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My Ex-husband Wanted My Money, The Billionaire Wanted Me CHAPTER 32
EDWARD "What the hell is going on here?"Adrian's question dragged me out of my own head, and I looked at him, then at Chloe, then at Elena....both women still glowing from whatever secret language they'd apparently invented in the last four minutes.I had never seen Chloe like thisShe was laughing. Actually laughing, not the practiced little smile she'd perfected for family dinners and charity galas, the one calibrated to look polite without revealing a single actual feeling underneath it. This was unguarded. Loud, even.She looked free.I genuinely could not remember the last time I'd seen that."Yeah," I said, folding my arms because standing there gaping made me look stupid. "I'd also like an explanation."The two of them traded a look like they were deciding how much to tell us. Elena cleared her throat first."I met Chloe at the hospital where I work.""The hospital?" Adrian's eyebrows went up."Yes.""And you're.... friends?""Best friends," Chloe said, grinning like she'd ju
My Ex-husband Wanted My Money, The Billionaire Wanted Me CHAPTER 31
CHLOE I'd spent most of my life being told I wasn't enough.Not thin enough. Not graceful enough. Not polished in the specific, exhausting way my mother meant whenever she used the word. She had a gift for finding the one thing wrong with a room, an outfit, a dinner....and an even sharper gift for finding it in me.When I was six, it was my freckles.I remember standing in front of the bathroom mirror, cataloguing the little brown constellations across my cheeks, while my mother stood behind me like a disappointed art critic."Why do you have so many of those?""I don't know.""No one else in this family has freckles."I touched one, carefully. "I like them."She frowned like I'd said something mildly offensive. "You shouldn't."That was the whole operation, basically, for the next twenty years. Eat too much, I was getting fat. Lose weight, the women in our family were supposed to be slim. Wear something she hadn't chosen, it didn't flatter me. Talk too loud, uncouth. Talk too little
My Ex-husband Wanted My Money, The Billionaire Wanted Me CHAPTER 30
ELENAAdrian freaking Blackwood was avoiding me.Not in a subtle, maybe-he's-just-swamped-at-work way. In a full-blown, five-star, Olympic-level avoidance campaign, like I had the plague!Every morning I came down expecting him at the table, the way we'd quietly started doing without either of us realizing. I assumed a meeting. Then it had become a bit.... he'd just stay long enough to kiss Elias's forehead, give me a nod that could've been meant for furniture, say "Bye," and vanish like a man late for his own kidnapping.No breakfast. No 'how'd you sleep.' Nothing. The audacity.I stabbed my eggs in the morning like they'd personally wronged me."Unbelievable."Elias looked over, mildly concerned for my mental state."Nothing, sweetheart." I smiled and went back to assaulting breakfast.Here is what got under my skin most: He was the one who leaned in first. He was the one who looked at my mouth like he'd forgotten his own middle name, I do not even know he's middle name! And somehow
My Ex-husband Wanted My Money, The Billionaire Wanted Me CHAPTER 29
ELENAI barely made it to my bed before I dropped onto it, flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling without any words in my head at all.Then it hit me.We almost kissed!I sat up so fast my hair fell into my face. "Oh my god."Adrian and I. My husband.... well technically fake husband, though that distinction was doing a lot less work than it used to. My heart was already racing just replaying it.What would've happened if he hadn't pulled back? If our lips had actually met instead of stopping an inch short? If I'd kissed him back, which, if I was being honest with the ceiling, I absolutely would have?I covered my face with both hands. "No. No, no, no."That would've broken every rule we'd set before I signed anything. Separate rooms. Separate lives. No intimacy, no falling for each other, no crossing whatever line we'd drawn in that office the night he offered me the job. And for a few seconds in that kitchen, I'd forgotten every single one of them existed.Because I'd wanted to k
My Ex-husband Wanted My Money, The Billionaire Wanted Me CHAPTER 28
ADRIAN"It was supposed to be Laura."Elena stared at me. "Laura?""You're not her."Her eyebrows pulled together. "I know that. Who's Laura?"I looked away. "Elias's mother.""Oh." Just that. One quiet word.I couldn't blame her for not knowing what to do with it. What was I supposed to say.... that I'd just measured her against the woman who tore apart everything I'd spent years trying to protect? That I'd worked for years to stop thinking about Laura at all, and somehow Elena had walked in and made me remember what wanting something felt like?I didn't have an answer. I didn't even fully know what I was feeling. That was the actual problem.Confused. Conflicted. Scared, if I was being honest with myself, which I rarely let myself be.And underneath all of it, one thought wouldn't shut up: She's going to leave too. I knew Elena wasn't Laura. Every rational part of me understood that. My head didn't care about rational. It remembered trust, and what trust had cost the last time I han
My Ex-husband Wanted My Money, The Billionaire Wanted Me CHAPTER 27
ADRIANI stopped outside Elias's door without meaning to. I'd only come up to say goodnight.Then I saw them through the gap.... Elena on the edge of his bed, a picture book open in her hands, Elias curled into her side like he'd found exactly where he was supposed to be. Comfortable. Safe. Happy, in a way I still wasn't fully used to seeing on his face.I stood there longer than I meant to, just watching.Her voice stayed soft through the story, pausing now and then to show him a page. He barely moved, fully absorbed, tucked against her like this situation had been true his whole life instead of a few months.Something in my chest pulled tight, and I didn't like it. Not even slightly.Because I could see everything happening in real time.... the way he looked at her now, the way he reached for her without being asked, the way he'd started trailing her through the house like gravity had shifted in her direction. The way he ate without a fight. The way he'd started, slowly and without a
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