All Chapters of The CEO's Ex-Wife Gets Revenge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

That evening, Flora dialed Damien's number, eager to share the details of her meeting with Andrew Whitaker. As the phone rang, she couldn't help but notice a hint of exhaustion in her own voice. The past few days had been a whirlwind of emotions and strategic planning, leaving her both exhilarated and drained. When Damien finally answered, his voice sounded equally weary."Hey, sweetheart," he greeted her, his voice warm but undeniably tired."Hi, Damien," she replied, concern lacing her words. "You sound really tired. Are you okay?""I'm fine," Damien insisted, although there was a slight hesitation in his tone. "Just had a long day at work. But enough about me. How did your meeting with Andrew go?"Flora sighed, recalling the day's events. "It was... interesting. He agreed to support me, but there's a condition."Damien's curiosity was piqued. "What kind of condition?""He wants me to convince Joseph Reeves to vote against Henry as well. Only then will he s

After her call with Damien, Flora made her way to the lounge of the tennis club, her mind churning with the aftermath of her heated encounter with Joseph Reeves. The club's atmosphere was a blend of elite sophistication and casual camaraderie, with older members engaging in various activities, their laughter and conversation creating a lively yet refined ambiance. The tennis courts were impeccably maintained, their lush green surfaces a testament to the club's exclusivity. Elegant spectators lounged in plush chairs, sipping drinks and chatting animatedly, while white-clad players moved gracefully on the courts, their every move exuding a sense of privilege and leisure.She took a seat in a corner of the lounge, her eyes instinctively drifting back to Joseph Reeves through the large window panes that overlooked the player exerting themselves. He was back on the court, playing with an intensity that was markedly different from the relaxed demeanor he had exhibited earlier. H

When Damien arrived to pick Flora up, he stood out against the backdrop of her grandiose mansion in his casual attire, a stark contrast to the formal wear she was accustomed to seeing him in. Dressed in a simple yet stylish ensemble—a navy blue Henley shirt that clung just right to his athletic frame and a pair of well-fitted jeans—Damien looked relaxed and approachable. His smile was breezy, making him even more attractive. She felt a flutter in her chest as she walked towards him, her heart skipping a beat.His dark hair, usually slicked back with precision, fell in casual waves over his forehead, giving him an effortlessly handsome, almost boyish look. As Flora threaded her fingers through his hair, mussing it slightly, Damien seemed almost bashful, a soft blush coloring his cheeks, adding to his allure. Hey," he said, opening the car door for her. "Ready to see your new home?"She nodded, so excited she could not trust herself to speak words. The drive to her new ho

Flora's mansion was in a state of organized chaos. The usually pristine rooms were now cluttered with boxes, some sealed and others still half full, waiting for Flora to make up her mind on what to do with them. She moved through each room in the house methodically, her mind a whirlwind of lists and mental checkboxes. The marble floors were crisscrossed with tape, marking out what was to stay and what was to go. Catarina and Esther, her trusted maids, moved with practiced efficiency, boxing up items Flora had earmarked for charity and various donation organizations. Their cheerful chatter filled the spaces between the rustling of packing materials and the occasional thud of a box being closed and labeled.Flora appreciated their help immensely, knowing she couldn't have managed this enormous task on her own. Despite her usual composure, the impending move had stirred a storm of emotions within her, and the physical act of packing up her life felt symbolic of the changes she

Flora woke up with a sharp sense of resolve. Today was the day she would confront Henry and make her final stand at Sungate Manufacturing. As the sunlight streamed through her bedroom windows, she rose from her bed, shaking off the remnants of an uneasy sleep filled with cryptic messages and unresolved tension. She knew she had to present herself with confidence and poise to see her plan through and remove Henry from his position as CEO. She took her bath quickly, setting the shower knob to cold. After, she returned to her room, shivering slightly even in the thick bathrobe.Opening her wardrobe, she deliberated over her choices, her fingers brushing over two potential outfits. One was a stylish blue pantsuit. It was a deep sapphire color, tailored to perfection with a slightly flared leg and a fitted blazer that accentuated her waist. The suit was modern, sleek, and confident, with a subtle sheen that spoke of elegance and power. Paired with a crisp white blouse and silve