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Dear Ex-husband, I'm back for revenge
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Chapter 6 A poisoned love letter img
Chapter 7 A Wife's Mask img
Chapter 8 Living With the Devil img
Chapter 9 A dangerous invitation img
Chapter 10 Demon hunter. img
Chapter 11 The savior img
Chapter 12 Fractured Guard img
Chapter 13 Which version of me img
Chapter 14 framed img
Chapter 15 unexpected traitor. img
Chapter 16 fooled img
Chapter 17 checkmate img
Chapter 18 who is the pawn img
Chapter 19 your secret img
Chapter 20 Ruin me img
Chapter 21 biggest lie img
Chapter 22 pulse rising img
Chapter 23 fastasy img
Chapter 24 she wants me img
Chapter 25 She wanted a war img
Chapter 26 Lovesick teenage img
Chapter 27 I can't help it img
Chapter 28 Once bitten, Twice shy img
Chapter 29 Cost of loving her img
Chapter 30 Mystery guy img
Chapter 31 Handsome disaster img
Chapter 32 Traitor img
Chapter 33 My grandmother img
Chapter 34 What the heck img
Chapter 35 Lost brotherhood img
Chapter 36 Florence Nightingale img
Chapter 37 Make me img
Chapter 38 The Price of Pride img
Chapter 39 Mommy, I like him img
Chapter 40 She is like her img
Chapter 41 Heated img
Chapter 42 Wildlife img
Chapter 43 One stone,two birds img
Chapter 44 are you hurt img
Chapter 45 Maybe this time img
Chapter 46 Deal img
Chapter 47 vampire img
Chapter 48 Scumbag img
Chapter 49 You loved him img
Chapter 50 fate img
Chapter 51 I want him img
Chapter 52 Are you sure img
Chapter 53 insane img
Chapter 54 Our company img
Chapter 55 what is fate playing at img
Chapter 56 Welcome to torture img
Chapter 57 Face your heart img
Chapter 58 Get me a daddy img
Chapter 59 wait, did she just kiss me img
Chapter 60 Finally img
Chapter 61 just getting started img
Chapter 62 smiling like fool img
Chapter 63 is he daddy img
Chapter 64 And there it was img
Chapter 65 Did I fail her img
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Dear Ex-husband, I'm back for revenge

Author: Glowing
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Chapter 1 The Ghost Bride Returns

(third person pov)

The Blackthorne gala didn't feel like a party. It felt like a crown waiting to drop. The air was heavy with money and ambition. Men stood in quiet knots, trading looks like stock tips. Women glittered like diamonds under glass, every smile sharp, every move measured. Tonight wasn't about love. It was about power.

The ballroom sat at the top of Blackthorne Tower, seventy-five stories above Chicago. Floor-to-ceiling windows turned the city into a map of lights, but no one cared. All eyes were on Damien Blackthorne, the man who could change lives with a single name. Tonight, he would choose a bride. And everyone in the room wanted to watch history bend.

The band played low, soft enough to let whispers run free. Rumors jumped from lip to lip.

"I hear it's Elise. The senator's daughter."

"No. Too soft. He'll pick Vivian. She's brutal enough to hold her ground."

"They say he already knows. This whole show is just for us."

Damien stood near the center of it all, tall, still, unreadable. He was dressed in black, no tie, the picture of control. Beside him stood his brother, eyes on the crowd, ready to move if needed. Around them, investors and allies floated like vultures waiting for scraps.

The announcer stepped up to the mic. The music faded. The room shifted as if leaning closer.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, voice smooth, practiced. "Tonight we close one chapter and begin another. The heir to the Blackthorne empire will name his bride, a woman worthy of standing beside a man who carries a city in his hand."

The crowd hummed with quiet excitement. Some smiled with confidence. Others clutched champagne flutes like lifelines. The women lined up near the stage, eyes wide, chins high, hiding nerves behind perfect lipstick.

The announcer continued, drawing it out, letting the pressure climb. "This union will not only shape a future, it will secure a legacy."

And then the doors slammed open.

The sound was clean, sharp, violent in its simplicity. The band stopped mid-note. Heads whipped toward the entrance.

Evelyn Lockwood walked in like a storm wrapped in silk.

Red. That was the first thing anyone saw. A red dress that bled across the marble like fire on ice. Her hair swept back, her eyes alive, dangerous, hungry. Five years gone. Five years buried in whispers, funerals without bodies, lies polished into truth. And now she stood here, not just alive-furious.

She cut through the crowd like a knife through silk. Each heel strike echoed, a heartbeat, a countdown.

A murmur spread fast, snapping from mouth to mouth.

"Evelyn Lockwood?"

"She's supposed to be dead."

"This can't be real."

She reached for a tray without looking, plucked a glass of champagne, held it like a weapon. Her voice carried, sharp and sure.

"Hello, ex-husband. I'm back."

The room froze.

Every gaze swung to Damien.

He didn't move. Not an inch. Not a blink. The most powerful man in the city stared at the woman he had lost, loved, destroyed-no one knew for sure-and his face was stone.

No shock. No anger. Just cold, steady calm.

It made Evelyn's teeth grind.

Fine, she thought. If he won't burn, I'll burn it for him.

She turned so every woman in that line, every man watching with greedy eyes, could hear her next words.

"Before we all pretend nothing happened, let's make this clear," she said. "Damien Blackthorne and I are still married. Separated, yes. But no divorce was ever signed. Which means-" she paused, let the silence stretch, let it cut "-no one here is getting engaged tonight."

Gasps ripped through the room. Futures cracked like thin ice. One woman dropped her glass; it shattered loud in the hush. Investors cursed under their breath. Mothers clutched pearls. Whispers exploded, chaos muffled under chandelier light.

Evelyn drank. Slow. Savoring the wreckage.

Then she walked toward Damien.

The crowd parted like she carried a blade.

She stopped in front of him. Close enough to smell the cologne he hadn't changed. Her heart beat like a drum she wanted to smash.

"Surprised to see me?" she said, her tone calm, almost playful. "You shouldn't be. You knew I wouldn't stay gone forever."

Damien's expression didn't flicker, but his chest felt like a steel trap.

"Did you think I died after what you did?" she pressed, heat riding her words.

Still he said nothing.

Her lips curved, small, deadly. "I came back," she whispered, "to make your life a living hell."

His silence wasn't fear. It was worse. It was dismissal.

It cracked something inside her. Rage bloomed, hot and clean.

He just stared at her. Fine, she thought. "Let's see how long you can pretend." Two could play cold

She smiled for the cameras, turned like she hadn't just dropped a bomb in the middle of the city's most powerful room.

She took the microphone. No one stopped her.

"Good evening, Chicago," she said. "I'm Evelyn Lockwood. The only ghost Damien Blackthorne didn't bury deep enough and the only nightmare he would never wake up from."

The room erupted.

Voices overlapped in whispers and shock. Cameras flashed. Phones streamed. Somewhere, someone gasped. But Damien didn't move. He couldn't.

She placed a thick black-and-gold folder on the podium with a heavy thud. The sound echoed through the ballroom.

"This," she said, "is a marriage contract."

Murmurs swept across the room like a wave.

"Signed. Dated. Legally binding."

Evie looked back at him, eyes burning now.

"You remember the vows, Damien? The ones you ignored when you threw me away?"

He didn't speak. Couldn't.

Her voice dropped just enough to draw the crowd in closer.

"I thought about burning it all. Destroy everything you own? Your company, your name, your little glass kingdom? Exposing your secrets. Ending your reign with a single press release."She smiled darkly.

"But no. That would've been too kind. That wouldn't torture you enough."

The audience was frozen. Phones were out. Livestreams were already rolling. People at home were watching this unfold in real time and no one dared interrupt her.

Evie looked around the room slowly, then back at him.

"So... let's rewrite the story, shall we?"

"And this time, everyone here gets to bear witness."

She leaned forward, eyes sharp enough to cut.

"So, I've decided to give you a choice. Sign it or watch everything you built collapse. Brick by brick. Lie by lie. Until your empire burns." The room was frozen.

No one dared interrupt her.

"Let's see what kind of king you are when your queen comes back from the dead."

She stepped away from the mic.

Damien finally breathed. His voice scratched the back of his throat, but nothing came out. His entire body felt like it had stepped into a storm he thought he'd buried long ago.

Evie stared at him, calm and deadly.

"Your move, husband."

            
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