All Chapters of The CEO's Ex-Wife Gets Revenge: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Their plan was a simple one – Flora would act as bait, luring the attacker out in the open. There was very little that could go wrong since it was so straightforward. She knew this but every muscle in her body tensed with a cocktail of apprehension and anticipation. Feigning deep concentration, she flipped through the pages of her book, her eyes barely registering the words. Silence stretched, punctuated only by the distant chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Flora tried to immerse herself in the novel she held, but her mind was too preoccupied to absorb the words. She kept turning the pages every few minutes, maintaining a facade of calm, even as her heart raced with anticipation. Her eyes darted around the garden, taking in every detail—the leaves dancing in the wind, the calling tonal note of birds, and the occasional shuffle of footsteps on the gravel path. Time seemed to stretch endlessly, each minute a test of her patience

The door creaked open, and Damien slipped back into the room, the tension in his movements palpable. Flora looked up from her bed, her heart sinking at the sight of his tight jaw and the flicker of frustration in his eyes. He shut the door behind him and crossed the room in a few long strides. As he settled into the chair beside her bed, Flora couldn’t help but ask, “What did the superintendent say?” His gaze held hers. "The good news is, they finally have a name for the attacker." Flora's breath hitched. "Who is it?" Damien took a deep breath, the harshness of his expression easing. “The woman who attacked you has been identified as Tilly Goodman. She has a record—petty theft, blackmail, things like that. Nothing too violent, though. The police are interrogating her, but she’s refusing to admit to the attack in the parking lot a few days ago.” A frown etched itself onto Flora's forehead. "Doesn't seem like she'd be willing to risk a

Flora stirred awake, a sliver of streetlight filtering through the blinds and dancing across her eyelids. Unlike the restlessness of her afternoon nap, this time sleep had offered a semblance of renewal. The throbbing pain in her neck had dulled to a manageable ache, and a wave of cautious optimism washed over her.Her thoughts were clearer than they had been earlier in the day. She sat up, stretched, and looked around the room, noticing how clean it was. Her thoughts drifted to Esther whose fidgety behavior had left her uneasy. She chastised herself for entertaining suspicion towards the poor maid. The woman's hesitation, the nervous fidgeting, could have been attributed to a hundred different reasons, none of them sinister. Perhaps a personal issue had left her on edge. Or she could have been simply overwhelmed by Flora's sudden return and the accompanying presence of the guards. With a sigh, Flora resolved to apologize for her accusatory tone later. She pushed the t

"Hard at work, Mr. Hayes?" she said, leaning against the doorframe with a mischievous grin. Damien's head snapped up, a startled look flickering across his face before it was replaced by a genuine, warm smile as he saw her. "I didn't hear you come in. How are you feeling?" "I rested well, thank you," Flora replied, stepping into the room. She walked over to him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "But I should be the one asking you that. You're always telling me to rest, yet here you are, buried in work. I'm not sure I should have listened to you if you don't take your own advice." Damien shrugged, a touch of self-consciousness creeping into his eyes. "Guilty as charged," he admitted. "I just wanted to catch up on some backlog. Didn't realize I'd been at it for so long." Flora crossed the room, her steps light and silent. “Doesn't look like the backlog is going anywhere," she said, peering over his shoulder at the docume

Flora sighed, closing the book she had been reading. It was a thriller she had picked up to inject some excitement into her monotonous days, but even the plot twists had failed to hold her interest. The initial comfort of being home had given way to a gnawing boredom and the house now felt like a gilded cage.She set the book down on her bedside table, pushing herself up from the pile of pillows that Damien had carefully arranged to make her comfortable. It had been a week since she had come home from the hospital, and the excitement of returning to the comfort of her own bed had quickly worn off. The police were moving forward with prosecuting Tilly Goodman, despite her refusal to confess, but the sense of justice was cold comfort in the face of her growing boredom. Damien had returned to work at the company, and though he visited often, his presence was never as constant as she wished. While Flora appreciated his dedication to his company and making up for the work he was