Semua Bab Ex-Wife Perfect Revenge : Bab 71 - Bab 80

{Martha's POV}"Nathan's birthday is this weekend?" I muttered as I followed Mrs. Evans to the car, my voice laced with disbelief. How could I forget something so important? I scolded myself internally, giving my arm a small pinch to snap myself out of my thoughts."Yes, dear," Mrs. Evans chuckled, her warm eyes crinkling at the corners. She didn’t seem to catch the surprise in my tone, or perhaps she didn’t expect me to forget something as crucial as her son’s birthday.As I slid into the car beside her, a little excitement bubbled within me. Ever since I had known Nathan, I had never visited his workplace. His previous birthday had been a quiet celebration at his mother’s diner, just the three of us. It was simple, intimate, and filled with laughter. But this time, I had been so consumed by my battle against the Hendersons that his birthday had slipped from my mind entirely.Mrs. Evans sighed contentedly, her gaze soft as she looked out the window. “Nathan has always been a wonderfu

{Martha’s POV}Carolina chuckled as she picked up the fruit basket from the table, tossing an apple into the air before catching it effortlessly. “I’m just imagining the look on Rachel’s face when you forced her to sign that restraining order,” she said with a smirk. “All the color in that pretense of a face must have disappeared.”A small smile tugged at my lips, but I didn’t quite laugh. Instead, I leaned against the cool marble counter, pressing my palm against the smooth surface. “It was more than that,” I murmured, exhaling as the memory pricked at my thoughts. It should have been a flawless plan, a clean victory. But no. It was tainted.Because I had kissed Peter Henderson.Carolina, ever perceptive, caught the shift in my tone and leaned closer, eyes gleaming with curiosity. “If it was, then why aren’t you celebrating?” she asked, her voice laced with excitement. Then, as if something clicked in her mind, her mouth fell open. “Wait… is there more to it? Did she, oh my God.” Her

{Martha’s POV}I rolled over in bed, sighing softly as I nestled closer to Nathan, resting my head against his chest. His steady heartbeat drummed against my ear, a soothing rhythm that always made me feel safe. The faint scent of his cologne, rich, woody, and unmistakably him, filled my senses, wrapping around me like a warm embrace.Nathan stirred slightly, his arm tightening around me, his fingers brushing tenderly through my hair.I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of his skin seep into mine.Being with Nathan for the past seven years had taught me what true love should feel like. Safe, passionate, unwavering. If I ever claimed I didn’t love the way he made me feel, I’d be the biggest liar.My mind drifted to a few hours ago, to the way he had looked at me while we were in the pool, the unspoken desire in his eyes, the way his hands traced over my skin before he kissed me. Just the memory sent a shiver down my spine, a soft tingling sensation blooming in my chest.A deep sense o

{Martha’s POV}“If you don’t mind, I’d like to have a drink with you,” Peter said, his voice laced with that all-too-familiar arrogance. His smirk deepened as he shoved both hands into the pockets of his tailored black pants. “How about another glass of champagne?”I looked up, my gaze meeting his golden-brown eyes. They held me captive for a moment, drawing me in like a whisper of temptation I knew better than to listen to. I swallowed and quickly averted my gaze, tipping my glass back to empty the last drop of champagne. The slight burn at the back of my throat did little to ease the discomfort curling in my stomach.“I don’t think you being around me is a good idea, Peter,” I murmured, gripping the empty glass tighter.“Why not?” He shrugged, his eyes flickering briefly around the room as if to remind me that we were in a crowded party. “It’s Nathan's birthday celebration, Martha. I doubt anyone would think much of looking our direction.”I bit my lower lip, hesitating before final

{Martha's POV}Peter exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. His frustration was evident, though he seemed more exhausted than angry. Rachel remained on her knees, her hands clasped together in a desperate plea. Her performance was almost laughable, overly dramatic, insincere, and utterly transparent."Please, Mrs. Evans," Peter finally spoke, his voice laced with resignation. "Forgive Rachel and don’t stop her from coming here. This is the only place she has… and Nathan is her only cousin."Mrs. Evans stood unmoved, her arms crossed over her chest, her icy gaze locked onto Rachel. "She should have thought of that before she ruined Nathan’s birthday by pushing Martha into the pool." Her voice was clipped, every word carrying weight. "She should have known better than to test Nathan’s patience when it comes to Martha."Rachel’s lips trembled, but before she could say anything, Peter shifted uncomfortably, glancing at me before turning back to Mrs. Evans. "I can assure you," h