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My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-08-12
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She never saw it coming. One day, the man she loved was just... gone. All she had left was a single, cryptic letter, received mere hours after he had proposed to her. The very next day, she found out the devastating truth: he had married the billionaire's daughter. The pain of his betrayal was almost unbearable, but the deluge of unanswered questions was even worse. Why did he leave? What had she done wrong? A month later, he returned—not just as a widowed billionaire, but as her new boss. She was now his secretary, forced to sit across from the man who shattered her world. He was full of regret, practically begging for a second chance. He claimed he had made a terrible mistake and desperately wanted her back. But soon, she would learn the truth behind his sudden departure—the real reason he had abandoned her. And that truth? It cut deeper than any betrayal ever could.
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My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 167
The frost returned again, but not as it had before.This time, I felt it before I saw it. It was a low hum in the soil beneath my feet, a vibration that trembled through the wooden boards of the porch and into my bones. When I stepped outside, the air was neither sharp nor still—it was tense, as though the world itself was bracing for something.The stranger was already in the garden, though they weren’t tending to anything. They stood with their hands loose at their sides, eyes on the old tree. Their breath came slow, deliberate.“It’s early,” I said.They didn’t answer.The root’s pulse had changed. It no longer beat in the steady, measured rhythm I had grown used to—it was quicker, uneven, like a drumline preparing for war. The frost that had crept across the garden last time had been silver-white and delicate; now, what formed along the edges of the glade was heavier, thicker, almost metallic in its sheen.I knelt by the rise of earth where the root slept, pressing my palms to the
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-08-12My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 166
The frost returned sooner than I thought it would.It came not with the gradual bite of early winter, but in a single night when the wind shifted and the world woke dressed in silver. I stepped into the garden at dawn and saw the thin layer of ice tracing every leaf’s edge like careful handwriting. The air was sharp enough to sting my lungs, but beneath the cold, the ground where the root lay still held its warmth.I knelt there without gloves, brushing my fingertips over the faint rise in the earth. The heartbeat was slower now, deeper, but it was there—steady, unhurried. As if it knew frost could not truly touch it.The children came later, scarves loose around their necks, cheeks bright from the chill. They ran to the glade without looking for me, as though drawn by something older than play. I watched them gather near the pedestal, their laughter softer than usual, like they were keeping from waking something.The stranger stood at the far side of the garden, leaning on the old ra
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-08-10My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 165
The first frost did not come as a thief.It came as a guest.The air carried it gently into the garden, as though the season itself had been invited to sit among us. I felt it in the morning mist, in the silvered edges of leaves, in the way breath became visible in the early hours. The children’s laughter didn’t falter—it only came in shorter bursts, their hands warmer when they found mine.I told myself it was just a change of season.But the garden seemed to lean closer, as if trying to whisper something it wasn’t ready to speak aloud.That evening, I walked to the glade.The stones were warm, though the air was cold. The book still rested on the pedestal, a silent witness to years of stories. I expected stillness, but the pages were fluttering—though no wind stirred.I approached.The movement stopped.The page it had turned to was unfamiliar. Not one I—or anyone—had written. The handwriting was not ours, and yet it was as though it knew me.It read:“When the frost comes, so will
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-08-09My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 164
The garden did not fade.It unfolded.As if the soil itself had been waiting—patiently, tenderly—for my return, not as someone searching, but as someone who could finally listen.The children played in spirals now, not just games of joy, but rituals of remembering. Each laugh was a thread in the fabric of the moment. Each question they asked was not for an answer, but an opening.And I was not their teacher.I was their witness.I watched as they painted not just with colors, but with truths too wild for language. Their brushstrokes did not describe—they revealed. Some images danced and shifted even as they dried, not trapped by the canvas, but held within it, like songs inside a shell.Then one child—a quiet one, whose presence always felt like punctuation—held up their canvas. It was blank."What's this?" I asked gently.They tilted their head. “It’s the next part.”And something within me stirred. The blankness was not emptiness. It was permission.—That night, I did not sleep.No
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-08-06My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 163
The dance did not end.It softened.Slowed.Not from weariness, but from fullness—like a song that knew when its echo had become part of the listener.The garden, reborn in light, shimmered not with grandeur but with gentleness. The kind of beauty that did not ask to be admired—only witnessed.I wa
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 162
This morning, the garden whispered first.Not in words, but in shift—a gentle lean of petal toward light not yet risen.The mirrors on the tree had dulled in the night, not with dust, but with reverence. As if even reflection required rest. I moved quietly among them, each surface stirring slightly
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 161
This morning, the mist sank deeper.Not like a weight, but like memory remembering itself.It didn’t hover. It seeped. Into bark. Into breath. Into the folds of the spaces between thoughts. The world did not grow dimmer—only quieter. I rose slowly, not from sleep, but from stillness. There was no u
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 160
This morning, the mist arrived before the light.It clung not like fog, but like a story forgotten in a dream—thin, but insistent. I stepped into it without caution. I’ve learned that here, the veil is not always meant to be lifted. Sometimes, it is to be walked with.In the hush, I met Yren.He wa
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