All Chapters of Revenge On My Ex Husband : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Get the hell out of my son’s house!” Mrs. Thalassa’s voice cut through the dimly lit room, sharp as a blade, echoing off the walls. The venom in her words struck Elowen like a physical blow, freezing her in place. Three years of marriage, three years of love now shattered with a single command.Elowen’s heart hammered in her chest as she stood, rooted to the spot. This was her home too, wasn’t it? But in Mrs. Thalassa’s eyes, she was an intruder. Her gaze swept the room, once filled with love and laughter. Now, it felt foreign, hostile. The air buzzed with betrayal.Her fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms. She had devoted herself to Caspian since childhood, her love wrapping around him like vines. But those vines had turned to shackles, tightening with each passing day, choking the life out of her. His touch once warm and tender now felt cold, like a ghost of what they once shared."Why should I leave my husband's house?" Elowen’s voice trembled, weak against th

Elowen stepped off the train, her heart racing as she scanned the bustling city of Alphacrest. The cacophony of voices and the rhythmic clattering of luggage on the platform felt like a distant storm, but one familiar face stood out amidst the chaos. Seraphina beamed at her from the crowd, a handmade sign with Elowen's name scrawled in bright red letters held high.“Elowen!” Seraphina called, her voice cutting through the noise like a beacon. Before Elowen could respond, Seraphina swept her into a tight embrace. The familiar scent of vanilla and jasmine enveloped her, grounding her in memories of laughter and simpler times.“Come on, let’s get you home,” Seraphina said, grabbing Elowen's suitcase with a determined tug.As they drove through the city, the lights blurred past like fleeting memories, but Elowen felt the weight of unspoken tension thickening the air between them. She stared out the window, lost in the shadows of her past.Once inside Seraphina’s apartment, silence stretch

Elowen turned slowly, her heart pounding as her eyes met Caspian’s across the crowded lot. His piercing gaze narrowed in suspicion. She lowered her cap, tugging it further down her face, and adjusted her mask to obscure her identity. Her every instinct screamed at her to remain calm, even as her pulse quickened.“Who are you looking for?” Caspian’s tone was measured, but the steel edge in his voice betrayed his unease.Elowen hesitated for a beat, carefully schooling her expression. “I’m just looking for a friend,” she replied evenly, gesturing vaguely toward the far side of the lot. “I must have gotten the address wrong.”Caspian’s sharp gaze lingered, scanning her face for cracks in her story. “Strange place to meet a friend,” he said, his voice low. “I could help you find them.”“No need,” she said, her voice clipped as she took a deliberate step back. “I’ve got it under control.” Turning on her heel, she walked away, her pace steady despite the fire raging within her.Sliding into

Elowen slammed the car door shut and trudged into the house, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor. Her phone buzzed just as she sank onto the plush sofa.“How did the meeting go?” Seraphina’s voice came through the line, light but curious.Elowen groaned, rubbing her temples. “Horribly. Imagine planning a wedding for two people who can’t decide what they want. And the fiancée” her voice sharpened “she thinks she can boss me around. If it weren’t for my revenge, I’d never have set foot in this cursed city again.”Seraphina sighed on the other end. “Elowen, this is Lysander Caius we’re talking about. You know how powerful he is.”Elowen’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “I don’t care about his power. All I care about is settling the score.”“Fine. But speaking of settling, there’s a party tonight a big one. Hosted by Aurelia, the top fashion designer in Apex Grove. She sent an invitation to the office this morning.”Elowen arched a brow, intrigued. “Why would she invite m

“You should be careful, Elowen. He could kill you at any time,” Lysander said, his tone nonchalant, as though discussing the weather.Elowen raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a slight smirk. “And why are you telling me all this?” she asked, her voice calm, yet sharp enough to cut through the thick air between them.He leaned in slightly, a mischievous glint lighting up his eyes. “Let’s just say... no woman has ever broken the record.”Her smirk deepened. “Record? You make it sound like you’re running some sort of contest.”Lysander chuckled softly, his laugh low and intimate. “In a way, I am. They all want the same thing one night in my bed or the chance to become the mother of my child.”Elowen tilted her head, studying him. “Oh, is that so?” she said, her voice layered with mockery. “Then you should know, Mr. Lysander, that I’m not one of those women. I don’t chase after men, and I certainly don’t need your help to get what I want.” She stepped back, turning to leave. “If you