All Chapters of RISE OF THE EX WIFE : Mona's Revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 32St. Bartholomew's Cathedral stood majestically against the clear spring sky, its Gothic spires reaching toward heaven as they had for centuries. The same hallowed church that had witnessed Mona's fairy tale wedding to Alexander Kane just months earlier now stood half-empty, its vast interior emphasizing the sparse attendance with cruel efficiency. Where international dignitaries, business titans, and A-list celebrities had once filled every pew to capacity, with overflow seating added in side chapels, scattered local socialites occupied only the front rows, leaving embarrassing gaps in the congregation that even strategic flower arrangements couldn't disguise.The morning sunlight streamed through stained glass windows, creating kaleidoscope patterns that danced across empty seats. Each vacant pew represented another social connection lost, another ally who had abandoned the Caldwell ship for the rising Kane empire."Darling," Mrs. Harrison whispered to her companion, her v

Chapter 34The penthouse media room glowed with dozens of high-definition screens, each displaying a different angle of the Caldwells' destruction. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a spectacular city view, lights twinkling against the darkening sky like witnesses to the unfolding revenge. Mona reclined on a butter-soft leather chaise, crystal champagne flute balanced elegantly between manicured fingers, watching her vengeance unfold in real-time across multiple news channels."CALDWELL DYNASTY FALLS: Society Empire Crumbles in Hours""WEDDING DISASTER: Inside the Final Celebration""FINANCIAL RUIN: Caldwell Industries Faces Bankruptcy""SOCIAL MEDIA ERUPTS: #CaldwellDownfall Trends Worldwide"The room was designed for comfort and power, richly textured fabrics in deep blues and charcoals, custom lighting that highlighted the wall of screens without causing glare, and a subtle scent of sandalwood from hidden diffusers. This was how the truly powerful watched the world: from plush seats

Chapter 36Mona hurled a crystal vase against the wall. It exploded into a thousand glittering pieces, scattering across the penthouse's marble floor like fallen stars. The water that had held long-stemmed roses spread in a dark puddle, petals floating like tiny boats on the expanding sea of her rage."Two hundred million!" she screamed, her voice raw. She grabbed a delicate porcelain figurine from a side table and smashed it next. The sound was satisfying but not enough. Nothing was enough to quiet the storm inside her.The television droned on, the news anchor's voice sickeningly cheerful as she reported on the "miraculous financial recovery of the Caldwell family." Images of Lora and Samuel flashed across the screen, smiling and waving to reporters outside the mansion that was supposed to be in foreclosure by now."Sources say the young Mrs. Caldwell accessed her substantial trust fund to stabilize the family's finances," the reporter continued. "A romantic gesture that has the cit

Chapter 38The Caldwell mansion's morning room erupted in chaos as financial news blared from multiple screens. Lora stood barefoot on the Persian rug, her silk robe askew, last night's makeup smeared beneath eyes swollen from interrupted sleep. Her fingers clutched the remote so tightly her knuckles turned white as she jabbed at the volume button, forcing everyone to hear the news that had shattered her world."BENNETT EMPIRE SHIFTS: Heir Change Shocks Society""19-YEAR-OLD JAMES BENNETT NAMED SOLE SUCCESSOR""KANE INDUSTRIES SIGNS HISTORIC DEAL WITH BENNETT CORPORATION""Ten billion!" The words exploded from Lora's throat like shrapnel. She hurled her teacup with such violence that it left a dent in the wall before shattering, tea splashing across priceless artwork like blood. "Ten BILLION dollars! That witch orchestrated everything! She bought my grandmother's loyalty with a business deal!"Her chest heaved with each ragged breath, nostrils flaring, veins standing out on her neck.

Chapter 40Blood-red rose petals created a fragrant path through the penthouse, starting at the private elevator and winding through rooms filled with priceless art and furniture. Mona followed the trail, her fingers brushing against marble countertops and silk wall coverings, wondering what occasion warranted this display. The path led to their terrace, where the evening air carried the scent of jasmine and distant rain.Candlelight flickered against crystal and silver, casting dancing shadows across a private feast laid out under a blanket of stars. The city stretched below them, a kingdom of lights and possibilities. Alexander stood waiting by the balustrade, Manhattan's glittering skyline behind him like a custom backdrop. He was still in his business suit, but his tie was loosened, and his expression held an uncharacteristic softness that made him look younger, almost vulnerable."What's all this?" she asked, taking in the romantic setting, white orchids floating in crystal bowls