บททั้งหมดของ Revenge On My Ex Husband : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Mrs. Cassiopeia’s gaze lingered on Leander a moment too long, her expression a curious mixture of longing and disbelief. Realizing Elowen had noticed, she quickly averted her eyes, a faint smile curling her lips. “Your son…he’s a handsome boy. He has a brightness about him, just like my grandson used to,” she said, her voice soft, almost wistful.“Oh?” Elowen tilted her head as she handed the water bottle to Leander. Her son took it eagerly, gulping it down, and Elowen couldn’t help but smile. “Are you here with your grandson, then?” she asked, curiosity sparking in her tone.The older woman chuckled, shaking her head. “I wish. He’s far too busy to join me for something as simple as a day at the park. I come here to soak in the joy of the children. Their laughter…it fills the silence of my days.” Her gaze strayed to the playground, her eyes crinkling as a group of kids shrieked in delight over a game of tag.“That’s lovely,” Elowen said. She adjusted Eulalia’s hair, tucking a stray cu

Elowen lingered in her seat, her gaze fixed on Lysander. Her lips curled into a soft smile, one that carried both grace and resolve. “I don’t think I need your help. But thanks for the offer.” She rose with practiced poise, smoothing out the invisible creases on her dress. “If you’re ready to move forward with the wedding planning, you know where to find me.”Her heels clicked against the polished floor as she made her way to the door. Pausing briefly, her hand resting lightly on the handle, she glanced back at Lysander, her voice steady but edged with finality. “Just remember, I have two months here. After that, I’ll have fulfilled my end of the bargain.” Without waiting for a reply, she stepped out, the door clicking softly shut behind her.Her phone vibrated in her bag as she strode toward the elevator. Fishing it out, she read the text with an arched brow:It’s me, Aurelia. If you’re less busy, you can stop by my office.A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. Well, well. Let’s

Mrs. Cassiopeia sat in her plush armchair, the DNA test results trembling slightly in her hands. The golden afternoon light filtering through the lace curtains illuminated her lined face as her eyes darted over the document again. She couldn’t believe it. The children were his undeniably her grandson’s.A soft chuckle escaped her lips, though it was laced with disbelief. “So, it’s true,” she whispered to herself. For a moment, she let the enormity of it settle. Then, a sly smile crept onto her face. This wasn’t just news; this was leverage.She rose to her feet, leaning slightly on her ornate walking stick. “Fetch the car,” she ordered one of the household staff. “The best one. It’s going to be a gift.”The servant hesitated. “A gift, ma’am?”“Yes,” she snapped, but not unkindly. “For the mother of my great-grandchildren.”With a sharp inhale, she picked up her phone and dialed her grandson, Lysander. The line clicked, and his voice came through, light and casual. “Granny? What’s the

Elowen leaned back in her seat, her fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel. Andrew sat nervously in the passenger seat, his hands clasped tightly together, his eyes darting between her and the dimly lit street ahead. The silence in the car was suffocating until Elowen broke it with a sharp exhale.“I’m going to give you an assignment,” she said, her voice low and deliberate.Andrew swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. “Anything, ma’am. Just tell me what to do.”She turned her head slightly, her piercing gaze cutting through him. “I want you to find the actors and actresses Caspian discarded. The ones whose careers you helped destroy. They’re still in G Group, aren’t they? Languishing in the shadows, deemed useless?”Andrew flinched. He had heard rumors about Elowen’s determination, but sitting next to her now, he felt the full weight of her presence. “Y-yes, ma’am,” he stammered. “But…why do you need them? They’ve been cast aside for a reason. Their careers are…”

“Granny, can I speak to her alone?” Lysander asked, his voice low, almost cautious, as if he feared the answer.Mrs. Cassiopeia studied him briefly before nodding. Without another word, Lysander stepped away from her, his gaze fixed on Elowen as she strode toward the mansion.“Elowen,” he called out, quickening his steps to catch up.She stopped just before reaching the grand entrance, her back stiffening. Slowly, she turned, her eyes narrowing as they met his. “Why are you following me?” Her tone was sharp, defensive.Lysander opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, she crossed her arms and tilted her head with a mocking smile. “I never knew the great Lysander was such a creep,” she added, stepping closer until they were almost eye to eye. Her presence crackled with defiance, her words laced with venom.Lysander flinched inwardly but kept his expression calm. He watched her, the fiery determination in her eyes, the curve of her lips twisted in disdain. She was a far cry fro