THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEFUL WIFE RETURNS

Layla was escorted back to her mansion in Harlow’s car as she didn’t want the stalker to follow her back to her apartment. She would love to spend the night with Grandma Hamilton, but the bad memories she has of this place wouldn’t let her stay.

At every turn, everything she stared at reminded her of the tortures from her previous life. All she wanted to do was leave.

Now standing outside the Villa, the elderly woman instructed her chauffeur, "Are you sure you don’t know where I’m talking about?" The young man shook his head. She has been trying to explain the destination to the man for minutes now. Grandma Hamilton looked frustrated.

"I can just direct him there when I get there," Harlow suggested.

"Isn’t that too much? My grandson knows around the city very well, I’m sure he would be more than pleased to take you there." Alanis who was forced to see his wife out was shocked at his grandmother’s words.

All Charlotte Hamilton wished for was for both people to settle their differences quickly as the good grandmother she is. Yet was also so greedy and eager to have her grandson with her again.

"I should have escorted you two, but this old woman needs a little rest too." She said patting the shoulder of her grandson. If only he wasn’t so uptight like his father, he would have seduced the girl long ago.

Like she has said to him countless times, she does not want any other granddaughter-in-law who isn’t Harlow.

Alanis and Harlow stepped inside the car and the chauffeur drove off. Grandma Hamilton waved them goodbye till the car was out of her sight.

"What visitor do you have at this time of the night Grandma?" Lia stepped out of her mother’s Villa only to see the old woman, with Alanis and Harlow. She hated that girl because she had humiliated them.

She will never let Harlow return to their family ever again.

"What a silly child, you should head on home rather than looking for the next gossip." Grandma Hamilton waved her off and started walking away.

"Brother Alanis will never remarry that girl, not after the humiliation she caused us Grandma," Lia said.

"He’s getting married to Claudia, stop forcing something that isn’t there." Lia started walking away. Grandma Hamilton clicked her tongue. These people, if only they stop listening to their gullible mother and think for once.

Harlow had done everything for them in her past life, yet they praised the wrong person. The thief who always steals. She shook her head and walked into her Villa.

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The atmosphere in the car was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that clung to the air like a heavy fog. Neither Harlow nor Alanis dared break the silence at first, both lost in the labyrinth of their thoughts.

Alanis stared out the window, though his mind wasn’t on the passing scenery. His focus lingered entirely on the woman beside him.

On Harlow, his wife.

Or perhaps, his estranged wife. He wasn’t sure anymore.

He wrestled with his emotions. Was it love he felt for her, or merely pity for the trials she had endured in his past life? The suffering he had ignored back then haunted him now, but he couldn’t discern whether his feelings stemmed from guilt or genuine affection.

What he did know, however, was that Harlow was unlike anyone else he’d ever met. He hated that he realized that the very day she died.

Her presence was magnetic, her fiery spirit impossible to extinguish. She stirred something deep within him. Something Claudia never had. With Claudia, it had always been surface-level, predictable. But with Harlow? She ignited a passion, a longing he couldn’t ignore.

Maybe this was his punishment, a twisted form of penance for the way he had failed her in their past life. Perhaps, in this life, it was his turn to chase her, to earn her forgiveness, even if it seemed impossible.

"We didn’t conclude our conversation from last time," Alanis said suddenly, breaking the silence.

Harlow didn’t turn to face him. Her gaze remained fixed on the darkened streets outside the window. Her voice was cold when she finally responded. "There’s nothing to conclude, Mr. Hamilton. I’m still waiting for the signed divorce agreement you were sent."

Alanis’s jaw tightened. "I’m not signing it."

That made her turn. Her piercing green eyes locked onto his, sharp and unyielding. "Why not?"

His own dark eyes softened as they met hers, his voice dropping to a tone she hadn’t expected. "I have no idea what I did on our wedding night to make you hate me so much." Maybe he had been too drunk to remember.

Did he hurt her?

He really wanted to know...

Harlow’s heart clenched. Wedding night? Was he serious? He wanted to narrow it down to one night. How about the other days before?

The days of their courtship that he would rather spend with her sister than her. He treated her like dirt and she would always foolishly keep dreaming of him.

She forced a bitter laugh, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why can’t you just accept that I’m no longer in love with you?"

That sounded impossible. People cannot just fall out of love in one night. Something must have happened. Did his family threaten her?

But she punished them all that morning so he doubts it was because of his family.

Alanis leaned closer, his gaze on hers. "What is it about me that you hate so much, dear wife?"

Harlow’s fists clenched, her patience snapping. The word WIFE annoyed her more than anything. "I hate you. I hate your stupid face, your smug smile, your insufferable arrogance. I hate the way you talk, the way you walk, the way you think you’re entitled to everything. I hate your ego. I hate every damn about you!"

Her voice rose with each word, raw emotion pouring out like a dam breaking.