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Chapter 24: His Reason
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My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 112: Then it broke
The echo-space hummed with gentle waves of memory, but beneath its serenity, a note trembled out of key.I didn’t notice it at first. Not while Callum’s fingers rested in mine, our breaths syncing in quiet rhythm. Not while Kira sent glittering nodes of her parents’ laughter into the sky, or when Raven traced constellations with a curious reverence I never thought she possessed. But then the warmth shifted—subtly. Like a symphony one note too sharp.Callum felt it too.His grip tightened. “Do you hear that?”I nodded slowly. “It’s… off.”The harmony we'd earned—fought for—was quivering, like a thread stretched too tight. I sat up, peering around the glowing space. It was still beautiful. Still vast. But like a smile held too long, the effort of it cracked.Behind me, Callum stood, his jaw set. “The vessel’s changing.”“No,” Kira said, already at the basin. “Something is changing.”Glyphs flared to life again—less stable this time. They jittered like broken thoughts. Raven crouched bes
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 111: Promise
The vessel had no engines. No cockpit. No flight path.It moved like a song remembered—drifting on something beyond propulsion. When we stepped aboard, the floor pulsed beneath our feet like a heartbeat syncing to our presence. Each of us heard something different: Kira claimed it whispered equations; Raven swore it hummed war chants from a language long dead. For me, it was simpler.It whispered Callum’s name.Not as a summons.As a promise.The harmonic vessel accepted our resonance signatures within seconds of boarding. Tendrils of soft light wrapped around our wrists, our throats, like invisible chords tuning an instrument before a concert. It didn't bind—it calibrated. My skin tingled, and beside me, Callum let out a quiet breath.“You feel that?” he asked.I nodded. “It knows us.”He reached over, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “Then it knows how stubborn you are.”I smirked. “And how much you love that about me.”Callum didn’t laugh.He just looked at me, his expr
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 110: I'm afraid again
The signal had changed again.Not in tone.In direction.It wasn’t calling anymore.It was waiting.We stood beneath the Archive’s east alcove where the resonance maps were rendered in real-time. Glyphs pulsed on the curved obsidian walls, golden veins tracing patterns that hadn’t existed yesterday. The signal—Sol’s, and others interlaced with it—wasn’t moving forward. It hovered, oscillating, like breath caught between inhale and exhale.Kira frowned. “It’s positioning itself. Not broadcasting to lure us—but anchoring. Like it’s making a door.”I touched the map’s glowing center. “Or a threshold.”Callum’s voice came low beside me. “Then the question is—do we cross it?”We were no longer alone in asking.The others had begun to sense it too: the way the turbines hummed in intervals that matched heartbeat patterns, how the Archive’s light panels dimmed not by time but by emotion. The place was alive in a way it had never been before.Not just listening.Responding.Some thought it was
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 109: Another pulse
The signal hadn’t changed.But we had.It came softly, like a memory threading itself through the air—barely perceptible at first. Kira detected it in the harmonics lab, noting a faint anomaly in the background noise of the Archive’s western cliffs. She called it a “ghost harmonic.” Nothing dangerous. Nothing urgent.But Callum heard something else.Not a frequency.A name.Mine.I was in the greenhouse when he found me, hands buried in soil, whispering a story to the vines—an old one about snowfall and warmth. The blue blossoms had unfurled, basking in the gentleness of the words. That’s when his shadow fell across the stones.“You need to hear this,” he said, breathless.I straightened. “Another pulse?”He shook his head. “Something different. Not a warning. It’s… calling you.”My hands were still streaked with soil when I followed him.We didn’t speak on the walk. The wind turbines hummed gently as we passed, their tones shifting like sighs. Callum walked fast, but not in panic—mor
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 108: Difference
The seasons had shifted.We noticed it first in the wind—no longer sharp or restless, but calm. As if even the weather had stopped bracing for something that never came. Wildflowers we didn’t plant took root along the cliffside, growing in fractal patterns that seemed... intentional. Raven joked that the earth was syncing to the new signal. Kira disagreed—it was the signal syncing to the earth.Either way, we stopped trying to tell the difference.The Harmonic Archive grew slower than expected. Not because of difficulty, but because no one rushed. Every choice was deliberate. Every blueprint reviewed, not for efficiency, but resonance. Buildings went up not just for shelter, but for story. One hall was designed entirely around the notes of a lost Folded Path lullaby, its architecture humming softly when the wind passed just right. Another was shaped like a listening shell, tuned to frequencies only the Archive’s youngest members could hear.Sol, the recruit Raven brought, was one of t
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 107: Not Perfectly
The days blurred, not from speed but from stillness. No alarms. No transmissions crackling through the quiet. Just the slow pulse of normal life trying to remember itself. Callum and I built a rhythm out of simple things—repairs, walks along the cliffs, salvaging old tech from the shoreline. The house we’d found was crumbling, but we liked it that way. We patched it up, brick by brick, and let the rest stay wild.The world outside was learning. Frequencies that once pierced the sky with warnings now hummed low and curious. Drones that used to scan for anomalies drifted like forgotten kites, their protocols overwritten by new harmonics. We were no longer targets. We were ghosts of an old system, living in a new one.But peace is never passive. It’s something you choose. Every day. And I could feel something pulling again.It started with the dreams.They weren’t visions. Not like before. No glyphs or chanting. Just presence. A quiet awareness that someone—or something—was watching, wai
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