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Falling For My Billionaire Ex Epilogue
SusanThree years laterThe dog got to the door first.He always did. He was enormous, ridiculous, and the color of old wheat, and he had never once in his life been taught that a door was something you opened rather than something you flung yourself against. By the time I'd set down my bag and slipped off my shoes, he was already prancing in circles in the hall, tail beating the wall like a drum."Yes," I said. "Hello. I missed you too.""Mama!"The word came from somewhere around knee level, followed by the thunder of very small feet. I turned just in time to catch him, two and a half years old, damp from the bath, wearing one sock and a pair of pajamas decorated with cartoon boats, running full tilt down the hall as though he'd been shot from a cannon.I scooped him up. He smelled of soap and warm skin and, faintly, of toast."Hi, Julian," I said, into his hair. "Did you have a good day?""Gerald came.""Did he?""He brought a book." He pulled back, serious, and held up two small f
Falling For My Billionaire Ex I'm Proud Of You
ElliotBy late spring, the third center was finished.I had watched it rise from the ground in stages, as one watches a child grow in photographs...a bare lot in winter, a skeleton of beams by February, a roof by April. I had walked the site only twice, both times at Susan's invitation, and both times I had kept my hands in my pockets and my questions to a minimum.It wasn't my project. I had learned that lesson, finally, and I had learned it well.But on the morning of the opening, standing at the edge of the crowd in a plain dark suit, I felt something swell in my chest that had nothing to do with ownership and everything to do with pride.The building was low and bright, with a wide front porch and a bank of tall windows that caught the sun. A banner hung above the door, hand-lettered by the children who would use the center in the fall. A hundred folding chairs stood in rows on the lawn, and most of them were already full...staff and volunteers, families from the district, neighbo
Falling For My Billionaire Ex Mrs Prescott
SusanThe first thing I noticed about the foundation, on my first morning back, was that the receptionist stood up.She had done it before, on the Monday the news first spread. But that had been tentative, the half-rise of a woman unsure of the protocol. This time she was on her feet before I reached the door, with a bright, nervous smile and a small folded card in her hand."Welcome back, Mrs. Prescott," she said.I stopped.It was an ordinary greeting. It was, I understood perfectly well, meant with nothing but kindness. But the name landed on me like a coat I hadn't tried on yet, too new, too stiff, a little too big across the shoulders.I smiled at her anyway."Good morning," I said. "And thank you. But honestly, you can call me Susan.""Oh." She flushed. "I didn't want to presume...""You're not presuming. I'd like it." I took the card from her hand. "Everyone here has been calling me Susan for a long time. I'd hate for that to change."She nodded, relieved and a little amazed, a
Falling For My Billionaire Ex The Last Night
SusanOn the last night, we didn't go anywhere.There was no dinner reservation, no long walk, no plan. Elliot lit the fire in the old stone hearth, and I opened every window in the house to let the sea air through, and together we cooked something that was neither dinner nor a disaster. We ate it on the porch with our feet propped on the rail, watching the tide draw out across the sand in long silver sheets.Ten days had gone by like a single long afternoon.I hadn't opened my laptop once. I hadn't checked a message, or a calendar, or a board report. I had slept until I woke, eaten when I was hungry, and talked until the words ran out and then kept talking in the silence. I had stopped counting hours somewhere around the third day, and I had never felt so rested in my life.And tomorrow, we were going home."You're quiet," Elliot said."I'm saying goodbye.""To the house?""To the ten days." I turned my head against the back of the chair. "I know we'll go back to our real life. I'm l
Falling For My Billionaire Ex What Do You Want?
Elliot The morning after the storm, the whole world looked rinsed.I woke to a sky so blue it hurt, and sunlight pouring through the curtains in long, bright bars, and the smell of wet earth and salt drifting in through the open window. The air had a crispness to it, a new washed clarity, as though the night had cleaned the edges off everything.The other side of the bed was empty.I lay still for a moment, listening. And then I heard it, a clatter from the kitchen, a muffled curse, and the unmistakable sound of a woman trying very hard to be quiet and failing.I was smiling before I'd even opened my eyes."Do not come in," Susan said, when I reached the kitchen doorway.I stopped.She stood at the counter in one of my old shirts, her hair piled messily on top of her head, a streak of flour across her cheekbone and a wooden spoon clutched in one fist like a weapon. Every surface behind her was covered in bowls. A pan sat smoking gently on the stove. Something that might once have bee
Falling For My Billionaire Ex The Storm
SusanThe rain came on the fifth day.It arrived without warning, rolling in off the sea in a long gray wall, and by midmorning the whole world beyond the windows had dissolved into water and wind. The waves heaved against the shore. The porch boards drummed. The shutters rattled in their frames, and somewhere under the eaves a loose piece of tin tapped out a ragged, patient rhythm.I loved it at once."It's a proper storm," Elliot said, standing at the window with a mug of coffee, his hair still rumpled from sleep. "I should have checked the forecast.""You really shouldn't have," I said from the couch, tucking my feet beneath a blanket. "This is perfect.""It's the end of our beach days.""It's the beginning of our inside days." I patted the cushion beside me. "Come here."He came. He sat down, and I leaned against him, and he pulled the blanket over both of us. The fire he'd lit in the old stone hearth crackled low and golden. Outside, the storm wailed and battered at the glass, an
Falling For My Billionaire Ex Spending His Money
SusanSince being clingy didn’t work, I had to switch tactics. If I couldn’t push Elliot away with desperation, I’d do it by being a financial burden. Men loved independence...they hated when a woman cost them too much. So, I was going to be the most high-maintenance fiancée in history.At 8:00 a.m
Huling Na-update : 2026-03-28Falling For My Billionaire Ex Ruining A Relationship
SusanI didn’t go home. I couldn’t.Instead, I found myself in a familiar spot...Meera’s apartment.The moment she opened the door, her sharp eyes scanned my face, instantly sensing something was wrong. Without a word, she stepped aside, letting me in.“Okay, something's definitely wrong.” she said
Huling Na-update : 2026-03-27Falling For My Billionaire Ex Dinner With Mrs Prescott
Susan I had no idea why I agreed to this dinner. Maybe it was Elliot’s insistence, or maybe it was my own need to prove I wasn’t afraid of his mother. Either way, I found myself seated across from Mrs. Prescott in an exclusive restaurant, the air thick with tension. She was as intimidating as I r
Huling Na-update : 2026-03-26Falling For My Billionaire Ex Us
ElliotI parked the car in front of Susan’s apartment building, checking my watch. 6:58 PM. Perfect timing.It wasn’t lost on me how uncharacteristic this entire situation was. I wasn’t the type to pick someone up personally, much less for dinner, but here I was, gripping the steering wheel and won
Huling Na-update : 2026-03-20
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