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2026-07-29 21:51:51
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My Ex-Husband’s Billionaire Boss Wants Me. The Mask Begins to Slip
Gemma.The afternoon sun hit my eyes as soon as I stepped out of the clinic, making me blink. I stood on the sidewalk, holding my test results tightly against my stomach while watching cars pass by.Dr. Harris’s words kept repeating in my head. Desperate to pull myself together before I broke down in public, I opened my purse, shoved the folder inside, zipped it up, and walked to my car.The drive back to my penthouse felt like a nightmare. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling against the steering wheel, and my heart felt crushed. I was finally rebuilding my life. Now, just when things were going right, my own body was giving out on me.When I first knew I was sick, I tried to ignore it. I wanted to pretend none of it was real and just keep moving forward. But alone in my car, I couldn’t hide from it anymore.The fear, anger, and heartbreak I’d been shoving down came rushing up all at once. I pulled over to the side of the road, buried my face in my hands, and cried. My chest burned, and
My Ex-Husband’s Billionaire Boss Wants Me. Secrets in the Hallway
Gemma.The third-floor hallway of the medical center was quiet. The soft scent of disinfectant hung in the air, and my heels tapped lightly against the shiny floor as I walked toward the back wing.I was only here for a routine check-up with Dr. Harris and to pick up my regular prescription.As I passed the heavy double doors near the exit stairs, one of them swung open.A woman stepped out slowly into the corridor, leaning her weight heavily against the wall. Her head was down, and both of her arms were wrapped tightly around her stomach. She looked completely drained.She paused to catch her breath, and when she lifted her face, her eyes locked onto mine.Angela.She took a quick step back, almost falling over her feet.I looked up at the silver door frame she had just walked out of. The small sign on the wall read: Outpatient Surgical Unit & Family Planning.I looked back at her, the way her hands were protecting her lower abdomen, and the panic written all over her face. The truth
My Ex-Husband’s Billionaire Boss Wants Me. A Simple Moment
Gemma.I woke up before my alarm went off.My chest didn't feel heavy when I opened my eyes. The pain behind my forehead was gone. I lay in bed for a few minutes, staring up at the white ceiling, just listening to the noise of the city outside.A quiet knock sounded at my bedroom door, and Gigi peeked her head inside, holding two hot mugs of coffee.“You’re actually awake,” she said, stepping into the room. She handed me a mug and leaned against my dresser, watching me over the rim of her cup. “And you don't look like a zombie today. What happened last night?”“Julian drove me home,” I said quietly.Gigi raised an eyebrow. “And?”“He knows about the phone calls,” I said, looking down at my coffee. “He knows about the hospital, too. He was angry at first, Gigi. Really angry. But then… he told me he doesn't want any man coming near me.”Gigi stopped mid-sip. Her eyes went wide.“He said that?” She asked, a small smile spreading across her face. “Julian Ferguson actually said that out l
My Ex-Husband’s Billionaire Boss Wants Me. Unspoken Words
Gemma.Julian froze.Neither of us said anything.Ethan stood there with both hands raised, looking amused. I stared at him, completely shocked too.Julian looked caught off guard. The anger on his face faded, replaced by confusion.“Julian, let go of me.”Julian looked down at his hand wrapped around my wrist. Slowly, he let go, but his face remained hard.Ethan looked at me and nodded. “I’m leaving, Gemma. Text me those details later.”“Thank you, Ethan. Get home safe.”The second Ethan was gone, Julian turned back to me. “In the car, Gemma” “Don't use that tone with me,” I said, standing tall. “You don't get to show up out of nowhere, grab me in public, and make a scene.”“We’re not doing this out here,” He stepped over, opened the passenger door, and waited.I wasn’t afraid of him, but I wasn’t going to argue with him in the middle of the street either. I walked past him and got into the car. But I was still angry. I didn’t want to stay. “Unlock the door, Julian,” I said. “I’ll
My Ex-Husband’s Billionaire Boss Wants Me. Uninvited Guests
Gemma.“If you put that much lemon in a hollandaise sauce again, Chef Lorenzo is going to make you prep fifty pounds of potatoes by hand,” Ethan said.I laughed, leaning back against the booth. “I didn't mean to. The bottle slipped.”“Two times?” Ethan raised an eyebrow. He took a sip of his water, a small grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.“Okay, maybe three times.” I looked down at my plate of pasta. The restaurant was quiet and warm. Soft lights hung from the ceiling. The muscles in my shoulders relaxed. I wasn't checking over my shoulder every time someone walked past our table.Two hours earlier, I was sitting on my couch in my sweatpants, staring at my phone. Every time the screen lit, my chest squeezed or when a car pulled up on the street outside my window, I froze, waiting to see if someone was getting out to look up at my apartment.When the doorbell rang at six o'clock, I jumped off the couch in fear.It was just Ethan standing in the hallway, wearing a simple blue s
My Ex-Husband’s Billionaire Boss Wants Me. Breaking Point
Gemma.It had been two days since the phone call, and I hadn't slept properly once.Every time my phone buzzed on the table, my stomach dropped. Every time a number or an unknown caller showed up on my screen, my heart skipped. I kept checking over my shoulder when I walked to my car. I kept checking the locks on my front door three times before going to bed.Someone was watching me. Someone knew I was in culinary school. They knew about the building on Wilshire. And the worst part was that I had no idea who it was.By Friday morning, I was exhausted. My head was pounding, but I forced myself to go to class anyway. I needed to pretend everything was fine. I needed something to take my mind off things.The kitchen was hot and noisy. Three large ovens were running behind my station, pumping thick heat into the room. The air smelled heavy with garlic and oil.I wiped sweat from my forehead with my sleeve. My hands were trembling as I picked up my knife.Chop. Chop. Chop.I tried to focus
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