Chasing His Ex-Wife Back (Billionaire Contract Wife)

Alice’s POVThe next morning, I woke to the soft shuffle of footsteps. My eyes fluttered open just in time to see Vicent stepping out toward the balcony, his phone pressed to his ear.My heart missed a beat. He never went out there unless he wanted privacy—unless he wanted to make a call.I pulled my knees to my chest, sitting on the bed silently, my breath caught in my throat. Through the open glass doors, his voice drifted back to me, low and tender, almost a whisper.“Don’t worry, I’ll be there… Make sure you take care of yourself… I won’t be late, I promise.” His tone softened, almost coaxing. “I’m sorry I didn’t answer you yesterday.”Each word sliced through me. My chest tightened as though invisible hands were squeezing the life out of me. That wasn’t the way he ever spoke to me.With me, he was cold. Short replies, rude retorts, or sometimes complete silence—walking away and leaving me standing there, looking foolish. But with her, his voice turned into honey. Gentle. Patien

“Alice’s POV”It had been two days. Two long, heavy, suffocating days since that incident at the office… and Vincent hadn’t called me. Not even once.I sat curled up on the small sofa in my living room, watching an old cartoon I loved as a kid. The voices and silly jokes should’ve made me laugh, but all I felt was emptiness.This was the apartment I once shared with my dad. Thank God I hadn’t sold it after marrying Vincent. At least here, I still had a place that felt like mine.My eyes drifted to the drawer. Slowly, I pulled out the big photo album and held it in my lap. My fingers trembled. For a moment, I hesitated. This album carried both happy and painful memories.Still… I opened it.The first picture was of my parents. Dad and Mom, smiling together. They looked happy—at least in that frozen moment.I turned the page and found myself staring at a silly photo of me as a child, tongue stuck out, wearing ridiculous clothes. A chuckle escaped me, but it was soft, choked with unshed