Sarah several times during office holiday parties and when the woman had come to drop off some urgent paper work for Henry. She was comforted by the sympathy in the woman’s eyes.“Are you ready to do this?” Sarah asked gently.Flora nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yes, let's get this over with.”Just then, the door opened, and her husband, Henry, walked in, followed by Olivia. Flora felt a surge of anger and betrayal, but tried to keep her emotions in check.Olivia smiled sweetly at her, but there was a hint of hostility in her eyes. She had inherited her mother’s beady thin eyes and mean disposition. It was a no surprise. “Hel

As Flora stood in front of the vanity mirror in Eva’s room, she barely recognized the reflection staring back at her. The past few years had taken a toll on her, and it showed. She looked like a shell of the vibrant woman she once was, but since leaving Damien's hotel this afternoon, she’d taken steps to bring that girl back. She needed her old self for the mission tonight.To begin preparing, she’d taken a trip to the salon, where Eva had booked an appointment with her favorite stylist – a man she’d praised to high heaven. As Flora had flipped through hair magazines, the stylist worked his magic, transforming her hair into tight, springy curls that cascaded down her shoulders.As she made her way back to Eva’s apartment, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. Once at Eva’s apartment, the real fun had begun. Eva had curated a selection of stunning outfits, each one more breathtaking than the last. They spent hours trying on dresses, laughing an

The sun hung low in the sky as Flora stood before the imposing structure of the mansion she had once shared with Henry, a house that was now hers alone. The sight of it filled her with a mixture of emotions – nostalgia, sadness. A twinge of bitterness also lingered beneath the surface. This had been their home once, a place filled with laughter and love but now it stood as a silent testament to everything that had gone wrong between them.As she stepped through the front door, the air inside felt heavy and suffocating. The room echoed with the ghosts of the past. But despite the bittersweetness of the moment, Flora knew that this was a necessary step in moving forward with her life. With a determined sigh, Flora set to work unpacking her belongings, the sound of her footsteps resounding in the through the empty halls. Whether out of spite or consideration, Henry had dismissed all the servants on the grounds, leaving the house well and truly empty.As

Damien had said he’d pick her up by eight, and by seven-thirty, he’d already arrived in his sleek, navy sedan. The soft purr of the engine signaled the beginning of their evening together. Flora emerged from her house, smiling softly as she approached the waiting car. She’d chosen the jade dress Eva had suggested in the car as they’d driven away from the boutique. It was knee-length and ruffled at the arms, hugging her curves. She’d paired it with silver earrings shaped like tear drops and a single diamond bracelet. Damien grinned appreciatively as he held open her door for her. Desire gleamed in his eyes. “You look radiant tonight, darling,” he said, a hint of male appreciation in his tone as she slid into the plus leather seats. There was no driver tonight, which meant Damien wanted to be absolutely alone with Flora tonight. It thrilled her like nothing else.A flush of pleasure spread across her cheeks at the compliment. “You look pretty dashing yours