My Ex wife is back again

It feels like a nightmare where no one is there to wake me up. The spirit world is angered and my spirit is troubled to the point that I can't breathe. Seeing the man that tried to ruin me, killed me, in my eyes now serving for his deeds. He can't walk anymore. He can't leave me now. But I can't destroy him yet. Not until I have custody of my son again.

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Chapter 5

As Susie tucked James into bed, she couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty that had been building up inside her. She had been playing the role of the nanny for weeks now, and it was taking a toll on her. But she knew she had to keep up the act if she wanted to stay close to her son.

As she closed the door to James's room, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. She had made it through another day without arousing suspicion. But little did she know, her life was about to take a dramatic turn. She walked downstairs, she noticed her phone buzzing on the kitchen counter. She picked it up, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw another message from an unknown number.

"Meet me tonight at the old oak tree in the park at 10 pm. Come alone," the message read.

Susie's mind racing, she tried to process who could have sent the message and what they wanted. Alex. He must have found out. But she was in a different body.She looked around the kitchen, feeling a sense of unease. Was this a prank, or something more sinister?

She thought about ignoring the message, but her curiosity got the better of her. Who could be behind this, and what did they want with her? She couldn't shake off the feeling that this message was connected to her past, to Alex, or maybe even to her current situation as a nanny.

As she pondered what to do, she heard Natasha's voice behind her. "Susie, can you make sure James's lunch is packed for tomorrow?"

Susie quickly hid her phone and turned around, trying to compose herself. "Of course, Natasha. I'll take care of it."

But her mind was still reeling from the mysterious message. She knew she had to be careful and figure out who was behind it. She couldn't let her guard down, not now, not when she was so close to her son.

As the night fell, Susie found herself growing more and more anxious. She knew she had to decide whether to ignore the message or take a chance and meet the mysterious sender.

As she lay in bed, she couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty. Who was behind the message, and what did they want with her? She knew she had to be brave and find out.

At 9:45 pm, Susie made up her mind. She would go to the park and see who was behind the message. She knew it was a risk, but she couldn't ignore the feeling that this was connected to her past, to her son, or maybe even to Alex.

She quietly got out of bed and made her way to the park. The old oak tree loomed in front of her as she walked through the darkness. She looked around, but there was no one in sight.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. Susie's heart racing, she tried to make out who it was. But the figure remained silent, its face hidden in the darkness.

"Who are you?" Susie asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

The figure didn't respond. Instead, it took a step closer to her. Susie's heart racing, she tried to step back, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot. She needed to know it was Alex that was behind this. A flash of light beamed at her face , causing her not to see clearly. And then, everything went black.

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The crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow across the Weaver estate's grand ballroom, their light dancing off champagne flutes and diamond jewelry. I stood in the corner, my white cane tapping softly against the marble floor as I tried to orient myself in this sea of voices and clinking glasses. "Nadia, darling, you look absolutely radiant tonight," Mrs. Harrington's voice dripped with false sweetness as she brushed past me. "So brave of you to come out like this." I smiled politely, though my heart wasn't in it. Five years of blindness had taught me to read people through their tones, and hers screamed pity. "Thank you," I replied, my fingers nervously twisting the engagement ring Nikolas had placed on my finger before his arrest. "I couldn't miss welcoming Nikolas home." The Homecoming Gala was in full swing—a lavish celebration for Nikolas Weaver's release from federal prison. Five years ago, I had sacrificed my eyesight to save him in that terrible car crash. Tonight was supposed to be our reunion, the beginning of our promised future together.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.6

After My Fiancé Shared Me with Three Strangers

8.6

My fiancé, Russell, invited me to his seaside villa for a getaway with his childhood friend, Sunny, and the Warren brothers. For seven nights, I was wrapped in his arms, thinking it was a reconciliatory gesture after our big spat when Sunny returned from abroad a month ago. Despite her insistence on avoiding marriage, she demanded that my fiancé help her have a child. Our fight left Russell ignoring me, but now I thought things were finally getting back to normal. A month later, I discovered I was pregnant and excitedly rushed to share the news with him, only to confront a group chat on his computer in his study. Sunny had posted a disgusted emoji, saying, "A whole month and there's no sign of a baby bump on her. What's wrong with you three brothers?" One brother replied, "We took turns with her for seven days; she should have conceived by now. Besides, Sunny and Russell had fun too, didn’t you? Why isn’t your belly showing anything?" Russell’s response was, "Sunny and I have all the time in the world; she'll get pregnant eventually. As for you guys, should I arrange another go?" Another message read, "Gracelynn's sweet voice still haunts me.

Modern Mystery Romance

9.1

After My Husband's Public Betrayal, I Was Dying

9.1

I stared at my laptop screen in disbelief, my fingers frozen over the keyboard. What had started as another mundane Monday morning—another all-hands Zoom meeting for Ryan's marketing agency—had suddenly transformed into my personal nightmare broadcast live to thousands. "Amanda," Ryan's voice came through crystal clear, his face softened in a way I hadn't seen directed at me in years. "I can't keep pretending anymore. I love you. I've loved you for months." My husband didn't know his webcam was still on. He didn't realize the breakout room had failed to activate. He had no idea that his declaration of love for his colleague was being streamed to the entire company—and beyond, since someone had shared the LinkedIn Live link with external partners. I watched the chat explode with shocked reactions. Someone typed my name with a string of exclamation points.

Modern Mystery Romance

8.8

Betrayal Cost a Child's Life

8.8

The door swung open, and there he was—my Austin, my husband of three years, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway light. My heart leapt as it always did at the sight of him, but something was wrong. His expression was strained, and he wasn't alone. "Austin?" I stepped forward, my arms already reaching for him. "You're home early. I thought your Seattle meetings would run through tomorrow." He didn't move into my embrace as he usually would. Instead, he gestured behind him, where a petite woman with wide, doe-like eyes stood clutching a small overnight bag. "Esmeralda, this is Keyla Tucker," Austin said, his voice oddly formal. "She saved my life during the crisis with the Westlake merger." I froze, my arms still outstretched. "Your life?" "The building was being evacuated.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

Beyond The Billionaire's Betrayal

9.4

I just found out my husband of five years has been cheating on me the whole time. I'm done being the ugly housewife he made me. Now, he wants me back, but all I want is revenge-and I'm ready to get it.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.2

From Barren Wife To The Don's Queen

8.2

I was reviewing the laundering accounts when my husband asked for a hundred thousand dollars for the nanny. It took three seconds for me to realize the woman he was trying to pay off was wearing my missing vintage Chanel earrings. Damian looked me in the eye, using his best doctor's voice. "She is struggling, Ainsley. She has five boys to feed." When Casey walked in, she wasn't wearing a uniform. She was wearing my jewelry and looking at my husband with intimate familiarity. Instead of apologizing when I confronted them, Damian protected her. He looked at me with a mixture of pity and disgust. "She is a good mother," he sneered. "Something you wouldn't understand." He used the infertility I had spent millions trying to cure as a weapon against me. He didn't know that I had just received the investigator's file. The file that proved those five boys were his. The file that proved he had gotten a secret vasectomy six months before we started trying for a baby. He had let me endure years of painful procedures, hormones, and shame, all while funding his secret family with my father's money. I looked at the man I had shielded from the violence of my world so he could play god in a white coat. I didn't scream. I am a Pierce. We execute. I picked up my phone and dialed my enforcer. "I want him ruined. I want him to have nothing. I want him to wish he was dead."

Mafia Modern Romance

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