All Chapters of Revenge On My Ex Husband : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“You want your daughter back?” Rebecca tilted her head, her crimson lips curling into a mocking smile. “Then make a choice your daughter or Lysander. You can only save one.”The words echoed through the room, sharp and heavy, like a blade pressed to Elowen’s throat.A suffocating silence followed, broken only by the soft, fragile sobs of little Eulalia from across the room. Elowen’s hands trembled at her sides, her heart pounding so violently it drowned out the world. Her breath caught, somewhere between a scream and a sob, her mind spiraling through the impossible decision laid before her.Lysander stood stiffly at her side, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle twitched. His gaze never left her, unwavering, stoic but beneath it, Elowen caught the storm in his eyes. He wouldn’t beg. Wouldn’t tell her what choice to make. But he was waiting. Hoping.The clock on the wall ticked, each second heavier than the last.Elowen’s lips curled into a small, unexpected smile. A cold, calculating

Mrs. Cassiopeia sat in her grand sitting room, the faint scent of jasmine lingering in the air. The soft ticking of the antique clock on the wall was the only sound, each passing second fueling her worry. Her gnarled hands tightened around the carved handle of her walking stick, her heart heavy with thoughts of Eulalia.Then, the front doors creaked open.Her head snapped up. Elowen stood there, framed by the golden evening light, cradling Eulalia tightly in her arms. The little girl’s face was pale, but she was safe.Mrs. Cassiopeia gasped, tears springing to her eyes. Relief crashed over her like a wave. She struggled to stand, gripping her cane as she pushed herself up with trembling hands. Her steps were wobbly but determined as she rushed toward Elowen.“Oh, my sweet girl!” she cried, her voice cracking with emotion. She reached for Eulalia, her hands quivering as she took the child from Elowen’s arms. Pulling her close, she hugged her great-granddaughter tightly, burying her fac

Lysander’s hands curled into fists, his knuckles turning white. “Don’t think I’ll let you walk out of here. An eye for an eye.”The room seemed to freeze, thick with tension. The air, once filled with Mrs. Cassiopeia’s sobs, now sat heavy and silent waiting. Lysander lunged forward, his movements sharp, fueled by years of pent-up rage.Mrs. Cassiopeia closed her eyes, her frail body trembling, tears slipping down her wrinkled cheeks. The sounds of betrayal, heartbreak, and vengeance reverberated through the grand hall echoes of a family torn apart.Oxford staggered backward, his breath shallow, fear etching deep lines across his face. He’d known Lysander for years, watched him grow, mentored him even. But he also knew that when Lysander uttered those five words “an eye for an eye” there was no turning back. It meant destruction, merciless and cold.Still, he forced a smirk, masking the terror in his gut. “What will you do?” he asked, his voice shaky beneath the facade.Lysander’s jaw

Elowen reached across the small space between them, wrapping her fingers around Seraphina’s trembling hands. “You don’t have to figure everything out right now,” she murmured. “Just breathe. I’m here.”Seraphina inhaled shakily, her grip tightening as if Elowen’s touch was the only thing keeping her from crumbling. She hadn’t cried not really. The tears sat heavy behind her eyes, threatening, but she held them back with sheer force of will.And then, for the first time since she arrived, she whispered, “Thank you.”The words had barely left her lips when her phone vibrated against the wooden table. The name flashing on the screen sent an icy shiver down her spine. Zephyr.She stared at it, heart hammering. Confused. Scared. Unsure of what to say if she answered.Elowen caught her hesitation and offered an encouraging nod. “Pick it up.”Seraphina swallowed hard, then slid her thumb across the screen.“Thank God, babe. You answered.” Zephyr’s voice was breathless, like he had been waiti

Elowen stood slowly, the quiet scrape of her chair against the floor the only sound in the room. She smoothed her hands over her dress, then crossed the space between them with graceful precision. Settling into the chair across from Seraphina and Zephyr, she crossed her legs, her sharp gaze never leaving them.She had never asked Seraphina about her mother. It wasn’t out of disinterest far from it. She had respected her friend’s choice to never speak of the woman. But now, hearing Zephyr's words, a chill crept down her spine.She folded her hands in her lap. "Why would her mother want her dead?" Her voice was calm, but the steel underneath was unmistakable.Zephyr leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his fingers interlocked. He let out a slow breath, his jaw tightening as he spoke. "From what I’ve uncovered, Seraphina’s mother never wanted her in the first place. She only married her father for his wealth, and children weren’t part of the deal. She was a spy planted by the