All Chapters of Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

{Martha's POV}I pulled myself out of bed after struggling to sleep. My mind kept circling back to one thing, getting revenge on the Hendersons. As far as I knew, my parents’ company and properties still accounted for forty-five percent of the total holdings that had been left to me.And that forty-five percent was the same portion Peter Henderson had offered to invest in the Evans company. I needed a plan to take everything back, not just the assets, but my dignity. And before it was too late, I had to teach Peter a lesson he would never forget.As my feet touched the cold tiled floor, a chill prickled through me. I reached for my robe, wrapping it around myself before heading to the kitchen for a cold drink to cool the heat creeping through my body.The kitchen was dark when I stepped in. I ran my hand along the wall, feeling for the control box, and flicked on the light. The sudden brightness made my pupils contract, and I squinted, raising a hand to shield my eyes before stepping

{Martha's POV}I settled into my chair the moment I stepped into my office, my fingers drumming against the desk as I picked up a blue file and skimmed through it."This is going to be my comeback, Henderson," I murmured with a smirk before dropping the file back onto the table.The sound of the door opening made me look up expectantly, almost hoping Peter Henderson had walked in already, but it was too soon. Instead, Hendrix entered, holding the file Brea had just been carrying not long ago."Miss Evans, here are the termination documents for the Henderson," he said, extending the file to me.I took it from him, flipping through the pages briefly before setting it down."Alright, I'll call you if I need anything else," I told him. He nodded softly before turning and walking toward the door.My gaze lingered on the file, the smile on my lips unwavering, until a deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts.I looked up to see Peter Henderson striding into my office, dressed in a brown shir

{Martha's POV}I handed my bag and jacket to Carolina before walking toward Mrs. Evans and Peter. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, as if the air had suddenly thinned, or maybe that was just how I perceived it.Peter sat calmly, a worried expression plastered on his face, while Mrs. Evans had a slight arch in her brow. I spared Peter a brief glance before making my way to Mrs. Evans, taking a seat beside her."Martha, how was work today?" Mrs. Evans asked with a warm smile, though her gaze flickered toward Peter."All good," I replied, making an effort not to look in his direction. Mrs. Evans gave me a subtle knowing look before turning back to Peter."Mr. Henderson, I apologize for any inconvenience the cancellation of the investment contract may have caused," she said, and Peter’s gaze snapped to her. "We've been waiting for Martha to arrive so we could see if there's anything she can do."I swallowed hard, heat rising in my chest as I waited to see where this conversation was h

{Martha's POV}The next morning, I woke up before the sun had fully risen, its golden light barely peeking over the horizon. I slipped out of bed and made my way to Nathan’s door, standing hesitantly in front of the oak panels.After everything that had happened yesterday, Nathan’s anger, my guilt, there wasn’t much I could do now except apologize.I took a steady breath and knocked softly. No response. I knocked again, waiting a little longer, but still, nothing.Just as I reached for the handle, the door creaked open, revealing Nathan standing before me.His eyes met mine, softer than I had imagined all night. I thought he would avoid me or greet me with a frown, but instead, his expression was warm, almost comforting."I… I…" I stammered, lowering my gaze to the floor. My nails dug into my palms as I struggled to find my voice."You don’t have to apologize again, my love," Nathan’s calm voice pulled my gaze back to his. "You’re the CEO anyway, but…""Whatever I do from now on, I’ll

{Martha's POV}The next day I stepped into the office feeling both relieved and curious. I needed to know who had taken the video of Rachel’s outburst. While I wasn’t angry, far from it, actually, I was grateful. Still, my curiosity was gnawing at me.Hendrix walked beside me, matching my pace as we entered the elevator and rode up to the first floor. Once we reached my office, I moved straight to my chair, crossing my arms against the desk. Hendrix, always efficient, placed a stack of files neatly in front of me, then stood by, waiting for instructions.I bit my lower lip, debating whether calling for a meeting would help me identify the person or if I should just let the matter slide."Is there anything you’d like me to do, ma’am?" Hendrix asked, his deep voice calm."Yes, Hendrix," I said, my tone firm. "A video of Rachel’s outburst was posted online yesterday. I want to know who recorded it. Call all the staff to my office, now."For a split second, Hendrix lowered his gaze to the