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Stella

I woke before the alarm and lay still for a moment, listening to the house settle around us. The twins were quiet. Patch sighed in his sleep at the end of the hall. I wanted to stay in that soft space between night and day, but my mind had already moved ahead to the lobby, the schedule, the emails, the way my stomach tightened when I pictured Dane standing at the front desk.

I got up, dressed, and braided Emma’s hair while she told me she had decided the second verse of her song would sound stronger if she sang a little louder. Eli practiced tying his shoes and asked if he could bring the lucky rock again. I said yes to both. We ate toast with honey and apples cut into stars. I kissed two foreheads at the door and watched them run toward the car. When the house was quiet, I checked the locks once more and headed to work.

The hotel was already moving. The café grinder hummed. Housekeeping carts rolled across the tiles. A florist carried a box of white lilies through the lobby
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  • Divorced by my Billionaire Ex, Now He Wants Me Back!    195

    195Alex.I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen, the sergeant’s words repeating in my head like a relentless echo. His face was haggard, lines etched deep from years of worry, fear, and the weight of knowing he’d been forced into silence. The drive whirred quietly on my desk, the hum somehow louder than it should have been, as if the apartment itself was holding its breath. “The driver was only a pawn,” he said, voice cracking in the gaps between sentences. “The orders… they came from someone who had influence in both the police and the Marwood business network. I refused to file the original report, and… I was forced out.”I pressed pause, leaned back, and rubbed my temples. Every instinct I had screamed that the world I knew—my family, my company, my carefully structured life—was no longer intact. The Marwood empire I’d built, the business alliances, the people I trusted—they all now seemed like fragile glass under the weight of an unseen hand, and Eleanor’s death wasn’t just

  • Divorced by my Billionaire Ex, Now He Wants Me Back!    194

    194Stella.I woke to the faint hum of Alex’s car engine leaving the driveway. It was early, too early for anyone in this house to have business to conduct. The twins were still asleep, curled up under their blankets, their breaths shallow and even. I watched Alex slip into his suit jacket, grab a leather briefcase, and step out into the crisp morning air.He paused at the car, glanced back at the house, and gave me a look that he clearly meant to reassure me. “I have a meeting. Business,” he said, his voice clipped.“Business?” I repeated, not buying it for a second. His tone didn’t match the gravity of the past weeks, didn’t match the tension I could see tightening his jaw. “At this hour?”He offered nothing more, simply nodded, and drove off. But the pit in my stomach told me that wasn’t the full story. He was hiding something. Always had a reason, always had a strategy. But this time, I wanted to know. Quietly, I followed, making sure to stay just out of sight.The city blurred pa

  • Divorced by my Billionaire Ex, Now He Wants Me Back!    193

    193Alex.The envelope on the table earlier still weighed heavy on my mind, a grim punctuation mark that refused to let me sleep. Most people would have been intimidated by it—by the photograph of Harold Price crushed in his car, and the note underneath: “Stop digging, or you’re next.” Most people would have retreated, stopped asking questions, stopped following the threads. But me? That wasn’t an option. It never had been.If Harold had died because of the truth, then the truth would not die with him.I moved quietly around the house, careful not to wake Stella or the twins. My hands were steady, my mind sharp, as I opened the secure laptop Marcus had set up in the study. It was time to start connecting dots—tracing the driver, the crash, the financials, the people who had passed through the Marwood estate that fateful year.The driver. Harold had left me a stack of files, meticulous notes detailing inconsistencies in the accident report. The braking distances didn’t match the car. W

  • Divorced by my Billionaire Ex, Now He Wants Me Back!    192

    192Alex.Three days had passed since Harold Price vanished, and I could feel the weight of it pressing down on every corner of my life. It was subtle at first: I woke before sunrise, checking my phone repeatedly, hoping for a single message, a missed call, anything. Then it became more obvious—pacing in the study, tapping pens against the desk, scanning the news endlessly for any hint of Harold’s whereabouts. The twins noticed my restlessness; they asked questions I couldn’t answer without sounding paranoid. Stella noticed too, the way my jaw tightened and my fingers drummed endlessly on every surface.“You’re acting like a man possessed,” she said one evening, resting her hand lightly on my arm as I paced yet again.“I can’t just wait,” I muttered, my eyes darting to the phone lying on the table. “Harold… he knows things. Things that matter. And he hasn’t returned a single call.”She frowned, her brow knitting in that way that always made me stop, just for a second, and take stock.

  • Divorced by my Billionaire Ex, Now He Wants Me Back!    191

    191Alex.I met Harold Price in a quiet café on the outskirts of the city, the kind of place that looked like it hadn’t changed in fifty years. The neon sign flickered faintly above the door, and inside, the smell of old coffee and worn leather filled the air. He was already there, a stack of folders beside him, his gaze scanning the room like he expected trouble at any moment. And with my life lately, that didn’t feel impossible.Harold was old-school. I could tell immediately. No laptop, no tablet, not even a smartphone in sight. Just folders, a notebook, and a man who looked like he had been in law enforcement for longer than most people could even imagine. He had a slow, deliberate way of moving, like every gesture carried purpose. And the calm in his eyes—I’ll admit—it was oddly reassuring, given everything else that had been chaotic in the past months.“Alex Marwood?” he asked, his voice gravelly but measured. He stood as I approached, offering a hand. I shook it firmly. “I’ve h

  • Divorced by my Billionaire Ex, Now He Wants Me Back!    190

    190The house felt heavier than usual, the kind of weight that settles in your chest without warning. After everything—the kidnappings, Caleb, the van, the chaos of almost losing my children—the quiet should have been comforting. Instead, it pressed in, an invisible tension that made me jump at every creak in the floorboards.The twins ran past me, their laughter bouncing off the walls, chasing each other with reckless joy. I watched them for a moment, standing in the doorway of the living room, and tried to breathe in the normalcy. It felt fragile, like a soap bubble ready to pop, and I wondered if Alex felt the same tension gnawing at the edges of his mind.I did. I knew him too well. And that knowledge made me uneasy.He was distant. I noticed it at dinner the night before, the way his fork hovered over his plate as if every bite required calculation. The words he spoke to the twins were gentle, but there was a tension in his eyes, the kind that made me want to reach across the tab

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