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Chapter 19
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Dear Billionaire Ex-husband, I Moved On Chapter 35
LENAI was halfway through my morning skincare routine when my phone rang.The serum had just settled into my skin, leaving that faint, tacky finish I liked because it meant it was working. I stood in front of the mirror, hair tied back, robe loosely knotted at my waist, studying my reflection with quiet focus. My phone buzzed again on the marble counter.I glanced at the screen and saw my lawyer’s name.Right on time.I picked it up, swiping to answer as I reached for my moisturizer. “Good morning,” I said, my tone calm, measured.“Good morning, Ms. Lena,” he replied, his voice carrying that careful politeness he always used with me. “I thought you’d like to know immediately—the patent filing has successfully moved to the next stage.”I paused, the jar of moisturizer still in my hand.For a brief second, I let the silence stretch, not because I didn’t believe him, but because I liked to feel things fully before responding. Too many people rushed moments like this, turning victories
Dear Billionaire Ex-husband, I Moved On Chapter 34
KARENGerald did not knock.He never knocked when it was something serious. When it was routine, he would tap twice, wait for my voice, then come in with a file already open and a sentence halfway out of his mouth. But this time, the door swung open quietly, and he stepped in with that particular walk of his—measured, careful, like every step had been rehearsed.I knew that walk. I recognized it before he had even fully crossed the doorway.Something had dropped. And it was bad.I leaned back slightly in my chair, watching him as he closed the door behind him. He did not rush. He never rushed when he carried bad news. He slowed down instead, as if dragging it out would somehow soften the landing.It never did.“Morning, Gerald,” I said, keeping my voice steady.“Good morning, Ms Karen,” he nodded stiffly. That alone told me enough.“What’s up?” I asked.For a second, he just stood there, like he was deciding where to begin. Then he moved forward and took the seat across from me, placi
Dear Billionaire Ex-husband, I Moved On Chapter 33
RICHARD.I walked into the Palmer Group boardroom that morning feeling like I had been dragged through three different time zones and dropped straight into a room full of people I barely tolerated on a good day. Today was not a good day. I hadn’t had my usual morning coffee, the kind Martha always made sure was waiting for me before anything else touched my schedule. I hadn’t read any briefing notes either. All I wanted to do right now was make my decision very clear to each and everyone of them, and then leave the same way I came. No long talk at all.The floor-to-ceiling windows let in a cold Seattle morning light, and every single board member was already seated, murmuring to each other like they were about to watch a performance.That was exactly what this usually was to them. A show.I closed the door behind me a little harder than necessary and walked to the head of the table. The low murmurs that filled the air died down, one by one, until all eyes were on me—some curious, some
Dear Billionaire Ex-husband, I Moved On Chapter 32
LENA.It had been days. Not hours, not one or two restless nights where I could still pretend he was busy or distracted or caught up in something temporary. Days. Long enough for silence to stop being an accident and start becoming a decision.Richard hadn’t called. He hadn’t texted. He hadn’t even done the bare minimum of sending one of those empty, useless messages people send when they don’t know what to say but still want to keep a door open.Nothing.And patience, as I had always known and never bothered to fix, was not something I possessed in abundance. In fact, I had reached the end of it somewhere between the second and third day. By now, there was nothing left to stretch, nothing left to pretend with.Whatever softness I had once felt for him—whatever foolish warmth had made me leave Paris for him—burned out completely in that silence.I leaned back against the couch, staring at my phone for a moment longer than necessary before dropping it onto the table with a quiet, annoy
Dear Billionaire Ex-husband, I Moved On Chapter 31
KARENBy the time I got home that night, the house felt too quiet.It wasn’t the peaceful kind of quiet that lets you relax, but the kind that presses against your ears and reminds you how alone you are with your thoughts. I stood by the door for a moment after locking it, my hand still resting on the knob as I listened. I had stayed longer at the office than I needed to. There were only a few things to sort out, nothing urgent enough to keep me that late, but I had lingered anyway. It was easier being surrounded by work than coming home to my own head.I slipped off my shoes and walked further into the house, keeping my movements soft out of habit. Sarah must have gone to bed already, and Sophie too. I didn’t want to wake anyone.The hallway light was dim, casting long shadows along the walls as I made my way upstairs. Each step felt heavier than it should have, like I was carrying more than just the weight of the day. When I reached the top, I paused again, glancing toward Sarah’s
Dear Billionaire Ex-husband, I Moved On Chapter 30
RICHARDI sat in my car with my forehead pressed against the steering wheel, my fingers hanging loosely around it as though I had forgotten what they were meant to do. The silence inside the car felt too loud, filled with everything Karen had said and everything she hadn’t. My chest felt tight, like I had been running for miles, yet I hadn’t moved at all.Karen’s face lingered in my mind, the coldness in her eyes sharper than any insult she could have thrown at me. Her decision had already been made before I even opened my mouth. There had been no room for explanation, no space for truth. To her, I was the cause of everything that had gone wrong, the reason her life had taken this turn, and nothing I said could change that.And the worst part was… I couldn’t even blame her.I let out a long breath, dragging my hand down my face. “You really messed this up, Richard,” I muttered to myself, my voice barely audible in the stillness.Time passed without me noticing. The world outside conti
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