All Chapters of The Revenge Of The Billionaire Ex Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Victor stepped through the front door as quietly as he could, the chill of the night still clinging to his skin. The house was dark, silent, and still — just the way he hoped it would be. The soft tick of the grandfather clock echoed in the hallway, reminding him how late it truly was.His stomach twisted in knots as he tiptoed down the hallway, every creak of the floorboards under his feet sounding like thunder in the stillness. He couldn’t afford to wake anyone, especially not *her*.*Thank God she's asleep*, he thought, relief sweeping through him. If he could just make it to the bedroom without being noticed, he could shower, get into bed, and deal with her wrath in the morning. Maybe by then, she would be less angry, maybe even willing to forgive.But as Victor reached for the bedroom door, the lights suddenly flicked on, blinding him momentarily.He froze mid-step, his heart sinking like a stone as his eyes adjusted to the bright light. There she was—Evelyn—sitting in the armch

As Rachael pulled out of the school palrking lot and onto the main road, her mind was already shifting gears. Today was a big day. She had a crucial meeting at HarperTech, a deal that could solidify her company’s place in the market for years to come. Rachael had spent months preparing for this—endless hours of research, late nights, and constant networking. Everything was riding on this one meeting. She was about ten minutes into the drive when her phone rang through the car's Bluetooth system. Glancing at the screen, she saw Damian’s name flash up, and for the first time that morning, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She pressed the button on the steering wheel to answer. “Hey babe,” she said, her voice softening at the sound of his voice. “Love" Damian's deep, familiar tone echoed through the car speakers. “How are you doing? You ready to knock that meeting out?” Rachael let out a small laugh, though it felt a bit forced. “I’m ready, I think. It’s been

Rachael’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. The traffic lights blurred in the distance, but her vision wasn’t focused on them. It wasn’t focused on anything but the overwhelming storm swirling in her head.The confrontation with Victor played on a loop, every word, every infuriating smirk etched into her mind like a wound that wouldn’t heal.She clenched her jaw. Her chest felt heavy, and she could feel the tears welling up behind her eyes, threatening to spill over.“He has no right. No right at all!”Her thoughts screamed, clashing with the rhythmic hum of the engine as she sped down the road. She didn’t even know where she was going, just that she needed to drive. Needed to get away from the suffocating weight of Victor’s presence, his cold eyes, and that damned smirk. Her heart pounded in her chest as her mind raced with everything she wished she had said, every word she wanted to throw at him.“How dare he bring up Jamal like that?

Both women stood there, frozen for a moment, the realization settling in. Rachael’s heart thudded loudly in her chest as she stared at the woman in front of her.But it was Evelyn who looked more shocked—her eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, as if the slap hadn’t been the only thing that rattled her.“*Well, well, well...*” Rachael sneered, crossing her arms as the fury bubbled to the surface.“Look who we have here. If it isn’t the woman who stole my ex-husband away from me. How ironic, running into you of all people.” She let out a humorless laugh, her voice dripping with contempt. “Crazy—I thought you’d be dead by now.”The woman standing next to Evelyn gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, eyes darting between the two as the tension crackled in the air. Evelyn quickly turned her head to the side, waving her friend away as she tried to compose herself.“Shut the hell up, Rachael,” Evelyn snapped, her voice trembling as she regained her footing. “I don’t know what you’re talking abou

Evelyn burst into her home like a hurricane, the door slamming so violently behind her that the sound echoed through the walls. Her body shook with fury, her nails digging into her palms as she paced, eyes wild with rage. “I can't believe she did that” she thought, her heart racing. "Who does she think she is? *Who the hell does she think she is* to even look at me, let alone touch me?" Her voice rose to a shriek, as she breathed heavily sending a shiver down Charlotte’s spine as she sat quietly, watching the storm unfold.“ A pathetic little beggar who got lucky, crawling her way out of the gutter to pretend she belongs in my world. And now she thinks she can stand in front of me? Slap me? Like we’re equals? She’s not even fit to breathe the same air as me!”Evelyn stopped, turning to Charlotte-her friend, her face twisted with venom. "Do you know what I should’ve done?" she snarled, her voice low and dangerous. "I should’ve dragged her across that playground with her cheap, filthy