All Chapters of Ex-Husband’s Nemesis: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2When I opened my eyes, the blinding light of the hospital room made me squint. My body felt heavy, and an ache spread across my abdomen. As I slowly sat up, the thin hospital gown brushed against my skin, and that’s when I saw it—the stitches running down my stomach.Panic gripped me as the memories came rushing back. The crash, the voices, the sirens… the words of the doctor: “The baby didn’t survive.”“No!” I screamed, my voice raw and filled with anguish. “Where’s my baby?!” I clawed at the covers, yanking them off as if the baby would magically appear underneath. My breathing grew ragged as I screamed louder, tears streaming down my face.A nurse rushed into the room, her eyes wide with concern. “Ma’am, please calm down! You’ve been through a lot—”“Don’t tell me to calm down!” I shouted, clutching my stomach. “Where is my baby? Where is my child?!”The nurse placed her hands gently on my shoulders, her voice steady but soft. “Ma’am, I’m so sorry for your loss. You need

Chapter 4The morning of my discharge, I stood in front of the hospital mirror, fixing my blouse and adjusting my blazer. I looked tired, broken even, but my eyes burned with purpose. I wasn’t leaving the hospital just to return home and lick my wounds. I was headed to the lion’s den—Jason’s family home—to claim what was rightfully mine.I knew what awaited me. His mother, Greta, had always hated me. She never approved of Jason marrying me, calling me a gold-digger even though I gave up my wealthy life to build one with him. His two sisters weren’t any better, treating me like an outsider despite the years I spent trying to please them. Today, though, I wasn’t looking for their approval. I was here for justice.The chauffeur pulled up in front of the sprawling Whitman estate. The sight of the grand mansion used to fill me with pride; now, it only fueled my resolve. I took a deep breath, stepped out of the car, and walked up the marble steps.A butler opened the door, his expression ne

Chapter 6The helicopter’s blades were loud, filling the small cabin. I sat still, hands tight in my lap, my heart beating fast. My eyes went straight to my mother.She hadn’t changed much—soft eyes, warm smile—but her face carried new lines. Worry lines, guilt whispered. The kind you give someone when you break their heart. My hands gripped my knees, knuckles white, as I fought the urge to turn away.“Mom…” My voice cracked. The word barely left my lips.Her head tilted slightly, her eyes softening. “Yes, baby.” Her hand reached out, trembling, and brushed a strand of hair away from my face.I flinched. It wasn’t her touch that hurt—it was the gentleness in it. The way her fingers lingered, as if afraid I might disappear. My chest tightened.Her eyes roamed over me. My dirty hair. My bony shoulders. The faded uniform that hung off my frame. Her lips pressed together, but not fast enough to stop the quiver. She was trying not to cry.I dropped my head. My fingers dug into the fabric o

Chapter 8 Andrea’s POVThe sound of the helicopter jolted me awake. I didn’t even know when I had fallen asleep.“You’re awake,” my mother, Eleanor, said to me.“Yes, Mother,” I said, stretching my body, it ached from exhaustion I could see the estate from a distance. Reality started sinking in, my heart pounding in my chest. The past few hours had felt like a dream—one moment, I was trapped in that terrible place Jason had dumped me, and the next, I was rescued. Now, I was going back to the place I had once called home.My mother placed her hand over my trembling ones, her touch warm and reassuring. I could see the concern in her eyes, the way they searched my face as if trying to read my emotions.“Andrea, breathe. You don’t need to panic. It’s your father we’re going to meet, and I know he will be happy to see you. So, relax.”Her voice was soft and soothing, the way it had always been when I was a child. Mother’s words had always been a source of comfort, but right now, I couldn

Chapter 10 I stood frozen, my mind replaying his words. “This isn’t the first time I’ve given you a rose .” What did he mean? I turned to him, confusion creeping into my voice. “What are you talking about?” Jake leaned his head slightly, his lips curving into an amused smirk. “You mean you don’t remember? You’re hurting my feelings, Andrea.” Why was he speaking so casually with me, as if we were friends? “You didn’t give me any rose, Jake. You’re just trying to play games with me,” I said, with frustration in my tone. He giggled, shaking his head. “Hmm… Andrea, I thought you were smarter than this.” His smirk deepened. I crossed my arms. “And why are you talking to me like we’re friends? Just because you saved me doesn’t mean we’re best buddies. Just answer my question—did I take a rose from you? Because as far as I know, I don’t remember.” Jake let out an excessive sigh and placed one hand on his chest while the other folded behind his back. Then, in a dramatic vo