All Chapters of Return Of The Killer Ex-Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LYDIA’s POV “Daughter of a fucking bitch!” Claire thought she was all that, but I swear it, I was going to put her in her place. I watched from the window as she and Joshua headed out for work, her presence beside him looking oddly out of place. It should have been me standing there with him, a shining bride at his side. But no matter. I knew it might take time, but I was determined to win Jay back at all costs. He is mine and mine alone. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Claire had done something to manipulate him into marriage. I remembered how he used to look at me when we were younger, whenever I visited Emma with my elder sister. His gaze had always lingered a moment too long, a silent promise of something more. Now, as I watched them stand together, I felt a surge of bitterness, mixed with determination and my blood boiled rage. Claire might have managed trick him into marrying her, but I knew deep down he still cared for me. I would practically bide my time, wait for the righ

EMMA’S POV “Mom, what’s wrong?” I asked quickly, my heart pounding faster, each beat echoing my growing worry. I reached for her hand, cold and trembling in mine. She kept crying, shaking her head like she was trying to shake off a heavy weight she couldn't bear any longer. “I have failed, Emma. I’ve failed as a mother, and I’ve failed your father too,” she sobbed, her voice thick with despair. Her tears streamed down her cheeks, catching the dim light of the hallway, making them glisten like tiny, sorrowful stars. “Mom, no,” I whispered, gently guiding her into the room and closing the door behind us. The room seemed to shrink, the walls pressing in as her sorrow filled the space, wrapping around us like a suffocating blanket. “I tried so hard to keep everything together, to be strong for all of you,” she continued, her voice breaking with each word, the pain in her tone tearing through the air. “But I’ve let you down. I’ve let everyone down.” Her words cut through me, her raw pa

MIA’S POV"This will be your office," Joshua announced as we stepped inside. The room was a marvel, impeccably furnished with luxurious details that spoke of elegance and sophistication. My breath caught in my throat as I took it all in.I stood at the threshold, my eyes drifting from one corner to the other, each detail drawing me deeper into a silent awe. The polished wooden desk, the plush chairs, the shelves lined with books and ornaments – it was all too much to take in at once. Lost in the grandeur, I forgot Joshua's presence beside me and stepped back, my heel landing squarely on his foot.I spun around, my heart leaping to my throat as our eyes met. His cold, piercing gaze bore into me, a stark difference to the casual smile he had worn just minutes ago at the restaurant. The memory of his scornful look as I ate his food resurfaced, making my stomach churn with a mix of embarrassment and anger."I a..." I stammered, words tumbling out in a disjointed mumble before I swallowed

MIA’S POV“We should gouge out Marcus’ eyes?” Olivia asked, her eyes fixated on me as if I were the one being gouged.I shook my head. “I don’t mean gouge his eyes literally, I mean something else,” I smirked, staring deeply at Olivia.She narrowed her eyes and leaned her face closer to mine. “What do you mean, then?” Olivia asked calmly.I ogled at her for a moment before abruptly standing up from the chair. Her eyes followed me as I stood, a stern frown on my face as I heaved a deep sigh.“Every day, I can’t find peace because I remember the traumatic moments I spent here in this hellhole. The trauma that bastard made me face. I have outlined a plan on how I will make him pay for everything,” I snarled, gritting my teeth as I spoke.My eyes turned away from Olivia, slowly narrowing back to her. She seemed chilled but eager to hear what I had to say.“I do not want Marcus to know that I have left here,” I said coldly. “I want him to be blind and oblivious to the fact that I got out o

MIA’S POVMy hands continued trembling as my heart shattered more and more into pieces. I couldn’t move. I just kept remembering that I had lost my child. Tears rolled down my face as I clung to the chair I sat on in the car like a dead body. My whole body went cold, and I could feel my heartbeat slowing down. The world outside the car window blurred into a distant haze, a mere backdrop to the hurricane of grief consuming me.I couldn’t believe I never had the opportunity to see my own child until she died. I didn’t know how she looked, how she sounded, how she smelled, her favorite food. Worst of all, I could never hear her call me Mom. What had I done to deserve such cruelty from God? The air around me felt thick, suffocating, and every breath was a struggle, a painful reminder that I was still alive while she was not.I broke down more in tears and shuddered, banging my hand aggressively on the steering wheel. The sharp pain in my hand was nothing compared to the agony in my hear