All Chapters of The CEO's Ex-Wife Gets Revenge: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Alice’s voice faltered for a second, her pride still wounded by the memory. “I waited. A month. Two. Then six. I finally swallowed my pride and reached out to him… only to find out he had moved on.”Flora stared at her, her breath shallow, knowing what was coming next but dreading it all the same.“He was with Vera. Your mother,” Alice continued, her voice bitter. “And they were going strong.”Flora felt like the air had been knocked out of her. Her mother. Her father. And Alice. How had they been so entwined in each other's lives, and Flora never knew?Alice shook her head, her expression one of disdain. “After that, I threw myself into work. I didn’t have time to pine over him. We drifted apart. Years passed, and we didn’t speak. Even though we were in the same city, even though we were often in the same social circles, we acted like we didn’t know each other.”Alice paused, her fingers tightening into fists. “Then one night, out of the blue, he showed up at my

The words hung in the air like poison, and Flora’s breath caught in her throat. “What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The room fell silent, the weight of Alice’s words crashing into Flora like a wave. Her breath caught in her throat, and her hand gripped Damien’s so tightly it was as if she were holding onto a lifeline. Alice’s face remained impassive, but there was a flicker of something dark in her eyes. “It stopped me in my tracks,” she said. “I didn’t respond right away. I just left. I thought she was messing with me. But the thought stayed with me, haunted me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. What if Vera wasn’t there anymore?The idea of being rid of Vera, of finally having Edgar to myself… I couldn’t shake it. I started imagining what it would be like—to be the woman Edgar showed off in public, instead of the one he hid away.” Flora felt bile rise in her throat. How had Alice been so cruel? So greedy? How had she allowed herself to ev

Flora’s eyes darted up, locking onto Alice’s, her heart skipping a beat. The image was vivid in her mind—Janice, smug and calculating, sitting comfortably in the very heart of their home. The same woman who had stolen her mother’s life.“She was smiling at me,” Alice continued, her voice low. “Just like the first day I met her. And Edgar… he was sitting there, staring at me. I looked into his eyes, and I knew. I knew he had found out.”Flora’s breath hitched in her throat. Damien fished out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped her trail of tears, the soft material pressing gently against her cheeks. It was comforting, but it couldn’t dull the pain that pierced her heart. “Edgar confronted me,” Alice said, her voice shaking. “His voice was low, seething, and he asked me if it was true—if I had killed Vera. And I denied it. I lied right to his face.” Alice took a deep breath. “But then Janice played a recording,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “It was a cli

The confession hit Flora like a punch to the gut, the impact reverberating through her entire being. Damien’s hand tightened around hers, his thumb brushing her knuckles in a silent gesture of comfort, but it wasn’t enough to stop the surge of pain that flooded through her. Her father’s accident—she had caused it. Alice had done this. Flora’s vision blurred with unshed tears, her body trembling as she struggled to comprehend the magnitude of Alice’s betrayal. Her mind raced back to that fateful day, the phone call that had left her numb. Now, standing in the same room as the woman responsible for it, the woman who had played puppet master in her family’s destruction, Flora felt a cold rage bubbling up inside her. “How?” Flora’s voice cracked as the question escaped her lips. She needed to know. She needed to hear Alice say it, to understand how she had been capable of something so monstrous. Alice’s gaze remained steady,

Flora’s breath hitched in her throat as she pushed through the heavy door of the game room, her feet moving faster than her mind could keep up with. The air felt thick with the weight of everything Alice had revealed. She wasn’t sure if it was rage or despair that kept her legs moving, but every step away from that room, away from the suffocating revelations, seemed to get harder. Her vision blurred, and she blinked back the tears that threatened to fall.Just as she reached the doorway, she collided with something soft but unmoving—a body. Flora staggered back, momentarily startled, before her eyes lifted to meet Olivia’s wide, horrified gaze. Olivia stood frozen, one hand pressed tightly to her mouth, as if it could keep the torrent of emotion from spilling out. Her eyes, so much like Alice’s, yet so different, searched Flora’s face with a kind of desperate confusion. She must have overheard—maybe not everything, but enough to understand that the world they both lived in was c