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Chapter 22: He's my Ex
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I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My heart pounded as I stopped by a group of employees whispering."Is it true?" I asked, my voice sharper than intended. "Did the CEO really fire Daniel West?"They exchanged uneasy glances before one hesitantly nodded. "Yeah, it's true. He was fired this morning."My stomach dropped. "But why? What reason did Mr. Stone give?"Another shook their head. "We don’t know. One moment Daniel was here, and the next, he was gone."I clenched my fists. I knew exactly why. It had to be because of yesterday. Callum had no right—firing Daniel over his own insecurities? He was fucking ruthless.Anger surged as I stormed toward Callum’s office. My heels clicked sharply, fury growing with each step. Without knocking, I pushed the door open. He sat behind his desk, unbothered."What the hell, Callum?" I demanded, voice trembling with rage. "You fired Daniel? Because of yesterday?"Callum’s cold gaze met mine, unfazed. "I don’t want anyone stealing what’s mine."
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Callum's grip on my wrist tightened for a second before he let go, his expression unreadable. He turned away, running a hand through his hair, frustration evident in every movement."You think I wanted to leave you?" His voice was low, controlled, but there was an edge to it—a breaking point he was barely holding back."You think I wanted to marry Emilia?"I clenched my fists. "That's exactly what it looked like. One moment, you were mine, and the next, you were someone else’s husband! And now, you have the audacity to act like I belong to you?"Callum exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening."Emilia was dying, Athena. She had an illness that left her with only weeks to live. Her father—my mentor, the man who trusted me with everything—begged me to marry her. It wasn’t about love; it was about giving her comfort in her final days. I didn’t have a choice."The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My breath caught as I stared at him, my mind racing."You expect me to believe that?" My voic
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The weight of Lia’s question settled heavily between us.Was I still in love with Callum?I forced a laugh, shaking my head. “No. Never again. Especially now that I’ve seen how arrogant he is. He’s different now, and I hate it so much.”Lia studied me for a long moment, then leaned back in her chair. “If you say so.”Daniel, who had been silent, finally spoke. “So, does that mean I have a chance?” His voice was light, teasing, but there was a seriousness in his gaze that made my breath catch.I hesitated. “I… I don’t know.”“Wait. How do you know each other?” I asked Lia, trying to keep my voice steady.Lia blinked in surprise, then smiled. “Oh, Daniel’s my close friend. We’ve known each other for years. And he’s also Nica’s cousin—it’s such a coincidence, right?”A coincidence.I forced a nod, but something about it unsettled me. Of all people, Daniel had to be connected to Lia?Lia, still oblivious to my inner turmoil, turned to Daniel. “You should join us! It’s been a while since w
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“I… I don’t know.”The words left my lips before I could stop them. Lia’s question lingered in the air between us, heavier than I expected.I wasn’t closing my heart to Daniel, but I also wasn’t ready for anything. My main priority was Ryan’s recovery—nothing else mattered right now. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.Lia gave me a knowing look, her head tilting slightly. “You say that, but maybe Daniel deserves a chance. He’s kind, patient…” She smirked. “And completely into you.”I scoffed, shaking my head. “It’s not that simple.”“Doesn’t have to be complicated either,” she countered.I sighed, rubbing my temples. The last thing I wanted was to dissect my feelings tonight, but her words had already planted themselves in my mind.And suddenly, without warning, a name resurfaced.Callum.Not his voice, not his presence—just the weight of his name pressing against my thoughts, like an echo I couldn't shut out.I clenched my jaw, pushing it away. No. I wasn’t doing this.Lia
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My fingers tightened around the bouquet as my pulse quickened. Callum’s gaze burned into me, his expression unreadable, yet the tension in his stance spoke volumes.Daniel, oblivious to the storm brewing just a few feet away, continued, “I hope this brightens your day a little.”I swallowed, forcing a nod. “It does. Thank you, Daniel.”Before I could say more, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I had a feeling I knew exactly who it was before I even looked.Callum: Don’t lose my patience. Come to my office. Now.I exhaled sharply. There was no avoiding him. I turned to Daniel, offering him a small smile.“I’ll see you later, okay?”Daniel’s eyes searched mine, as if sensing the shift in my mood. “Are you alright?”I hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding. “Yeah, just… work stuff.&r
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I stared at the box of food and Callum remained standing there, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.“You didn’t have to do this,” I said, my voice quieter than I intended.He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes never leaving mine. “I did. Because if I didn’t, you would have worked yourself to exhaustion.”A mix of emotions swirled inside me—frustration, confusion, and something. A part of me wanted to reject his offering, to push him away, but another part of me… a part I didn’t want to acknowledge, was touched by the gesture.“Eat,” he said firmly, his voice brooking no argument.I hesitated, then sighed, lifting the box’s lid. Steam wafted into the air, revealing a meal that was clearly from my favorite restaurant. My chest tightened.“You remembered?” I murmured, more to myself than him.His jaw tensed. “I never forgot.”
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ATHENA'S POVThe ride home felt endless. My mind kept replaying the scene—Callum’s tense posture, the urgency in his voice, the way he shut me out. None of my concern. The words echoed painfully, stabbing at my heart with every repetition.When I arrived at the hospital, I saw my mother laughing with Ryan while he lay in the hospital bed. Their smiles were bright, their conversation lighthearted, and for a moment, it felt like the weight on my chest lessened. I forced a smile and greeted them, pushing aside my own turmoil.“What are you two talking about?” I asked, trying to keep my tone cheerful.Ryan grinned. “Callum promised to buy me a car when I recover.”My eyebrows shot up in surprise. Callum? I hadn't expected that. He rarely made such promises. But instead of questioning it, I played along, nodding encouragingly. “That sounds amazing, Ryan. You better recover quickly, then.”My mother chuckled, brushing Ryan’s hair back. “He’s been talking about it all afternoon. It’s really
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He looked at me like a dying man trying to remember sunlight.The flickering fluorescent light above cast shadows across his face, deepening the hollow beneath his cheekbones, making the bruises bloom darker on his skin. I reached out, but he flinched.“Callum,” I said again, gentler this time. “I know what they’ve done. I see it. But they don’t get to keep you.”He swallowed, and the sound felt deafening in the silence. “You don’t know what I’ve given them, Athena. What I had to give.”Julian appeared behind me, scanning the room with his weapon drawn, tense and ready. “We need to move. This place won’t stay quiet for long.”I looked back at Callum, still shackled to the cot. “We can’t leave him like this.”“There’s no time,” Will’s voice crackled through my comm. “Guards converging. Eastern hallway. You’ve got five minutes, max.”I turned to Julian. “Cut him loose.”Julian hesitated only a second before crossing the room. “He’ll slow us down.”“Then we’ll move slower,” I snapped.Ca
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My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 89: Bring him home
Three days had passed since Will told me Callum was dead.Three days since the convoy firestorm — since the smoke, the silence, and the sound of nothing on the other end of the line. We buried his name in an encrypted memorial on the darknet, posted beneath a single phrase: Some ghosts burn brighter than the living.The world kept moving.The children were safe — scattered across hidden sanctuaries with new identities and guardians who still believed in justice. Nora-3 was adapting faster than we thought possible. Her neural scans had begun to normalize, as if freedom was rewriting her brain.But me?I was static.Functioning. Breathing. Moving.But not feeling.Not really.Until the ping.It came through Will’s system at 2:17 a.m. — a ghost packet embedded in a relay node we’d used back in Prague, long since scrubbed and mothballed.I was the one who saw it.The days were a blur of comms and half-formed plans. Every hour that passed with Callum’s message sitting like a hot ember in m
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 88: Feel empty
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My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 87: Not even Callum
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