All Chapters of Ex Wife Craves Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Chapter 1I sat at the backyard waiting for my husband, I was heavily pregnant and my little son was behind me , He looked sleepy so i took him to bed and rocked him till he fell asleep, As i walked out , My husband came home.He wrecked of alcohol,Aaron had a successful business that i had invested my whole inheritance to save him from being bankrupt, i sold our family estate and invested in him : i was a stupid young girl in love and to make it worse , The man i had made this investments for hated me and made my life a living hell , I was heavily pregnant and yet he would still beat me up . Tomorrow was going to be our 10 years anniversary of this non ending hell. “ Are you drunk ?” I sighed with my hands on my waist , I was drained, Earlier today Aaron’s mother and sisters had made me serve 50 people at a family party and yet my efforts wasn’t appreciated. I was the family slave and i wasn’t a wife , i was a means for their son to have a child . “ Ohh look it’s my fat ugly wife !

Chapter 3Aaron’s house was packed with mourners dressed in somber shades of black, murmuring condolences and exchanging hushed whispers. The air was thick with the scent of fresh lilies and the weight of fabricated grief. A large, framed photograph of Miranda rested on an easel, her smile frozen in time—a cruel contrast to the lies being spread about her even in death.Aaron stood at the center of the gathering, playing the role of the grieving husband. His voice carried a false tremor as he addressed the room. “Thank you all for coming,” he began, dabbing at his dry eyes with a handkerchief. “This has been a difficult time for me and my family. Miranda… she was troubled in the end. I suspect she was having an affair, and when she couldn’t handle the guilt, she ran off to meet her lover. I don’t know who killed her, but I will ensure justice is served.”Gasps rippled through the crowd, and Aaron’s mother, Clara, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. His sisters, Lilian and Grace,

The room was dim, illuminated only by the soft glow of a desk lamp where Alex worked silently. The sound of his pen scratching against paper filled the air, but his attention kept drifting toward Miranda, asleep on the hospital bed. Her chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, her face peaceful—a fragile moment of calm after months of torment.Suddenly, a sharp scream shattered the stillness.Alex’s head shot up, his heart racing. Miranda bolted upright in bed, her face drenched in sweat, her eyes wide with terror. “No! Stop!” she screamed, clutching her head. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, her body trembling uncontrollably.“Miranda!” Alex was at her side in an instant, his hands on her shoulders, steadying her. “Mira, it’s okay. You’re safe. I’m here.”Tears streamed down her face as she looked at him, her voice breaking. “I remembered,” she choked out. “I remembered everything, Alex. It all came back… the years of pain, the beatings, the lies… and that night—Aaron fired those sho