Semua Bab The CEO's Ex-Wife Gets Revenge: Bab 201 - Bab 210

The warm water poured over her, but her mind was already elsewhere, running through the events of the morning and the plan ahead. She had to keep her cool with Janice, no matter what the woman threw at her. And she had to make sure she didn’t give away any sign that she was onto whatever Janice was scheming, and if Alice was in on it with her. By the time Flora finished her shower, she had her plan mapped out in her head. She wrapped herself in a towel and padded back into her bedroom, moving with purpose now. She grabbed her blow dryer and began drying her hair, all the while thinking about what she would wear. She needed something casual, something that would help her blend into the crowd and not draw attention. If Janice was watching her, she couldn’t afford to stand out. Once her hair was dry, she rifled through her closet, pulling out a pair of slim-fitting dark jeans and a simple black top. Over that, she threw on a light, tan trench coat—nothi

As she listened to Janice’s tirade about Alice and how the deed supposedly favored her, Flora was confronted with the harsh realization that Janice would never tell her the full truth. The woman was far too invested in her own protection. She had made a career out of twisting the truth, manipulating situations to her advantage, and Flora knew whatever the truth was, it would not only expose Alice but Janice herself. That was something the older woman would never willingly allow. Despite the frustration building in her chest, Flora forced herself to sit and listen. She watched Janice’s face carefully, her sharp words painting Alice as the root of all evil, but there was something insincere in her tone, something slippery. Janice was dodging her questions, avoiding anything that would give Flora the clarity she needed. Flora had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. She wasn’t going to get anything useful out of this conversation if Janice kept circling back to blaming Alice.

Flora’s pulse hammered in her ears as Janice smiled wide, a predatory glint in her eyes, her satisfaction clear. She knew Flora was at her mercy, and the power she held over her was intoxicating. Flora’s mind raced as she tried to steady herself, tried to think of some way—any way—to get out of this alive. Janice was toying with her, dangling her fate in front of her like a prize just out of reach. But Flora knew better than to trust the older woman’s words. She demanded the truth again, her voice trembling with anger, but Janice’s smirk only deepened."I've told you all I care to tell you," Janice said with a chilling calm. Then, in a darker, menacing tone, she added, “You have very little time to save your life, Flora. Hand over the deed.”Flora’s heart raced, the threat hanging in the air like a guillotine above her. She could feel the walls closing in, the inevitability of Janice’s violence weighing on her chest. Thinking quickly, Flora forced herself to remain calm, her

The thought of facing Alice filled her with dread. Janice had been a monster, but Alice… Alice was cold, distant, and calculating. Flora had no reason to believe that her stepmother would offer her any more truth than Janice had. In fact, there was every reason to believe that Alice might withhold the truth out of spite. The two women had always had a strained relationship, their interactions fraught with tension and veiled resentment. But Flora shook her head, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. "How can I trust her? What if she refuses to tell me anything, just to keep me in the dark? What if she’s been lying to me all along? And… what if she’s in on this with Janice?" She sighed deeply, her breath fogging the window as she stared out at the passing streets. The buildings blurred together, her mind too tangled in its own web of fears and doubts to focus on the world outside. Damien’s presence beside her was comforting, but it couldn’t banish the storm brewing w

For a moment, Alice did nothing. She simply stood there, her posture defiant as she stared at Flora with cold, calculating eyes. But when she saw that neither Flora nor Damien was backing down, her expression shifted, her jaw tightening. Still, she didn’t move.Flora’s patience, already frayed beyond measure, snapped. “If you won’t talk to me about Janice,” she said, her voice now cold with authority, “then perhaps you’ll talk to the police—from inside a jail cell.”At the mention of Janice’s name, Alice faltered. Her knees buckled, and she reached out to steady herself, grabbing the edge of the cupboard she had been searching. A curse escaped her lips, loud and uncharacteristically coarse. The mask of control she had always worn slipped just for a moment, revealing the fear and uncertainty lurking beneath.Alice’s reaction confirmed what Flora had suspected all along—Janice and Alice were connected in ways Flora didn’t fully understand, but it was clear that the older w