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Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 147
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
Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 146
JADE’S POVI didn’t know how many days had passed.When Daniel first told me he’d take care of my safety, I imagined another grim warehouse with cracked floors and cold concrete walls—more damp corners and creaky metal doors. But this place was nothing like that.This was a villa—a real one, hidden somewhere in the hills far outside town, surrounded by endless greenery, tall hedges, and gardens filled with roses that must have had their own gardener tending to them daily. There were marble floors polished so perfectly that I could see my reflection clearly each time I walked from one lavish room to another.Still, despite the luxury, I couldn’t shake the sickening unease that had settled in my stomach from the moment I’d arrived. Daniel hadn’t been lying when he said I was in danger. I knew there was a manhunt for me, and the Whitehills weren’t the kind of people who left loose ends untied.Every noise in the villa made me jump. Every shadow cast by the evening sun made my heart po
Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 145
FLORENCE’S POV“That’s impossible,” I said. I hoped Daniel couldn’t see how shaken I was. It was absurd. Why would Serena sabotage her future family’s empire?“Impossible?” Daniel echoed with a sarcastic twist in his voice. “Why?”“Because it makes no sense,” I replied firmly. “What interest would Serena have in exposing the Whitehills’ failures? She’s about to marry into their fortune, their name—why ruin that?”Daniel leaned back comfortably in the chair, his eyes dancing with amusement, clearly enjoying my confusion.“Oh, Florence…” he drawled slowly, savoring every word. “You’re overthinking it. Sometimes, love is love!”I laughed out loud, incredulous. “Love? Are you seriously trying to convince me Serena Montclair is in love with Jason?”“You know about their affair, don’t you?” Daniel asked casually, as if we were discussing the weather.I shook my head. “Please. Jason is just a young boy with a crush, and Serena enjoys playing power games. That’s not love.”He cocked his head
Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 144
FLORENCE’S POVI stared at the screen in front of me, watching the cursor blink relentlessly. I had been sitting here for over two hours, and yet, not a single email had left my inbox. Not one reply typed. Every word seemed to slip through my fingers, evaporating into nothingness before it could form a coherent sentence.The office buzzed gently around me—the comforting hum of the air conditioning, the distant murmur of conversations, the occasional laughter floating down the hallways. But it all felt muffled. Distant. Irrelevant. I couldn’t latch onto any of it, and my thoughts refused to cooperate.Every time I tried to focus, my mind drifted right back to my father, the haunted look in his eyes as he told me the truth, his frail voice echoing in my memory. Melissa Whitehill, the woman I’d once dismissed as just another superficial, status-driven socialite, had single-handedly orchestrated my family’s ruin. And yet, even knowing the truth, nothing felt resolved. It only left
Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 143
MASON’S POVDaniel strode through the front doors as though he owned them. His shoulders were pulled back, chin raised just high enough to show us all he’d never once looked up at another person in his life. The four men flanking him—huge, stone-faced, silent—moved in perfect sync, and suddenly our spacious foyer felt crowded. Suffocating.My father’s face turned pale—ghost-white, as if he’d just been punched in the gut. Beside him, my mother collapsed onto the couch like her knees had given way.“Dad?” Clarke muttered, the question hanging in the air like smoke.The silence was deafening. My father’s chest rose and fell rapidly. I watched his hands curl into fists, knuckles white as he clenched and unclenched them repeatedly.“Daniel,” he finally said, voice tight. “You don’t belong here.”Daniel’s smile didn’t waver. He didn’t even blink.“Funny, Howard,” Daniel replied, intentionally using my father’s first name with the sharpness of a blade. “I don’t recall you being particularl
Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 142
MASON’S POV“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”The words ripped me out of sleep so violently, I thought I was dreaming at first. Or falling. Or choking.I blinked hard. Sunlight poured in through the balcony curtains, sharp and golden, far too cheerful for the tone booming through the house.I turned to my side.Empty.The pillow beside mine was untouched. The sheets were cool.And the suitcases Jade tucked into the back corner of the closet?Gone.I sat up too fast. The inside of my skull throbbed with last night’s whiskey. My shirt was half-buttoned, my mouth dry. But the cold pit in my stomach didn’t come from the hangover.It came from knowing exactly what had happened. I had left Jade by the pool last night. I was knocked out the second my head hit the pillow. She must have come in later, packed her things, and bolted in the dead of night. I couldn’t blame her. The yelling got louder.I dragged myself out of bed, my feet hitting the cool wooden floor. My heart pounded harder with ev
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