All Chapters of Chasing His Ex-Wife Back: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Ava stood inside a penthouse, it was a twenty five story building from ground level and Ava was at the first floor, gazing at her reflection in the mirror, a glass of wine held delicately in her hand. The door opened, and Stanley entered, his head bowed. "All plans are set, Ma’am," he said, his voice low. "Partners?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. "All done," Stanley replied, his eyes cast downward. Ava's gaze intensified. "Proceed." Stanley nodded and exited the room, leaving Ava to her thoughts. The next morning, Amelia sat in front of the TV, her eyes fixed on the news casters. Her maids were carefully painting her nails when a breaking news changed the channel. "Breaking news: the Mr. Greenfield case has been reopened," the anchor announced. "New evidence suggests the Timberlakes had a hand in Mr. Greenfield's death, as well as his daughter Emily Greenfield, who died in a fire outbreak years ago. Sources close to the investigation reveal the Timberlakes sought to

In the morning, Luke sat in the sitting room, sipping a cup of tea, his eyes fixed on the stairs as Ava descended, her hair messy and her eyes still heavy with sleep. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back soon?" Ava asked, her voice still husky from sleep. Luke shrugged his shoulders. "I wanted to surprise you. But instead, you surprised me." Ava opened her mouth to say something, but paused, her voice catching on a single word: "You..." Luke noticed her hesitation and asked, "How are you, Ava? Last night you were a disaster. Still having sleeping troubles?” She didn’t respond, instead she asked him a question. “how's my mother? How did the surgery go?" Luke’s expression turned concerned. "It went fine, she's still in recovery. But you should have stayed with her, not come back here to fight for nothing." “Like you said, she’s fine! Why are you making it an issue?” Luke's sighs, his eyes filled with understanding. "It's better if you stay with her, Ava. I

The meeting with Doctor Veronica lasted for an hour, until Ava was escorted out of the office by the therapist herself, who smiled warmly as Ava thanked her with a bow. As she turned to leave, Ava heard her name called out by a familiar voice. "Ava!" She turned to see Amelia standing in the waiting area, looking just as surprised to see her. "Ava, what a surprise to see you here," Amelia said, her eyes narrowing slightly with curiosity. Closing the gap between them. "Likewise," Ava replied, trying to sound casual. "What brings you here?" Amelia's eyes lingered on the door to the therapist's office. "I must have made a mistake. I thought this was the dermatologist's office." Ava chuckled awkwardly. "Oh, no, this is the therapist's office. I just came to visit Doctor Veronica and thank her for something." Amelia's eyes still looked suspicious, but she nodded. "Oh, okay. Well, I'm still waiting to see the doctor." Ava nodded. "Okay, well, I'll see you later then." As

Ava asked, "Amelia, do you love everything?" “It’s like you knew my size already. Everything suits perfectly on me.” Amelia nodded happily, her eyes sparkling. "Yes, I do! And can I call you sister?" Ava smiled, her voice warm. "It's okay by me." Lisa, feeling a bit distant from the conversation, spoke up. "Excuse me, Ava, may I use the restroom?" Ava nodded. "Of course, Lisa. Do you want me to show you the way?" Lisa shook her head. "No, just describe it, and I'll find my way up." Ava pointed towards the stairs. "It's upstairs, second door on your left. You can't miss it." As Lisa headed towards the stairs, Amelia turned back to Ava, her eyes shining with excitement. "Sister, can I try on some more clothes?" Ava smiled, her heart heavy with memories. "Go ahead, Amelia. Try on whatever you like, they’re all yours." Ava forced herself to smile, her lips curling up in a fake gesture of warmth. She hated every minute that Amelia remained inside her house, but how long

Ava's smile was a masterful blend of sweetness and malice, her lips curling up in a sly, sideways curve. It was a smile that hinted at secrets and schemes, a smile that suggested she knew something you didn't. As she gazed at the screens, her eyes landed on another video feed, this one showing the interior of the Timberlakes' house. But the image was fuzzy, the camera's battery low. Ava's eyes narrowed, her smile faltering for a moment. Just then, Stanley walked into the room, carrying a cup of tea. "Here, I brought you something to drink.” He dropped the tray beside her table. “what's going on?" he asked, noticing her intense focus on the screens. Ava's smile returned, wider and more menacing than before. "I need to go into the Timberlakes' house," she said, her voice low and determined. “The cameras are low, I have to replace with a new one.” Stanley's eyes widened in alarm. "Won't that be a risk? How do you plan on doing it?" he asked, setting another tea down on a nearby co