All Chapters of Ex-husband wants my New Body: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

**Third person**Karen's mind drifted off to her relationship with her sister, Ashley, and how similar this Valerie girl was to her.They always wanted to help, were always convinced they could fix everything, and believed themselves to be incredibly intelligent.Back then, Ashley always pretended to be a saint; she'd acted so innocently... And she even fooled James into liking her.Karen rolled her eyes.And that must be why Val thinks she could handle a project like this in one week.Then Karen turned to look at Amelia, who had been staring at her the entire time, waiting for an answer.”There's no plan. I simply wait for her to fail and then fire her for being incompetent."Valerie was certainly not worth making plans for; Karen could easily make her disappear forever if she wanted to.“Wow, that's brilliant, ma'am,” Amelia chirped, a satisfied grin plastering on her face as she spoke.Val spent the rest of the day working on the project, her mind occasionally filled with thoughts

**Third person** Valerie smiled, pretending to be unfazed. "I've done extensive research on the target demographic, and I believe that our product will resonate with them on a deep level,” she replied confidently. “Plus, I've analyzed the numbers, and I'm certain that we can increase sales by at least 20% within the first quarter." Lucas snorted. "That sounds like a lot of buzzwords. Can you give me some actual numbers?" "Of course, Mr. Stone.” Val shifted her focus back to the slides before she continued. “According to my research, our target demographic is most active on social media between the hours of 7pm and 10pm. By targeting our ads during this time period, I believe we can increase our reach by at least 30%." Then her eyes returned to Lucas, who seemed to have an impressed look on his face, and she felt her stomach swell with satisfaction. Lucas raised an eyebrow. "I'll give you credit, Miss Thorne. You've done your homework. But what’s the biggest potential setback

**Third person**“I want you to teach someone a lesson,” Amelia spoke into the receiver.The man let out a shrill laugh. “You already know how it works.” “Send a picture and where I can find this person,” he instructed.“Sure, I'm sending it now.”Amelia hung up, and she immediately sent a picture of Val to the man, along with the address of the rooftop bar.A sinister grin spread across the man's face as he examined the picture. "Come, boys, look at this," he called out.Three burly men, bare-chested and reeking of cigarettes, who were lounged on a worn-out sofa, hurried over. Their eyes lit up with desire as they ogled the photo.“Ahh, exactly what I need for a good rest tonight. My balls are blue as fuck!” One of them announced, and the rest let out wild laughs that echoed through the room."Let's go, then," the leader declared, his voice thick with anticipation.The men quickly pulled on their cigarette-stained shirts and exited the grimy apartment.Meanwhile, at the rooftop bar,

**Third person**“Get your filthy hands off her now!” A deep voice roared.Valerie’s eyes flew open. The voice sounded very familiar.The scar-faced thug sucked on his teeth and then turned in the direction of the man. “This is none of your business, get out of here while we're being nice,” he shouted.Lucas clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. “I won't repeat myself.” His eyes blazed with fury. “Let. the. lady. go,” he pronounced each word slowly through gritted teeth.The thugs laughed. Everything seemed funny to them tonight.“Take care of that cunt,” the leader commanded the three men.The men stepped forward, fists clenched in fighting stances.Lucas scoffed, ran a hand through his hair, and rolled up the sleeves.The first man threw a punch at him, but Lucas dodged it and grabbed his wrists. He screamed as Lucas twisted it, then followed with a precise kick to the gut and a punch to the jaw.At that moment, the second thug tried to get him off guard from behind.

**Third person**Amelia trudged up the creaky stairs of her townhouse, her eyes fixed on the worn carpet. She hated this place, hated the noise, and hated the neighbors. Especially the ones blasting music at 10 p.m. and even early this morning. She reached the top floor and slammed the door to her apartment, trying to drown out the thumping bass. But it only seemed to get louder."Ugh, why can't they just keep it down?" Amelia muttered to herself and flopped onto her black couch.Just as she was about to call the landlord again, her phone rang. She hesitated, wondering who was calling this early on a Saturday morning.But then she picked up when she saw the caller ID."Why the fuck didn't you tell me that bitch was affiliated with Mr. Stone?" The gruff voice on the other end yelled.His yelling startled Amelia, and she immediately sat up on her couch, her forehead wrinkling."What is going on?" She snapped. "And were you able to take care of her?" He scoffed. "Are you kidding me?”