All Chapters of The CEO Ex-Wife's Revenge: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Derek’s lips were just as delicious as Ava remembered them to be all those years ago when she last kissed him. She didn’t think she could ever get enough of them.At first, only their lips were touching, and Derek kept his hands to himself, still trying to give her the option of pulling away if that was what she wanted, but when Ava moaned into his mouth, he lost all control.He grabbed her suddenly by the waist, causing her to gasp into his mouth in surprise, and pulled her hard against his body. It was the hottest thing that Ava had ever encountered, and it caused her nether regions to throb almost unbearably.The kiss began to get more and more intense, until Derek groaned into her mouth, pushed her away, and looked at her with desire-filled eyes. She could tell he was about to apologize for kissing her, so she raised a finger to his lips to shush him. She had to stand on tiptoe to do that."Don't apologize, Derek ... unless you didn't want to kiss me.""Are you kidding, Ava? Kissi

Ava unsuccessfully tried to tamp down the feeling of disappointment that engulfed her when she saw the empty space beside her.Why did Derek leave without telling her? With how intimate they were the previous night, she had been hoping that they would spend the morning together.After all, it wasn’t like he had to go to work today, or even any day if he didn’t want to, for that matter.It occurred to her that he could be with Harper, after all, Ava had woken up late. So she got out of bed, put on her robe, and padded out in search of him.Her whole body ached, but in a pleasurable way, and thinking about how the night went made her want to relive everything again.Derek wasn’t in the living room with Harper, however, and a quick check of Harper’s bedroom showed that the little girl was still fast asleep and alone.Ava checked around for a note but didn’t find any either. A quick look outside showed that Derek's car was no longer parked in her driveway, meaning he had indeed left.For

"Victoria didn't deserve that. Hell, no one deserves such a thing. I should have tried harder to get her to leave him, and things wouldn't have escalated the way they did. As a matter of fact, I still feel terribly guilty even after all these years because I didn't take her as seriously as I should have taken her that night. I figured it was just one of their regular quarrels, not knowing that it was far more serious and a matter of life and death this time around." Derek finished, his gaze far away."I'm sorry to say this, Derek, but I believe you have a savior complex. You know, it ...""Ouch!""Well, it's the truth. You did it for years with your sister, but the truth is that you can't save everyone. From this story you just told me, you tried your best to ask Victoria to leave Steve, and that even caused Steve to hate you. You shouldn't be carrying all this guilt around with you. You can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved. It sounds harsh, but it's the truth. If there's a

Steve was a huge mess. There was no other way to put it. On the outside, he wore a smile for his fans and went about his business every day as though everything was perfect.However, everything was far from perfect, and for the past few days now, he had been a sniveling, slobbering, and terrified mess on the inside. He wasn't usually the type to believe in Karma, but he had abruptly changed his mind in the past few days because his past had come back to haunt him and if care wasn’t taken, he would watch everything he had struggled to build over the years crumble into dust.Apparently, the phrase 'karma is a dish best served cold' was true as hell, because it had taken her all this while, but Karma had eventually gotten around to knocking on his door.He came back to himself and realized that he had simply stood under the shower for hours, while he thought about the best way to get out of the predicament in which he currently found himself, while the water ran cold.Unfortunately, no

The press run went well enough. Steve answered the questions that were asked of him in a calm and confident tone, even though he felt anything but calm or confident.About halfway into the press run, his composure shattered like a fragile piece of glass that had been suddenly dropped onto hard tiles.His phone, which he had kept on the table in front of him, suddenly buzzed, and he picked it up out of habit and glanced at the screen.There was a new message, and the simple word in that message was a replica of the same word that was contained in the dozen or so messages that he had received in the past few days since all of this began.It read, CONFESS.Who was this and why was this person doing this to him? Why had this person, who clearly knew all about what he had done, kept quiet all these years, only to spring up out of the blues now?It made no sense at all. What did they want from him? It would have been easy and perfect if they wanted money because he would have gladly given i