The Genius Ex-Wife’s Revenge Portfolio novel Chapter 94

Ella snapped the photo back into the box before anyone could see. “Grandma, that’s just an old picture of me. I looked awful back then, you really don’t want to see it.”

Grandma Chelsea laughed and pulled her hand back. “My Ella, ugly? That’s impossible.”

Felix the butler agreed right away. “Absolutely impossible.”

Ella glanced at the two of them, feeling the warmth in the room, then lowered her head and took a bite of the soup.

Just then, the maid’s voice floated in. “Sir.”

Ella looked up to see David walking in.

Grandma Chelsea’s eyes lit up. “David, you’re home.”

David shrugged off his suit jacket and handed it to the maid, then strode into the living room.

Ella paused, tasting something odd in her soup. She frowned. “Grandma, did you add something new to the soup? It tastes different today.”

Grandma Chelsea smiled, clearly pleased with herself. “You noticed? I had them put in some special herbs to help with fertility.”

Fertility?

Ella stared at the bowl, her forehead twitching with disbelief. She and David hadn’t even shared a bed. No amount of herbs was going to change that.

“Grandma!”

Grandma Chelsea reached over and squeezed Ella’s hand. “Ella, you and David should really think about having a baby. I’m getting old, you know. My biggest wish is to hold a great-grandchild before I go.”

The hope and longing in Grandma Chelsea’s eyes made Ella’s heart sink. She knew she could only let her down.

David sank onto the couch beside her, slipping an arm casually around her shoulders. “Grandma, Ella’s still young. We don’t need to rush into anything.”

Ella raised her eyebrows at him. Was he putting this all on her?

She cleared her throat. “Actually, Grandma, I do want kids.”

David’s head snapped toward her, clearly caught off guard. He looked at her, surprised. She wanted kids?

Back in her room, Ella opened the box and pulled out the photo again.

In the picture, a broken, helpless girl stared back at her.

Her phone rang, the sound slicing through the silence.

She answered, and Mike’s voice was instantly in her ear, laughing. “Ella, got the photo, did you?”

Ella’s voice turned cold. “What do you want?”

“Money. Mr. Harmon gave me a million, but you made me give it back. So now, you’re going to pay me. If you don’t, that photo goes to your husband, to Grandma Chelsea, to everyone you know. Imagine what they’ll all think of you then.”

“How much?”

“A hundred million.” Mike didn’t hesitate.

Ella’s lips curled into a silent, mocking smile. “A hundred million? You’ve got some nerve.”