All Chapters of Return Of The Killer Ex-Wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Where is Joshua? He’s not back yet?” Cole asked suddenly, his voice breaking through the tense silence. His question caught me off guard, diverting my thoughts away from the food momentarily.“No, he’s not,” I replied reluctantly, the weight of the unspoken reasons dangling heavily between us.Cole’s expression darkened, his concern deepening into a frown. “Why is that? Have you tried calling him?” His questions were direct, probing into the deeper realm I wasn’t ready for.“I actually can’t call him because I had a problem with my phone. He took it to fix it, but he hasn’t returned it to me yet,” I explained, trying to sound composed despite the rapid thumping of my heart.The weight of my fabricated lie hung heavy in the air as Cole stood there, his expression a mix of understanding and concern.Cole’s brow furrowed slightly, his eyes searching mine for any sign of deceit. I held his eyes, willing myself to appear convincing. The seconds stretched into an eternity as uncertainty c

I was all ready for the office, glancing at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t help but admire how confident and composed I appeared. Despite Marcus’s attempts to derail my life, I felt a sense of triumph in seeing my true self reflected. Ten years spent in prison had prepared me for this opportunity to reclaim what Marcus had taken. It was a second chance granted by answered prayers, a chance to finally confront Marcus and reclaim my life.As I straightened myself in the mirror, memories flooded my mind like a torrential storm. The cold, metallic clang of cell doors, the suffocating stale air of confinement—these were the constants of my past. Now, in the crisp morning light filtering through the window, I felt a surge of determination mingled with nerves.“Let’s go,” Joshua’s husky voice broke the uneasy silence that had settled between us like a heavy fog. I turned slowly to face him, my gaze momentarily captured by how impeccably he was dressed. Despite the lingering tension from o

“I wanted to tell you that I want to work in the company as well, as an intern,” Lydia said, her voice carrying a tone of casual indifference that barely masked her true intentions. My eyes narrowed in shock at her unexpected declaration. She continued, seemingly unaffected by my reaction, “I am on a long break from school, so it won’t be bad if I keep myself busy while working in the company.”I couldn’t tear my gaze away from Lydia’s face, scrutinizing her with a mix of disbelief and suspicion. Her features seemed to twist with a subtle satisfaction, her lips curving into a sly smile that made my stomach churn with unease. Anger simmered beneath the surface as I realized the true reason behind her request. She wasn’t interested in the internship for personal growth or experience—she wanted to be close to Joshua, to insinuate herself into his professional life just as she had infiltrated our personal space at home.I smirked bitterly, my eyes flicking momentarily to Joshua, who rem

Joshua remained silent, ignoring my question and any attempt at eye contact as he switched off the engine and stepped out of the car. “Why is he always so damn rude?” I muttered under my breath, frustration simmering as I watched him move around to open the door for me.My eyes widened in disbelief. Joshua, opening the car door for me? It was a gesture so unexpected that it threw me off balance for a moment. Gathering myself, I stepped out of the car, clutching my handbag in one hand while the other carefully maneuvered my gown. Wearing heels after a decade felt like a new challenge altogether, their unfamiliar weight adding to my already frazzled state.“Let’s go,” Joshua’s voice broke through my thoughts, his hand extended towards me. I hesitated, skepticism warring with curiosity, before tentatively placing my hand in his. He intertwined his fingers with mine, and together we walked towards the restaurant entrance, a facade of harmony masking the underlying tension between us. To o

“Ummm… I… ummm… I did not… umm,” I stuttered, my eyes widening in sheer panic. My heart pounded in my chest like a trapped bird, frantic and desperate. I had been caught red-handed, and my mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of this mess, but all I found was a void of blank terror. Joshua stood there, leaning casually against the doorway, his eyes glinting with amusement. He was barely holding back his laughter, and the corners of his mouth twitched with the effort. His composed demeanor only made my anxiety spike higher, like a fevered pitch in my veins. Bryan, on the other hand, was sweating profusely, his face a mask of mortification. Beads of sweat trickled down his temples, and his hands trembled as he tried to steady himself. Joshua’s eyes, fixed on me, were sharp and unyielding, like twin daggers piercing through my facade. His gaze stripped away any pretense I might have had, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. The room felt suddenly too small, the walls closing