The Genius Ex-Wife’s Revenge Portfolio novel Chapter 225

Ella’s eyes went red in an instant. She always knew he was an expert at cutting people down. When he wanted to hurt someone, he never held back. He’d strip away every last bit of their dignity.

She hadn’t asked Lilly to call him. But honestly, even if she had, so what? He was the one who didn’t use protection.

“I get it. Don’t worry. I won’t call you again.” She forced herself to look up, blinking hard to keep the tears from falling. She refused to let him see her cry. “You can leave now.”

David saw the redness in her eyes and, for a moment, it felt good. Like he’d finally gotten some payback. He hated her. He hated that she never showed up that night, even though he’d called his secretary on purpose, knowing Aiden would run to her. But she never came.

What he hated even more was that she called him after she fainted. She’d taken pills for Atlas and had an allergic reaction, and she still called him for help? Who did she think he was to her?

His words came out even colder, totally unfeeling. “Let’s just get divorced as soon as possible. We can keep it from my grandmother for now, but we should get the papers signed…”

He didn’t even finish before Ella snatched a pillow and threw it at him. “Get out!”

She wanted him gone.

The pillow hit his face and dropped to the floor. Next thing she knew, David was on top of her, pinning her down on the bed.

Ella tried to fight him off, but he grabbed her wrists and held them tight against the mattress. His voice was cold and sharp. “Ella, who said you could lay a hand on me? Have I been too nice to you?”

She tried so hard not to cry, but the tears came anyway. They fell in big drops, running down her cheeks and blurring her vision.

She cried.

David’s chest tightened. He wanted to see her cry, but now that she was, he hated it. She always did this to him. Messed with his head, made him feel things he didn’t want to feel.

He was about to say something, but then he noticed her collar. The way he was holding her down made her collarbone come into view, covered in dark bruises. Kiss marks. They trailed down, disappearing beneath the soft curve of her chest.

David could picture the scene with Atlas—how wild and intense it must have been.

A flash of rage lit up his eyes. All that softness disappeared. This was just another one of her games, another way to get to a man.

She didn’t love him anymore.

He let her go and sat on the edge of the bed.

Ella turned away, curling up on her side with her back to him. She wiped her face with her hand, her voice quiet but steady. “I’m ready for a divorce whenever you are. Just tell me when.”