CEO's Ex Wife Revenge

The Chrysler

ANASTASIA'S POV:

Five years ago, I disappeared from York city.

When the divorce papers came, it took me three days to sign them.

This was what Zeke wanted and I couldn't deny his happiness.

The Donaldsons never liked me. They thought I was a gold digger who agreed to marry Zeke because of his money.

I proved them wrong when I left without a penny. I only kept full custody of my child without child support.

Zeke never cared. I disappeared from York city to go live with my aunt at the countryside.

The first six months were the toughest for me. I waited for Zeke's call, but it never came.

Being a single mother was new to me, and I could barely get along. I couldn't return back to acting movies because I had retired.

Beside no one would cast me for a role. I've lost my beauty which I was famously known for as an actress.

I was at my lowest. The only one who stood beside me was my aunt and Timmy.

After a year, I stopped waiting for Zeke's call. Instead I took actions upon myself and began a comeback.

I was still the renowned famous actress, Anastasia. I toiled day and night, using my influence and connection.

In a stretch of three years, I founded my own fashion brand worth millions, lost weight, regain my lost beauty, and made a comeback that surprised even myself.

After five years, I finally I returned back to York city for one purpose—revenge.

"Excuse me, I want to touch my makeup," I excused myself from the dinner table and walked to the restroom.

Standing before the mirror, I brought out my lipstick and applied it across my lips.

I saw a strong powerful woman reflected on the mirror. I was proud of this woman. I love how I've finally got to discover my worth.

"Anastasia!" Someone called from the doorway.

I recognized that voice but I pretended to be busy with my make-up.

"You know, you didn't have to follow me all the way here. You could've just approached me at the event, Sandra," I said.

Sandra approached me, she has this habit of folding her arms. There was a malicious looks on her face that ruined her makeup.

"Why are you back in York city, Anastasia?" She demanded hoarsely. "You're not welcomed here anymore."

I rolled my eyes. "And why can't I? I have the same rights as you. Besides, this isn't your city."

"The Donaldsons own 10% of this city. And I'm a member of the family, so I've got bigger rights."

I turned to face her, smiling. "You're still a mistress, Sandra. You don't have the connections I had when I married Zeke."

"That still doesn't answers my question," she snapped. "Why are you back? You should be dead by now."

My smile widened a little. "I've come to crush you, Sandra, and your relationship with Zeke, just like you did to mine."

"Revenge?" Sandra laughed. "I thought you were better than that. Aren't you too meek to be vengeful?"

"Aren't you worried you'll never rise to wife status," I shot back. "Oh, I forgot. You still haven't."

Sandra smile slipped and was replaced by growling teeths. "Listen here, you piece of s**t. Zeke is my man now. I won't let you drop from nowhere and take him away from him."

"Allow me to correct one impression, Sandra," I eyed her closely. "I didn't return back to York city to snatch Zeke from you. You can have Zeke, he's all yours, but you won't have peace."

Sandra clenched her fists. "You're playing with fire, Anastasia. I'd advise you pack up and leave York city. Before you try to crush me, I'll destroy you first."

I maintained a deadpan expression then responded calmly. "I'll take you on. Be prepared, Sandra, because I'm coming for everything."

I have no intentions to drag on our little chat so I grabbed my purse and walked out of the restroom, leaving her livid in rage.

* * * *

Zayn was waiting for me when I returned back to our table.

"What took you so long?" Zayn asked.

I smiled at him. "Just had a little conversation with an old friend."

"Sandra?" Zayn frowned. "What is she saying?"

"She wants me to leave York city," I responded, sipping my champagne. "I told her to make me. The battle line has been drawn. She's going to come at me with everything she's got."

Worried creases formed on Zayn's face. "Anastasia, you know you don't have to go ahead with this revenge scheme of yours."

"I've made up my mind already, Zayn," I raised my hand to stop him from saying any more. "Zeke ruined my life. It's my turn to ruin his."

Zayn was a good guy. When I first met him, he was an underpaid model struggling for his big break in the modeling industry.

I saw potentials in him and hired him to model for my brand.

He was only eighteen then but over the course of the years I've been with him, he's grown into a fine handsome man.

I hired Zayn for two good reasons, to model for my brand and secondly, to create a false impression on Zeke and everyone else that we were dating.

"Trust me, I'll never forgive Zeke for making you suffer," Zayn continued after a moment pause. "I'm just worried you'd get blinded by your thirst for revenge and hurt yourself."

I shook my head, giving him a reassuring smile. "Nobody's going to hurt me anymore. I'll be fine. It's about time I retire to my hotel. We've achieved what we came here to achieve."

I've got a knack for killing two birds with one stone.

Attending the gala tonight was not just to announce my return to York city but to also establish relations with the city's big shots.

My brand, ORANGE was having it's first expansion in York city. I was here on a business trip as well as revenge.

Tonight, I've earned tremendous support from investors and billionaires interested in my brand.

I was on top of the world. Nobody can stop me now.

* * * *

Zayn and my two bodyguards escorted me outside the Emerald Dome where my Lamborghini was waiting for me.

After biding them goodnight, I hopped in and sped away.

On my way to the hotel, I noticed I was being followed by a Chrysler Jeep.

I frowned. Who in the world could that be?

I pumped more gas into my Lamborghini and sped like crazy on the freeway, determined to lose the Chrysler.

The Chrysler was relentless but it couldn't match my speed no matter how fast it sped to catch up with me.

Suddenly I stopped my Lamborghini as I crawled to a police check-point with a barrier.

I rolled down my window as they approached me. "Is there a problem officer?"

"We just received a call to stop a woman driving a Lamborghini," the cop replied with a stern face.

I narrowed my eyes. "A call from who?"

Behind me, the Chrysler pulled up beside me, and a chauffeur jumped out, and ran to the rear door.

When he opened the door, I sighed in exasperation.

It was Zeke.