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Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 152
FLORENCE’S POVThe sun was already high when I arrived on location.The air smelled like dust, fresh paint, and freshly brewed coffee from the carts we’d brought in to keep the production team alive. The old construction site looked like something out of a post-apocalyptic film—concrete slabs, exposed rebar, crumbling staircases—but somehow, we’d turned it into a vibrant, makeshift set for the campaign shoot. Camera crews darted around with headsets and clipboards, and the aspiring actors all showed up, enthusiastic and energetic, eager to prove themselves. And at the head of it all was Jason, standing near the production monitors, animatedly explaining a shot to the cinematographer like he was an Oscar-winning director. It was chaos. Beautiful, controlled chaos. The kind that made me feel like I had a purpose again.“Florence, do you want them to pan left after the third line or cut straight to the crowd shot?” one of the cameramen asked me.I blinked back into focus. “Pan left.
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DANIEL’S POVFor days, I’d been watching the walls close in.Every safehouse I had—every property, every hidden apartment, every quiet villa tucked into a side street—was surrounded. Police sat in unmarked cars with steaming coffees and twitchy radios, waiting for me to come crawling back. They were parked outside my offices, too, acting like they owned the place. Like I hadn’t built half of this city with my money. My connections. My intellect. And now, I had nowhere to go.No passport. No burner. No bag of emergency cash stashed in some ceiling tile or glove compartment. I’d burned through all of that. My cards were frozen—my accounts were being watched. I couldn’t buy a pack of gum without setting off an alert.I never should’ve gone to the Whitehill house.I knew that.I wasn’t stupid. I’d never been stupid. I’d spent my whole life moving three steps ahead, predicting everyone, controlling everything. No decision without planning. No move without backup.But when I heard that
Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 150
FLORENCE’S POVThe noise had finally quieted.No more police sirens. No more lawyers barging into the house. No more press standing outside with cameras in my face. No more Mason, Raiden, Daniel, Melissa, or the ghosts of all their choices haunting my every waking second.I needed to leave the city before it swallowed me whole.So I did what any sensible person would do when on the verge of emotional collapse: I booked a last-minute countryside vacation home for the weekend and dragged Annalise with me.***“This place is gorgeous,” Annalise said, stepping out of the car and stretching like a cat. “There are actual chickens. You’ve outdone yourself.”The air was fresh, thick with wildflowers and something earthy. The kind of smell you didn’t realize you missed until you breathed it in again. Rolling green fields surrounded the little cottage, and in the distance, a small group of cows wandered lazily.I nodded, exhaling as I closed the car door behind me. “I don’t want to talk about
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MASON’S POVThe police were led in by one of our security guards. I watched from the bar, frozen in place, as they poured through the doors like a tidal wave in uniforms and bulletproof vests.Before I could react, my phone buzzed in my pocket.Florence: WHITEHILL HOUSE. DANIEL UNSTABLE.What?My eyes darted to the living room and the garden beyond it. The cops hadn’t drawn weapons, but their presence filled the space like fog. My father was already mid-tantrum, and my mother trembled in her couch.Was Daniel here?“Mr. Whitehill,” one of the officers began firmly, “we’re here to carry out a formal arrest. The evidence against you and your wife has been reviewed by the district prosecutor.”My father’s eyes flashed with fury. “What evidence? This is a setup. Fabricated by someone with a personal vendetta. You think I don’t know how easy it is to fake a spreadsheet?”Another officer stepped forward. “Your bank records, shell companies, and transaction trails say otherwise.”He scoffed
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DANIEL’S POVThe phone call came in just after noon. I was at work, sitting in my office, which I liked to keep dark. The screen lit up the room, casting a ghostly glow across everything. I hesitated before answering, feeling an odd dread twist inside my chest.“Daniel,” Jade’s voice trembled, broken and uneven. “Something terrible happened.”My heart instantly quickened. I had instructed Jade not to call unless she was in real danger. And she had obeyed this far. Which meant… “What is it?” I snapped, irritation masking my fear.“There was a shootout,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “They found the villa. Howard’s men—they—they came looking for me, and—”“Get to the point, Jade!” I barked, anger flaring to hide the dread building inside me.She inhaled sharply, as if every breath hurt. “Your mother… Daniel, she’s gone. She got caught in the crossfire. She—”I didn’t hear another word. Her voice faded into nothingness, replaced by a ringing in my ears. The phone slipped from
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MASON’S POVThe house had transformed overnight. It was no longer the silent mansion I’d grown up in, but a fortress. Guards stood at every corner, staring silently ahead, alert and wary. Our once-beautiful windows were now shielded with heavy curtains, permanently drawn shut. The sunny corridors had become dark tunnels, echoing with tension.Every new day seemed to bring another disaster—another scandal, another leaked secret, another humiliation splashed across every screen and newspaper in town. My father’s name had become synonymous with scandal, fraud, and betrayal. But what seemed to cut him deepest was that my mother’s obsession with Aliston Hart was now the favorite topic of gossip.I found him pacing back and forth in the living room. His hands were clasped behind his back, knuckles white, face etched with stress and fury. My mother sat silently in the corner, holding a glass of wine she’d barely touched. Clarke was standing at the far end of the room, his arms folded acr
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