All Chapters of Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

{Martha’s POV}The moment I slid into the backseat of the cab, I inhaled deeply, trying to steady my erratic heartbeat. As I exhaled, the weight of my failure settled over me like a thick, suffocating fog. With a heavy sigh, I dropped my purse beside me and ran a shaky hand through my hair, fighting the urge to scream.It had all been for nothing.The documents weren’t where I thought they’d be. Worse, I had almost gotten caught by Peter. The thought of his piercing gaze, the way he studied me as if he knew exactly what I was up to, sent another wave of panic through me.“Shit.”I slammed my fist against the worn leather seat, the sudden impact startling the driver enough that he glanced at me in the rearview mirror.“Are you okay, ma’am?” His voice was cautious, his eyes flickering to mine before returning to the road.I forced a weak smile, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear, though my fingers trembled slightly. “I’m fine. Just having a shitty day.”The driver hummed in r

{Martha's POV}The moment I thought of calling Mrs. Evans, I should have known it wasn’t the best idea. Especially when I was the one at fault. But I had no other option, I was desperate.Nathan wouldn’t listen to me, wouldn’t even look at me. Each passing minute felt like my heart was breaking into pieces, the weight of it pressing against my chest so hard I could barely breathe.Mrs. Evans didn’t waste a second. She arrived at Nathan’s mansion in record time, rushing inside to find me sitting on the couch, looking as though I had run barefoot for miles. My body felt drained, my mind racing through all the ways this night had gone wrong.She hurried toward me, her face laced with concern. “Martha, what happened?” she asked, her voice both firm and gentle. “Please, be honest with me. Don’t hide anything. Where’s Nathan?”“He’s in his room,” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. “He won’t talk to me… or anyone.”Mrs. Evans sighed and lowered herself onto the couch beside me. “It’

{Martha's POV}Nathan stood up, but he didn't look in my direction. It was obvious he was trying to avoid eye contact with me."I'm not cutting things off with you," he said, his voice steady but cold. "I just don't want you around me."His words struck like a dagger to my chest. My breath hitched as panic set in."No, don't do this to me," I sobbed, shaking my head. "I know it's my fault. I should have told you earlier. I should have... told you I'm Martha Stewart."Nathan's head snapped toward me, his brows furrowing in anger. His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking as he processed my words."I still don't understand why you lied to me," he said, his tone sharp. "Even if you had told me about your past, I wouldn't have judged you for it."I tried stepping closer, reaching for him, but he stepped away as if my touch burned him."I would have helped you," he continued, voice thick with frustration. "I could have gotten you a lawyer, investigated the case, fought for you." He raked a hand

{Martha's POV}I inhaled deeply, letting the air fill my lungs before releasing it in a slow exhale. My fingers traced small, anxious circles against my palm as I sat in Michael’s sleek black SUV, parked right in front of one of my parents' former companies, now defaced with a massive golden sign bearing the Henderson name.My stomach twisted with unease.This building had once belonged to my family, a legacy built with years of dedication. But now, it stood as a cruel reminder of everything that had been stolen from me.I should have gone inside with Michael.Maybe I should’ve been there to witness the exact moment Peter's arrogant smirk faltered as Michael handed him the court's first interrogation letter. The thought alone gave me a sick sort of satisfaction.After my failed attempt to retrieve the documents myself, this lawsuit was my last hope.I leaned my head against the headrest, staring out the windshield at the glassy surface of the towering structure. A part of me feared th

{Martha's POV}I stared at my reflection in the mirror longer than I should have. The woman staring back at me felt unfamiliar.I had woken up early, determined to prepare myself for the first court interrogation regarding my inheritance, an inheritance that now bore every ounce of the Henderson name.My fingers brushed through my sleek hair, pulling it back to examine my face, searching for any remnants of the past. But the reflection staring back at me was different. My perfectly sculpted features were a stark contrast to the overweight girl who once carried the name Martha Henderson.That girl was gone.The sharp ringing of my phone pulled me from my thoughts. I turned, walking to the bed and grabbing my phone."Hello, Michael," I answered, my eyes flickering to the mirror once more. My voice was steady, but my heart wasn’t."I’ll be out in a minute."Grabbing my bag and keys, I straightened my posture and took a deep breath before stepping out of the room.The morning air was cris