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Ex-husband's Sweetest Revenge. Chapter one; intimidated.
I knocked on my wife’s door, waiting for her to give me permission to come in. But I didn’t hear her voice. I know, husbands and wives are meant to share a room and a bed, but that isn’t the case for Nora and me. We’ve been married for four years, but this is where our marriage has ended up. Four years ago, everything was different. I can vividly remember the last day of college when Nora approached me, confessing her feelings for me, which left me stunned because she was a wealthy girl from an opulent background. Compared to me, I was just a penniless orphan with nothing to offer her. As our relationship grew, her family began to despise me for being poor and lacking prospects. Initially, Nora stood by me, but the pressure on her became unbearable. And Eventually, she broke down. Things began to take a turn as every day became a reminder of how useless and worthless I was to her. I still didn’t give up. I tried countless businesses, determined to prove I could be a better man
Ex-husband's Sweetest Revenge. Another man?
TWO DAYS LATER. I sat in the small cell of the police station, my gaze fixed downwards as thoughts of the incident two days ago swirled in my mind. It felt surreal—arrested for punching Adrian. But honestly, I didn’t regret it. The satisfaction of finally standing up for myself outweighed the consequences. Despite the nagging thought that no one would bail me out, I tried so hard to push it away. A few minutes later, an officer approached my cell, eyeing me with disgust. Slowly, and with a sense of arrogance, the officer unlocked the gate and gestured for me to step out. I hesitated, confused. What was happening? I was sure no one from that family would bail me out, not even Nora. So why was he telling me to step outside? “Step out,” the officer said, his voice flat. “You’re being released.” I blinked, still processing what was going on. Was this a joke? Or a setup? I thought to myself. But slowly, I stepped outside, bracing myself and getting prepared for whatever
Ex-husband's Sweetest Revenge. All, Over...
The moment she raised her hand to show me her ring, I felt my heart shatter. I wanted to speak; I wanted to scream, yell! But I held my tongue. I turned to leave, but she yelled again. “And wait!” I paused. This time, I didn't turn back to them. “You're also leaving,” she said. I frowned, finally turning to her, taken aback. “Right now?” I asked, wondering how heartless and cruel she could be. Nora clearly knew I had nowhere to go, yet she had the audacity to tell me I would be leaving. “First you cheat on me, then you serve me divorce papers, and as if that's not enough, you’re asking me to leave?” “Yes! And you will leave right now!” I turned back quickly as I heard Mrs. Thompson approach us. She smiled at Nora, who slowly put on her robe. Hans leaned back as if watching an interesting scene unfold. I shut my eyes in annoyance because I knew things would only escalate while Mrs. Thompson was there. This can't be happening. “I hope you're not refusing to leave. We
Ex-husband's Sweetest Revenge. No Way!
Without a second thought, I lunged forward, shoving the first guard aside. He stumbled back, his smirk fading into shock. I didn’t wait to see where he landed; I focused on the other two. One of them swung a baton at me, but I ducked just in time, feeling the rush of air as it past me. I countered with a quick jab to his gut, the satisfaction of impact jolting me. He doubled over, gasping for breath. The third guard, now enraged, charged at me. I sidestepped, using his speed against him. He crashed into the wall, a grunt escaping his lips. The first guard was back on his feet, but I was ready for him. As he lunged, I grabbed his arm, twisting it behind him. “Arghhhh!” He screamed in pain and I felt the satisfying snap of his grip loosening as I pivoted, sending him crashing to the ground. Finally, I stood over them, panting heavily. The three guards sprawled on the ground, whimpering in pain, all defeated. I took a slow breath, before I spoke. “You can’t mess with
Ex-husband's Sweetest Revenge. I’ll do it…
“Good day, Mr. Ethan. It’s nice to see you.” The man smiled warmly, but shock coursed through me. How did he know my name? I swear I have never seen this people in my life.( scuffs) This had to be a prank. Maybe the Thompsons were pulling some ridiculous stunt on me. But, looking at these men, with their polished suits and commanding presence, it felt like a stretch. They looked like they belonged to a world far beyond the reach of the Thompsons—like they were these secret detectives straight out of a movie. “How do you know my name? And why am I here?” I questioned, my brow furrowing in confusion. The man didn’t respond immediately; he just maintained that unnerving smile as he handed me the files he held. I took them, my frown deepening. What was going on? As I flipped through the pages, wondering what I was supposed to do with the files, my heart dropped when I saw a picture tucked inside. It was a photo of a man who looked strikingly like me, only a bit older. Beside him s
Ex-husband's Sweetest Revenge. Let’s get you ready.
THE NEXT DAY….The training began the next day in a dimly lit warehouse. Marcus, the man who had just revealed my parents’ hidden lives, was now my mentor. He stood in front of me, his expression serious as he explained what layed ahead. “This is where you’ll learn to harness your potential, Ethan. It’s going to be intense, and you need to give it your all.” I nodded, feeling a bit excited and nervous. This wasn’t an ordinary training; it felt like I was stepping into a new reality. “First, we’ll start with combat basics,” he said, leading me to a training area. “You need to defend yourself before tackling any missions.” We approached a row of training dummies that looked worn but sturdy. Marcus handed me a pair of gloves. “Put these on. We’ll start with some basic strikes.” I slipped the gloves on, feeling their weight, this was strange—New. I watched Marcus demonstrate a series of punches, each movement smooth and precise, the sound of his fist connecting with the dummy
Ex-husband's Sweetest Revenge. My Best Friend.
“Josh?” I stuttered, confusion washing over me. “What are you doing here?” Marcus stepped back, allowing Josh to stand in front of me. He smelled different, like money mint mixed with an expensive cologne. “Josh is your partner for this training,” Marcus explained. “He’s been assigned to guard you until you’re ready to take over your father’s mission.” My heart raced. “Guard me? Why didn’t he tell me?” “Because he has to keep his cover,” Marcus replied, his tone firm. “Josh isn’t just your friend; he’s been playing a role to stay close to you. The truth is, he’s a trillionaire.” I felt dumbfounded—dumbstruck—bewildered. “What? Josh? A trillionaire? No way. He’s been driving an Uber for the past four years,” I said, turning to glance at Josh again. No, this can’t be true. “Exactly,” Marcus said, leaning closer. “He’s been pretending to be average to protect you. His mission is to ensure your safety and prepare you for what’s ahead.” I scoffed, running my hand through my hai
Ex-husband's Sweetest Revenge. (Screams! Pains!)
I stood, confused—he was my partner, not an opponent. But without warning, Josh charged at me, his eyes fixed with a fierce intensity. I barely had time to brace myself as his fist rocketed toward my face. I quickly ducked, dodging his fist. I countered with a kick aimed at his side, but he anticipated my move, sidestepping and grabbing my leg. In an instant, I was off balance, crashing to the ground. The impact rattled through my body, and I struggled to regain my steps. Josh was relentless. He didn’t give me a moment to breathe. He lunged again, this time landing a solid punch to my ribs. Pain exploded, and I gasped, doubling over. I tried to push back, throwing a wild punch, but he ducked and countered with a sharp uppercut that caught me square in the jaw. “Arghhh!” I groaned, stumbling back. I was disoriented. My vision blurred for a moment, but I shook my head, trying to clear it. I couldn’t let him see my weakness, he wanted a fight and I was going to give it to h
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NORA’S POVThe sound of my alarm rang loudly, jolting me from my sleep.The first thought that crossed my mind was Ethan—my encounter with him last night.Never in my life had I imagined Ethan like that. What happened to him? Why didn’t he end up poorer? How did he get so damn rich? He even owned a Lamborghini! This is sick. So sick!I shifted my gaze to my phone on the bedside table as it started ringing.Reaching for it, I saw the caller ID: `Mum`.“Mum,” I spoke as soon as I answered the call.“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” she asked in a panic. Seriously?!“Why are you panicking now? I called you countless times last night, and you didn’t pick up. Now you’re in a frenzy as if whatever danger I was in wouldn’t have harmed me by now,” I replied.From my peripheral vision, I could see Hans was already awake, staring at me.“Honey, I’m so sorry! I had a long day and fell deeply asleep,” she said, and I rolled my eyes.“Why did you call? I hope everything is fine?” she asked, and
Tomorrow….
I frowned, taken aback. “Excuse me? You’re my ex-wife. You divorced me months ago. What do you mean you have rights to my properties?”Nora's expression hardened, and she stepped closer, her voice low. “You really don’t understand, do you? The divorce wasn’t real. It was just a way to get you out of the house.”I blinked, trying to process her words. “What are you saying?”She took a deep breath, her eyes locking on mine. “We’re still legally married, Ethan. I never filed the final papers. I just wanted you gone.”A rush of confusion and anger surged through me, but I tried to hold it in. “You truly are shameless to stand in front of me and rumble this rubbish. Well, married or not, you have no rights to a dime. And trust me, you can try all you want; it’s going to be entertaining watching you fail. Gold digger,” I said, and with that, I turned to leave.How foolish of her to think she could threaten me with my wealth. How naive of her to believe she could still control me like she us
Confrontation.
NORA’S MESSAGE."ETHAN? IS THIS REALLY YOU? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE BROKE! I WAS SURE YOU LEFT WITH NOTHING, WHY DO YOU LOOK SO DIFFERENT? HOW DID YOU GET SO RICH? AND WHO IS THAT LADY WITH YOU. I NEED ANSWERS. CAN WE MEET AND TALK?"I felt a surge of annoyance as I read through the text. She had no right to intrude on my life, she lost that right already.“YOU DONT DESERVE ANY EXPLANATION,” I typed back, but immediately cleared the text. She didn’t deserve my response either.I took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus on Lila, who sat across from me, oblivious to the Anger brewing in my mind.“As we were saying,” I said with a smile, her eyes meeting mine as she began to speak again.I wouldn’t let that bitch ruin my night, not to talk of my plans. ———As we finished our meal. I tried to engage Lila in more conversations, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Nora’s text message. It was best I called it a night, at least, I had some meaningful information. And I wasn’t willing t
Encounters with Ex-wife; Nora.
“Who is she?” Lila asked with a frown, her tone tinged with curiosity and concern.“Sh—she’s…” I hesitated, but then decided to play it cool. “Just someone irrelevant,” I said.I turned to Lila, forcing out a smile. “Let’s go.” I said, holding her hands as we followed the manager, leaving Nora behind. Although I could feel Nora’s gaze on me. I was certain she didn’t see this coming.NORA’S POV.I can’t believe this, No! This can’t be true! Adrian can’t be right.Ethan? How could it be him? Why does he look so different? Richer, wealthier. And who the hell is that girl!God! No! This can’t be happening. How is it even possible? I mean, I was sure he was broke! He had no single dime. What the hell is he doing here looking like that?No! I have to find out! I fucking need answers!MEANWHILE….ETHAN’S POV.Once we were seated, I took a moment to gather my thoughts. Seeing Nora downstairs almost ruined everything. But thankfully, mastering my emotions and not letting it get the best of me
Ethan?
I parked the Lamborghini in front of Marcus's apartment, the engine humming softly as I switched it off. As I stepped out of the car, I noticed Marcus leaning against the wall, arms crossed, waiting for us.“Ethan! You did it!” he exclaimed, a proud grin lighting up his face. “You didn’t even fail on your first mission. Bravo ” He pushed off the wall to meet me.“Thanks, Marcus. It was a bit tense, but I got through it,” I replied, trying to sound relaxed, even though my heart was still racing. Who knew it would end so smoothly, especially after that guy showed up?“It was a bit complicated right?” Josh said with a light chuckle.“Yeah, I was scared at first,” I said turning to Marcus. “But like you said, I used my body language to mask my emotions, and that was why if went smoothly,” I added, and they both nodded in agreement.“Sure, you handled that guy really well. I’m proud of you. But remember to keep your focus on the mission. There’s still a lot at stake,” he said, clapping me
Thank You Ethan.
I could feel Lila tense under my arm as the man closed the distance between us.His eyes were dark—no, light blue, but there was darkness in them. He had tattoos all over his body, including his bald head, Making him appear scary.He stood there for a moment, scanning me, as if trying to gauge whether I was a threat or just another random guy he could handle easily.“Who’s this guy?” he asked again, his tone laced with suspicion.“Just a friend,” Lila replied, her voice shaky. It was clear this man made her anxious.I could feel her pulse racing, and I knew I had to keep things cool. “Yeah, we just met, actually,” I said, forcing a relaxed smile. “She has great taste in jewelry.”The man's gaze flicked between us, skepticism etched on his face. “Is that so?” he replied, crossing his arms. “You think you know her well enough to be hanging your arm around her like that?” the man said.“But she isn't complaining," I said, shrugging casually. “No harm in that, right?”Lila shot me a grat
LILA.
"Yes, that's our Target! Go in now!" Marcus ordered....I took a deep breath, feeling a bit nervous. “Alright, let’s move,” I said, pushing the door open and stepping outsideJosh stepped out next, following closely behind me, his posture that of confidence and focus. It kind of made me feel less nervous. As we approached the entrance of the jewelry store, My eyes scanned the room, landing on the woman in the red dress; Lila. who was now inside. She was focused, checking out the display cases with a casual type of elegance that made her stand out even more.“Wish me luck,” I whispered to Josh as we entered the store. We moved to a spot near the entrance, pretending to look at the nearby displays as I stole glances at Lila, who was now examining a diamond necklace. She was every bit as striking as Marcus had described. Ethan, focus!“Let’s try to get a closer look,” Josh suggested, his voice barely above a whisper. I nodded in agreement as we edged closer, carefully, not wanting
The Jewelry Store.
I stepped into Marcus's office, Josh following closely behind me. The air was filled with cigarette smoke as Marcus sat back in his chair, legs crossed. I watched him take a long drag before exhaling slowly, the smoke curling around him.“You said you wanted to see both of us?” Josh asked, his brow furrowed in concern.Marcus nodded, gesturing for us to take a seat. As we settled in, he quenched the cigarette in an ashtray and opened his laptop, turning the screen toward us.“Our Surveillance captured someone we suspect to be Mr. Barnes's daughter,” he said, his tone serious.I frowned. “Who is Mr. Barnes? And what are we supposed to do with his daughter?” I asked curiously.“Mr. Barnes is a partner of Mr. Hannel, the man who killed your father." Josh explained." Yes. And we need you both to spy on her.” Marcus continued.“Spy on her? We’re not even prepared,” I replied, glancing at Josh, who looked calmer than I expected.Marcus clicked a few buttons, and the screen displayed a m
Josh's past reveal.
As Josh layed sprawled on the mat, I felt a surge of conflicting emotions. Even if I had deafeted him. I couldn't leave there. I stepped forward, extending my hand to him. “Come on, man. Let me help you up.” I said.He looked at my outstretched hand, a grimace forming on his face as he tried to push himself up. “Ugh, I’m too weak for this,” he complained."Common." I insisted. he grunted, taking my hand reluctantly. I helped him to his feet, and he swayed slightly, still trying to catch his breath.Just as Josh was up on his feet. Marcus approached, a proud grin plastered across his face. He stretched out his hand for a shake, and I took it. “Well done, Ethan. You’re ready!” he said and i nodded, a smile breaking across my face, a proud one. “Thanks, Marcus. I couldn’t have done it without your support.” I said.But truly. If it hadn't been Marcus. Training me constantly. Deciding my meal plan. Or even waking me up every morning at four Am. I'm not sure I would have been able to tak
