All Chapters of Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

**Miranda’s POV** The moment I stepped into the room, I knew she was there. Brenda’s scent lingered, faint yet distinct, like a trail she couldn’t help but leave behind. Desmond was already on the bed, feigning sleep, but I could see right through him. His breathing wasn’t steady; his body language was far from relaxed. I’ve known Desmond for years, long enough to tell when he’s lying. And right now, he wasn’t just lying—he was panicking. I played my part, though. I smiled at him softly, pretending to buy his half-hearted excuse. “Tired, are we?” I asked, walking across the room, my heels clicking against the tiled floor. He muttered something incoherent and shifted slightly, his back turned to me. I made no effort to press him further. Instead, my eyes flickered toward the closet. I didn’t need to open it to confirm what I already knew—Brenda was inside. Her perfume was unmistakable, a suffocating sweetness that always made my stomach churn. How pre

Miranda's POVThe director’s abrupt shout rang through the set, startling me out of my thoughts. “We’re done for today!” he barked, his tone a mix of exasperation and finality.Done? Just like that?I stood frozen for a moment, still tasting the exhilaration from the earlier scene where I’d let loose on Brenda. Beating her was cathartic, a raw outlet for the rage simmering inside me for years. It had felt so good, too good, perhaps. And now, they were calling it off?I clenched my fists at my sides, pretending to be annoyed for a different reason as I turned sharply, grabbed my bag, and made to leave. My movements were brisk, almost theatrical, as if the anger boiling within me had nothing to do with the fact that my revenge was being prematurely interrupted.Desmond must have noticed because he rushed toward me, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. “Miss Laila, you don’t have to be angry about it,” he said, his voice soothing,

**Miranda's POV** I stood by the window, the soft glow of the fading afternoon light casting long shadows across the room. Desmond had just dropped me off after a long day of work, but instead of heading inside immediately, I found myself frozen, staring out the window. There was something uneasy in the air, something that gnawed at me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. Desmond was standing by his car, his phone pressed to his ear, his back to me as he spoke animatedly, but I could hear the faintest traces of his voice carrying through the breeze. He was talking to Brenda—the same woman he had sworn to me, time and time again, that he had severed all contact with. His words didn’t match his actions. He lied, and I felt the bitter taste of betrayal rise in my throat. It was a sharp, cold feeling that settled in my gut, something deep and primal, the kind of instinct you can’t ignore. I had always trusted my instincts, but now it felt as though everything

**Miranda's POV**I moved toward the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. As soon as I sat down, I let out a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The soft, luxurious feeling of the mattress beneath me almost lulled me into a sense of calm, but I couldn't afford to let my guard down. I knew exactly what I was doing. I had carefully planned this moment, this confrontation. Desmond had underestimated me, and now it was time to turn the tables.I leaned back slightly, letting my fingers graze the soft sheets, allowing myself a fleeting moment of comfort before the storm would break. I knew he was watching me, probably trying to make sense of what was going on. Desmond always thought he had control, but not anymore. Not after everything that had happened tonight.He took a step closer to me, his eyes fixed on mine, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze. The air between us seemed to thicken, charged with unspoken tension. Without warning, Desmond moved swif

**Miranda's POV**It was laughable, really—Nolan’s audacity to offer his help as though he was exempt from the revenge I had planned for everyone who betrayed me. Did he truly believe he was any different? Did he think I needed him to right my wrongs or to seek justice for the pain I had endured? The thought alone made me want to laugh out loud. I had endured enough to know that I couldn’t rely on anyone but myself. Nolan stood before me, his face a picture of desperation, his dark eyes pleading as he said, *“Let me do it for you, Ms. Lila. I promise, I’ll take revenge for you. I’ll help you.”* I smiled faintly, amused by his persistence, but my voice was steady and firm. “You don’t have to worry yourself, Nolan. I’ll take revenge on my own. I don’t need your help, but thank you for offering.” His jaw tightened, and he took a step closer. “I can help you! I promise. I’m your fiancé. Even if you wanted to cancel our engagement, I st