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Stella.

Morning came gray and cold, the kind of day that crept through the walls and into your bones. I was up before the twins, awake long before the sun cracked through the clouds. The kitchen was quiet, just the faint hum of the refrigerator and the steady tick of the clock above the stove. I made coffee and tried to push away the feeling that I’d slept with one eye open all night, heart half in a dream and half in a warning.

I moved around the kitchen in silence, making toast, slicing apples, pouring milk into two chipped mugs—one with a faded superhero and the other with a cartoon dog. Eli and Emma would be down soon, and the little rituals gave me comfort. As the kettle hissed, I turned to look out the window, drawn by something I couldn’t quite name. That’s when I saw them: muddy boot prints, pressed deep into the wet grass by the side fence.

For a long minute, I just stood there, my hand wrapped around the mug, watching the light catch on the smeared footprints. My heart t
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  • Divorced by my Billionaire Ex, Now He Wants Me Back!    127

    127Stella.I kept the twins home from school the next morning, the decision made before I’d even finished my first cup of coffee. I could feel it in my chest, that gnawing sense that the world outside our front door was suddenly too sharp, too full of things I couldn’t control. When Eli padded into the kitchen, hair sticking up and eyes still foggy with sleep, he looked surprised to see me hovering over the stove.“No school?” he asked, his voice hopeful.“Not today, honey.” I smiled, trying to make it sound like a treat, not a precaution. “We’re having a day at home. Pancakes and pajamas.”Emma, trailing Patch the dog, peeked around the doorway. “Is it a holiday?”“It is for us.” I bent to kiss her forehead, brushing her curls back. “Special family day.”I could feel Alex’s eyes on me as he came in behind them, carrying his phone and a mug of coffee. He didn’t say anything, just met my gaze for a beat that lasted a little too long. There was something heavy there, something unspoken

  • Divorced by my Billionaire Ex, Now He Wants Me Back!    126

    126Alex.The sound that woke me was sharp and out of place. It sliced right through the haze of exhaustion, sent a jolt down my spine. I grabbed for my phone, then realized my hands were shaking. The house was still except for that creak, the same one we’d heard before, only this time it felt like a summons.I moved fast—bare feet cold against the hardwood, a heavy candlestick from the mantle clenched tight in my fist. It wasn’t much, but it felt solid, real, something I could swing if it came to that. I was already halfway up the stairs before I realized I hadn’t thought about my own safety, just Stella’s, just the twins’.The hall was dark except for a slant of light from the bathroom at the far end. I moved quietly, every step measured, heart pounding in my chest so loud I was sure the whole street could hear it. When I passed the twins’ door, I pressed my ear against the wood—two soft breaths, a sleepy murmur. Relief, immediate and overwhelming, flooded me.But the house felt wro

  • Divorced by my Billionaire Ex, Now He Wants Me Back!    125

    125Stella.The day began with the kind of quiet that always felt like a trick. Sunlight poured through the kitchen windows, chasing away the shadows from the corners, and for the first time in weeks, I let myself believe that maybe—just maybe—things could be normal, even if only for a day.Alex’s mood had shifted overnight. He was here early, already brewing coffee by the time I shuffled downstairs in my robe. He looked up when I entered, his mouth quirking into a small, private smile. It was a real one, I could tell, but the way his shoulders tensed every time his phone buzzed didn’t escape me. He tried to hide it, but I saw the muscle working in his jaw, the way he gripped his mug too tight.“Did you sleep?” I asked, voice still thick with dreams.He shrugged, turning away. “Some.” The lie was gentle, but a lie all the same. His eyes lingered on me as I poured a cup of coffee and slid into the seat across from him.Before either of us could say more, Eli padded in, hair sticking up

  • Divorced by my Billionaire Ex, Now He Wants Me Back!    124

    124Alex.The envelope felt heavier than it should. Even before I tore it open, I could sense the ugliness inside. I glanced once at Stella’s face—her jaw tight, worry carving new lines around her mouth—and I made a silent vow not to let her see what was coming. Not until I could shield her from it, somehow.I took the envelope from her hands. The paper was expensive, thick beneath my fingers, the ink on “Mrs. Marwood” starting to smudge from how hard I gripped it. Mark, one of the guards, hovered by the door, his eyes alert. I nodded at him. “Thanks. You can go back outside.” He hesitated a moment, then left, shutting the door with a soft click that felt far too loud in the tense hush of the room.I waited until Stella had sat down on the edge of the couch, arms crossed over her chest, eyes fixed on me but wary. “Let me see,” she said, voice barely above a whisper.“No.” I kept my tone even. “Not yet.” I peeled the envelope open, slow and careful, wanting to buy time—half for her, ha

  • Divorced by my Billionaire Ex, Now He Wants Me Back!    123

    123Stella.Morning came gray and cold, the kind of day that crept through the walls and into your bones. I was up before the twins, awake long before the sun cracked through the clouds. The kitchen was quiet, just the faint hum of the refrigerator and the steady tick of the clock above the stove. I made coffee and tried to push away the feeling that I’d slept with one eye open all night, heart half in a dream and half in a warning.I moved around the kitchen in silence, making toast, slicing apples, pouring milk into two chipped mugs—one with a faded superhero and the other with a cartoon dog. Eli and Emma would be down soon, and the little rituals gave me comfort. As the kettle hissed, I turned to look out the window, drawn by something I couldn’t quite name. That’s when I saw them: muddy boot prints, pressed deep into the wet grass by the side fence.For a long minute, I just stood there, my hand wrapped around the mug, watching the light catch on the smeared footprints. My heart t

  • Divorced by my Billionaire Ex, Now He Wants Me Back!    122

    122Alex.When patience snapped, it wasn’t dramatic. No slamming of doors or shouted threats. It happened in the space between breaths, sometime after lunch, when I caught Stella standing at the kitchen window, her shoulders tight and her face pale in the autumn light. She hadn’t noticed I was watching her, and for a long minute, she just stared out at the street, fingers drumming against her mug, lips pressed together in a line that spelled out more than words ever could.I thought of the wrappers with her address, the way the twins had recounted the “friendly” man at the school gate, and I felt something give way inside me. I’d spent days, maybe weeks, trying to be reasonable. To play things smart. To gather evidence and keep my temper in check, not wanting to make things worse. But I couldn’t do it anymore. I was done waiting for the next warning, the next veiled threat, the next brush with danger. Enough.I found my car keys without thinking. Stella looked up, a question in her ey

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