All Chapters of The CEO Ex-Wife's Revenge: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Tim’s father and mother herded the children out of Derek’s car immediately after the driver stopped the car in front of their house.Tim’s father gave Derek a knowing look and sceretive smile and Derek fought the urge to groan out loud. What the hell was wrong with the old man?“Listen, Vanessa. Can we talk for a bit?” Derek asked Vanessa, who smiled at him, apparently having forgotten that she was mad at him earlier.“Sure, we can. Let’s take a walk down the street,” she suggested.Derek informed his bodyguard and driver that he was just going to take a walk down the street, and so he and Vanessa left. He wasn’t surprised when he looked back and saw that the man was trailing them at a respectable distance.Before, he would have minded and would have told Jerome to beat it, but nowadays, after the ordeal he went through, he felt much better having someone watching him when he was out in public.This reminded him that he had yet to convince Ava to let him hire a bodyguard for her and H

It took less than twenty minutes of sweet talk from Denise to cause Amanda to change her mind about being mad and to show just how happy she was that her best friend was back to her."Oh, Denise, it hurt me so much when I thought that our friendship was over, but I'm glad we've been able to look past our issues." She gushed, getting up to pour drinks for herself and Denise."Me too. I was having a mental breakdown that day you came to my house, and to be honest, I can hardly remember anything I said that day. It's all a blur to me, but I'm sorry once again." Denise lied smoothly.Supposing her plan had worked and giving Derek some space had made him realize how much he missed the love that they used to share and how she was the one who was meant for him, there was no way she would be here."It's okay. I accept your apology because I've been there myself. Mental breakdowns are scary as hell. So how have you been?""To be honest with you, my dear friend, I haven't been fine at all. My l

"So how are you feeling, buddy?” Derek asked Barry when he got back to the room. Barry’s nurse was in the room checking him and preparing him to sleep and a few moments after Derek came into the room, she left.“I’m fine, Dad,” Barry replied. His voice sounded so weak and he looked so tired that just looking at him broke Derek’s heart. Maybe he was being selfish and what he needed to do was pray for Barry’s suffering to come to an end, even if it meant that he would no longer be here.“That’s good. Do you need anything?” Derek asked again, pulling a chair closer to the bed, sitting on it, and gently ruffling the child’s hair.“No.”“Okay. Listen, honey, do you remember how I told you that the doctor was going to make you all better?” Derek asked in a choked voice. This was one of the worst things that he had ever had to do.“Yes. That’s why nurse Mabel gives me injections and drugs.”“Yes, exactly. Uh, well … the drugs and injections aren't enough anymore, and …” Derek paused, not sur

"Barry’s body is not even yet cold, and neither has it been removed from your house and you’re already going outing with the child who killed him? What other despicable thing are you going to do? Go have sex with that ugly, obnoxious bitch that you keep panting after like a dog in heat while the boy you claim to love lies dead?” Denise raged, her voice loud enough to awaken the dead and jealousy coming off her in droves.Right on her heels came two of Derek’s security personnel who did not waste time in grabbing each of her arms and trying to bundle her out of there, but it seemed that they had underestimated just how angry or mentally unhinged Denise had become.“You tricked me, you heartless bastard. You tricked me into leaving after you wasted my time all these years and now you think I'm going to stand by and watch you leave me to go be with that woman and her daughter. I will only allow that to happen over my dead body!” She screamed, fighting the men who were holding her like a

Right there on the television screen was Denise, giving an interview to anyone and everyone who would care to listen. It was crazy how fast after his encounter with her at the house she was giving this interview.She looked a hot mess, with strands of her hair flying every which way and her expression livid as she ranted on live television.“He didn't even wait for our son's body to get cold before running off into that impostor’s arms. Do you know how many years we were together and didn't get married, yet he married that woman who is only after his money mere months after meeting her? He was flaunting his daughter with her at me too, not minding the grief I was going through, less than two hours after our son’s death.” Denise was saying.She was painting him to be the black sheep, and herself a saint, probably because she knew that he was too embarrassed to tell the whole world that she had given him another man's child to raise, and he had fallen in love with the child, and still c