All Chapters of Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

{Martha's POV}I scrolled through the files on my desk with a satisfied smile. Everything was settled; all I needed now was to wait for the profits. Closing the file, I leaned back against my chair, spinning it around to face the glass wall. The city looked surreal from up here, like something out of a TV show.Smiling, I closed my eyes, taking a deep, relaxing breath. The door creaked, and the next thing I heard were footsteps. I spun the chair back around to face the door.Thankfully, it was Cherie. She walked in and said, “It's lunch break, ma’am. What would you like me to get?”“Have you had lunch yet?” I asked her.She briefly shook her head, forcing a small smile, clearly surprised by my question. “No, ma’am. I was just about to get mine.”I stood up, grabbing my bag from the small locker beside my desk. “Let’s go out for lunch.”Her face brightened into a genuine smile. “Okay, Miss Evans.”I handed her my bag, and she took it. We walked out of the office together, with me leadi

{Peter's POV}I stared at the phone in my hand with a wide smile. I couldn’t believe she fell for it, she didn’t even recognize my voice. It was good that she didn’t, and I had played my game well.I stood up from the bed and walked over to the wardrobe to change into something decent. Maybe a green sweatshirt and black pants would look casual. I slipped into them, selected one of my favorite romantic perfumes, the kind that always set the mood just right, and finally grabbed my keys from the nightstand.“Honey, where are you going?” Rachel’s voice rang out just as I was about to leave the room. It suddenly dawned on me that she’d been there the entire time. I turned in her direction. “I have an important meeting to attend at eight.”She sat up on the bed, wiping her eyes with her palm before focusing them on me. “Why now, honey? I wanted us to spend some quality time together. Do you always have to go to meetings?”Her complaints had no real merit, and every minute she delayed me in

{Martha's POV}The soft, rhythmic beeping of my phone pierced through my groggy state, pulling me from sleep. My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself curled up on the backseat like a child seeking warmth. My body ached, and my damp clothes clung to my skin, I reached for my phone staring at the screen for a while before dropping it back. I straightened up, my gaze shifting to the driver’s seat expecting to see Peter but he wasn't there.“Martha, oh my God, what happened?” Carolina’s voice startled me as she swung the door open, her eyes widening in alarm.I sighed, casting a weary glance at my soaked clothes and dripping bag. The rain had done a number on me, and now the chill seeped into my bones. Gently, I climbed out of the car as Carolina reached over to grab my bag.“Don’t tell me you've been under the rain,” she said, her voice filled with sympathy “Please don't tell me you got into the rain because of Peter.”“No, I didn’t,” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. My fin

{Martha's POV}"Mr. Henderson, you can’t go into her room," I heard Carolina’s firm voice outside the door. "She's resting for now, you can wait in the living room untill she wakes up."Her words pulled me from sleep, the muffled argument catching my attention. Slowly, I sat up, my body aching but with a faint relief settling in. The door was shut, but Carolina’s raised voice pierced through.Gripping the doorknob, I hesitated for a moment before turning it. The door creaked open, and I found myself face-to-face with Peter. His piercing eyes locked onto mine, filled with a strange mix of concern and something I couldn’t quite place.Carolina stood behind him, her face twisted in frustration. "Martha, how are you feeling now?" Peter asked, his voice calm, almost tender, laced with a sympathy I didn’t want.I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned and walked back to the bed, pulling the blanket over me as though it could shield me from his presence. Carolina followed, positioning herself prot

{Nathan’s POV}"Please, Dr. David, cover for me for the next three days. My girlfriend is sick, and I need to be here for her," I said, pressing my phone to my ear as I paced across the living room, hoping David would agree to my request.David let out a deep sigh, and I understood why. It wasn’t easy for him, most of my patients preferred my presence over his, and he knew it."Alright," he finally said. "But just for three days. Anything beyond that, count me out.""Thanks, buddy," I said before the call ended.Sliding my phone back into my pocket, I ran a hand through my hair before settling onto the couch. Rachel's words echoed in my head."I saw them together under the rain, Nathan. Peter didn’t know I followed him. At first, I thought it was just a random emergency, but then I saw him carrying her in his arms—" her voice had wavered, almost breaking.I had seen the unshed tears in her eyes, the fear she was trying so hard to hide."Something is going on between them, Nathan, and