All Chapters of The CEO's Ex-Wife Gets Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Good evening, Flora," he said, his voice smooth and measured. "I trust you're not too uncomfortable?"Her head snapped up so fast she was surprised her neck didn't break. Her eyes went wide as she stared at the newcomer. Flora's breath hitched. It couldn't be. The voice, distorted by the mask, was unmistakable – Henry. Her ex-husband. Disbelief battled with a cold dread in the pit of her stomach.That was Henry's voice.Flora's eyes widened in shock. "Henry?" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.The man removed his mask, revealing the smirking face of Henry, Flora's ex-husband. His dark eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and malice. Disbelief battled with a cold dread in the pit of her stomach. Henry tossed the mask to the dirty floor. It landed near her feet with an unpleasant clattering sound.“Well, well, Flora. Surprised to see me?" Henry taunted, his grin widening.“I'm disappointed in myself for thinking that you'd be far too smart to pu

“Of course not. I haven't gone through all this trouble for a meager slice of the pie." He leaned forward again, his voice turning cold. "Second, you will hand over all your shares in Sungate Manufacturing to me. And third, you will stop this ridiculous merger with Equinox Celestial. My company will not be subject to such a silly change."Flora's blood ran cold. He wanted everything – her financial independence, the company she'd helped build, and control over her business decisions. "You're being unrealistic, Henry," Flora countered, her voice tight with suppressed anger. "That 'silly change' is the same thing that has saved the company YOU put in hot water. And the alimony is not even a fraction of what I rightfully deserve for all you've put me through. It's mine - the cars, the houses, all of it -and it's not going anywhere."Henry's masked face contorted in a brief flash of fury. "Don't be naive, Flora. What's the point of handing you all that wealth on a silver p

Flora reached out and grasped Catarina's trembling hand. "There's more, my friend. And it's… difficult to explain."Catarina's gaze, filled with a heartbreaking vulnerability, searched Flora's face. "Please, Miss Flora. Tell me everything."Taking another deep breath, Flora poured out the entire story – the revelation of Esther's betrayal, her role as Henry's informant, and the manipulative way Henry had twisted the truth to suit his agenda.Catarina listened, her face turning pale with each word. When Flora finished, a stunned silence filled the room. The woman they had welcomed into their home, who had shared their meals and secrets, was a pawn in Henry's game. The weight of betrayal seemed to bear down on them both."Esther?" Catarina finally managed, her voice barely a whisper. "But… but she was like family. We trusted her."Flora squeezed her hand tightly. "I know, Catarina. I know. It's a terrible shock."Catarina's eyes welled up again, but valiantly,

Exhaustion, both physical and emotional, eventually claimed them, and they drifted off to sleep, their conversation unfinished.The sound of the door creaking open tore them from their uneasy slumber. Disoriented and blinking away the remnants of sleep, Flora and Catarina watched in numb silence as the masked figure reappeared. This time, it was the man with the D*nald mask. He was slightly shorter than the man with the M*ckey mask but no less menacing."You," he rasped, his voice distorted by the mask.a gloved finger pointed straight at Flora. "You're coming with me."Rough hands grabbed her arms, hauling her to her feet. A surge of adrenaline coursed through Flora. She hoped David had stayed true to his word and relayed her message to Damien. A silent prayer escaped her lips. She didn't need another betrayer like Esther.The masked figure led her through the dark corridors, the silence broken only by the rhythmic thud of her own heart. Finally, they reached the now

Flora's knees buckled with relief as Damien charged into the room, his presence a beacon of hope in the darkness. But even with her savior here, the situation remained precarious. Henry, caught off guard and his face contorted in a mixture of rage and fear, fumbled for a reaction."Flora, step away!" Damien repeated, his voice leaving no room for argument. His gun, aimed steadily at Henry, underscored the urgency of his command.Slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements, Flora backed away from Henry, keeping the pen trained on his throat. Her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs, but a glimmer of defiance sparked in her eyes."Put the gun down, Henry," Damien ordered, his voice firm. "This is over."Henry's eyes darted between Flora and Damien, his mind racing for a way out. The smug assurance that had only moments ago colored his demeanor had evaporated completely, replaced by a raw desperation."This isn't how this was supposed to go," he stam