All Chapters of A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Damien’s POV"I agree to the divorce."Her words echoed in my mind, filling me with unexpected dread and shock. She had said it with finality, with certainty, as if there was nothing left between us.For a moment, I simply stared at her, waiting—expecting—for the real Celeste to appear. Surely, she’ll take it back.She had to.This was just a test, a reaction, a desperate attempt to get my attention.I waited. But she didn’t falter.She just stood there, chin lifted, back straight, fire burning behind her eyes.For the first time in a long time, she didn’t look like the Celeste who used to chase after me, worship me, and do everything in her power to please me.It was then that I felt something unpleasant beginning to form in my chest. I should have felt relieved. I had wanted this. Hadn’t I?But instead, an unfamiliar tightness gripped my throat—anger, confusion—an increasing discomfort that refused to go away. My fingers twitched at my side, a restless energy rising inside me. Why d

Celeste’s POVThe world around me froze.It was like falling into an ice cave—cold, suffocating, inescapable.Through the narrow gap in the curtains, I stared, unblinking, as my husband kissed my former best friend.The divorce papers trembled in my hands, my fingers curling around the edges so tightly that the sharp paper dug into my skin. I didn’t feel it. I felt nothing. Or maybe, I felt too much—so much that my body had numbed itself in defense.I had suspected something between them.The stolen glances. The way Genevieve always inserted herself between us. The way Damien listened to her, believed her, even when it meant turning against me.Did they plan to frame me so they could send me away? But if that’s the case, why is Damien refusing to sign our divorce papers?My eyes watered as I remained frozen on the spot, my eyes never leaving them. It was like a slow, merciless dagger carving through my chest, deeper and deeper, until I couldn’t tell if I was still breathing.I bit my

Celeste’s POVI stepped out of my car, my heels clicking against the pavement as I folded my arms and leveled Damien with a cold stare."Didn't you want the divorce first?" My voice remained even, but the fury blazed just beneath the surface. "You even announced it in front of everyone at the party. So why are you acting so hypocritical now?"His expression faltered, his lips parting slightly like he hadn’t expected those words. His usual arrogance was missing, replaced with something... darker. Even sadder.He definitely looked conflicted.For a moment, I thought he might actually say something honest. Something real. But then, his features hardened, and the mask slid right back into place."Are you just looking for an excuse to get rid of me faster?" His voice was sharp, taunting. "So you can go and live with your group of lovers?"I let out a humorless laugh, shaking my head. "Right. Because that’s exactly what I did while you were busy parading around with your ‘spare wife.’"His

Celeste’s POVSince getting out of the asylum, I had been staying at Auntie’s apartment—a modest but familiar space that had become my only refuge. But the moment I pushed open the door, a strange feeling crawled over my skin. Something was off.I stepped inside cautiously, my fingers tightening around the keys that were always hidden in the plant outside the door. Right there, by the door—were items that didn’t belong to either of us. A shallow gasp slipped past my lips.Has someone from that hellish asylum come to take me back?I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm. My heart pounded against my ribs as I moved carefully toward the living room. And that’s when I saw her.A middle-aged woman sat comfortably on the couch. She looked up the moment I entered, her warm brown eyes meeting mine."You must be Celeste," she said with a gentle smile. I didn’t move. I had no idea who she was, and after everything I’d been through, trust wasn’t something I gave easily."Who are you?" My

Damien’s POVI had been sitting in my car for what felt like an eternity, parked in the shadows outside the apartment.Through the window, I saw them—Celeste and Theo.Laughing softly. Cooking together. Moving in sync like they had done this a thousand times before.Like a damn couple.I tightened my grip around the glass of wine in my hand, the bitter taste doing nothing to wash away the unease clawing at my chest. The call from Mark echoed in my mind."Sir, we checked everything. The footage at Ravencrest is gone—completely inaccessible. There’s no official record of anything out of the ordinary. But… we did find traces of Mr. Theo Mercer."That bastard had been involved in my marriage.I should’ve known. Celeste’s sudden discharge, her newfound hostility, the way she had completely changed toward me—none of this was a coincidence.He got to her.Manipulated her while she was weak. Twisted her against me.And now, he was here, inserting himself into her life like he belonged in it.