All Chapters of Revenge of the discarded ex-wife : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LORRAINE'S POV"What's this?" I demand, snatching both the ID and the envelope from Jessica's hold.Why on earth does a new ID have my former name on it? What is she up to?"I am changing my identity so that your ex-husband will want me. He already gifted you a big house, it's my turn," she answers and I freeze in horror. "You . . . are stealing my identity to con my ex-husband? Have you lost your mind? Please tell me you did not do those surgeries to look like me!" I yell at her. "Lucas Ravenwood just wants a Lorraine that loves him. Why are you being so possessive of an identity you no longer use?" she stupidly asks. "I am also sure there are other women that look like you so it doesn't matter if I do as well," she adds. How on earth did I even become friends with such a psycho? She actually thinks it's her right to steal my identity just so she can have a relationship with my Ex-husband. I wonder what else she has done behind my back. I rip apart the envelope and more documents

LORRAINE'S POVI am utterly shocked that it takes me a moment to pull away from his embrace. "I am not having sex with you! They are my designs and you got no right to have them," I snap.He sighs, turns and walks back to the table. "Maybe we should talk like adults. This beautiful lunch was prepared for you," he says, taking his seat and gesturing at the one across from him.I do not intend to make this look like a date, which I imagine to be the thing he seeks. But if he can forcibly kiss me then I can also take his food. Not in a nice way though.I walk to the table and grab the aromatic piece of cheesecake on one of the plates while still standing on my feet. I chew without giving a shit about grace."You have grown such an interesting personality since we separated. I would be enthralled to have you on my bed once more," he says with his enticing smile. "Your money doesn't impress me anymore if that's what you think would entice me to warm your bed again. Give up my designs and

LORRAINE'S POV"I would beg you to keep the shoes if they weren't from that demon. Did he really think he can buy back your love?" Ryder Sterling asks as the team of auctioneers lead us to a secluded room where our rich buyer is supposed to make the payment for the shoes. I had no idea that there were such elite auction events until the actor told me about this one. The heels sold for a staggering amount of fourteen million dollars, which is nearly double the price that they are actually worth. I do not need to sell anything else to increase my contribution. "Is there something else that he gave you that I am not aware of?" Ryder Sterling asks. "No of course," I reply even though it shouldn't be his business. "Will you sell the mansion as well?" he asks. "No. I will figure out what to do with it," I answer. "Let me know when you are ready to get rid of it and need my assistance," he offers.I nod. The auctioneers direct the rich woman who made the last bidding to deposit the fin

LORRAINE'S POVWho on earth throws a party to celebrate the fall of another person? Ryder Sterling must have been obsessed with destroying my ex-husband to have seen it fit to invite me and his rich, famous friends to this little celebration. It's the first time I have set foot in his stunning house. It's not exactly a huge mansion, but the interior has quite the exquisite decor. For some reason he has got a sculpture of Julius Caesar as the centerpiece of his spacious ballroom. There is pretty of expensive wine and good music. Some guests even brought gifts to congratulate the actor for successfully defaming mighty billionaire Lucas Ravenwood. I have spotted several of my ex-husband's old enemies looking quite exhilarated. I am sure some of them sponsored the protests that are now calling for Lucas Ravenwood's arrest and prosecution.The actor smiles proudly as the guests shower him with praise. I personally think that it's too soon to be celebrating. It's highly doubtful that Luca

LORRAINE'S POVI hand Ryder Sterling a glass of wine as soon as we walk into my apartment. My apartment is not as luxurious as the hotels he prefers to sleep in. But it's his choice to be here."I ordered food for us," he informs after taking the drink. "We can relax and talk about our future," he suggests with a seductive smile. "I do not mind talking about business," I state. "What do you think of the name Gracewear as our brand's name?" I ask, taking my seat on the couch."Fantastic," he happily approves while taking a seat beside me. "Your creativity never fails to amaze me." He leans in and pecks the side of my neck. "I would give up anything to be more than friends with you.""We are business partners," I remind. "Would you consider letting us be romantic partners some day? If . . . I turn out worthy of your love, of course," he asks.He is rich and almost as good-looking as my ex-husband. There is a chance he could make a perfect boyfriend. But love is something I swore neve