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Chapter 99: We did it
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My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 102: Worth saving
The next morning brought fog.Thick and silencing, it rolled over Emberfield like a hand pressing gently over a mouth—warning, not suffocating. A prelude. The kind of quiet that precedes a scream.I dressed quickly, pulling on the reinforced boots Callum had modified last winter, then shrugged on the weathered jacket with the stitched raven insignia. I didn’t even realize it until later, but I’d grabbed his. It smelled like him—cinder, pine, and the faint metallic tang of old circuitry.Callum was already in the courtyard with Raven and Eli, scanning the latest feeds. His back was straight, shoulders squared, but I could see the weight pulling at him.We locked eyes as I approached.“She moved again,” he said.“North?”He nodded. “Three clicks past the Black Pine Wall. The drones didn’t even catch her. We only knew because Kira woke screaming.”“Same dream?”“No,” Raven cut in, her voice sharper than usual. “This time she saw a building. A tower. Burned-out, crumbling, but still stand
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 101: Never stop loving you
I didn’t sleep that night.Not because of fear—though it curled at the edge of my thoughts like smoke—but because Callum held me, and I couldn’t bear to let go. We lay in silence, our fingers intertwined beneath the blanket, our bodies close beneath the old solar-thermal canopy we had cobbled together in the earliest days of Emberfield.Outside, the valley held its breath. Somewhere below, the tech team was scrambling to trace the signal. Raven had locked herself in the command outpost. Kira had fallen into a fitful, whispered sleep, murmuring to herself in languages she hadn’t spoken in years.But here, in our little red-doored home at the edge of the world, Callum’s heartbeat was steady. Grounding. Human.“I thought she was gone,” I whispered into the dark.He didn’t ask who I meant. He knew.“Sometimes the past doesn’t stay buried,” he said. “But that doesn’t mean it gets to define you.”I turned my face into his chest. “What if it defines her?”Kira.Callum exhaled slowly, his han
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 100: Anchor
We called it Emberfield.The name came from a half-burned signpost near the northern ridge, where wild poppies had begun to grow again. Raven said it was too poetic. I told her that’s exactly why we needed it.It started with a single shelter—a salvaged supply depot retrofitted into a central hall. We slept there for weeks while volunteers rebuilt the outposts surrounding the valley. Engineers came from Calderon, traders from the Free Zone, even two old Resistance pilots who had faked their deaths and vanished into the cloud jungles. Everyone wanted a new start.Callum and I carved a space at the edge of the settlement. Not far from Kira, not too close to the hub. A cottage, if you could call it that. Timber and steel walls, solar-thermal roof, a wide window that overlooked the basin.He hung the first door with his own hands. I painted it red.“Red?” he asked, smirking.“For defiance,” I told him.He kissed my forehead. “Then red it is.”We had three months of peace. Real peace.Kira
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 99: We did it
We stayed at Tiern’s Watch longer than we should have.The girl—codenamed Kira in the decrypted files—remained unconscious, tethered to salvaged medical rigs and biofeedback loops Raven rigged from Resistance scraps. Her vitals were steady, but she was more machine than child—at least for now.Callum rarely left her side.I watched him sometimes through the reinforced glass, his tall frame silhouetted by blinking lights and the endless white of the mountains outside. He didn’t speak much, but when he did, his voice was low, careful, almost reverent. Like he was talking to the ghost of who he might’ve been if Eidolon hadn’t taken everything.“She doesn’t deserve this,” he murmured one night, his eyes never leaving Kira’s face. “None of them did.”“You included,” I said softly from the doorway.He didn’t respond right away. Just kept watching the girl, her chest rising and falling in rhythmic pulses.“I made choices,” he said eventually.I stepped inside. “So did I. We all did. But what
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 98: Behind us
The Hollow smoldered behind us, now just a ruin beneath ice and smoke. We didn’t look back again.We moved fast, scavenging what gear we could from the outer caches before the next wave tried to claw their way through the wreckage. I uploaded the remnants of Paladin’s archive to a secure air-gapped node, deep inside an untraceable drive slotted into my belt. If we died, someone would know what we’d done—and how to finish it.Callum barely spoke. His silence wasn’t empty, though. It pulsed. He was a man with his memories returned, and the weight of that truth sat differently on his shoulders. Not like a burden—more like armor.“We need to reach Tiern’s Watch,” he said at last, his voice cutting through the rustling pines. “There’s a comms outpost on the ridge. Old Resistance tech. If it’s still online, we can send out the Red Signal.”I glanced at him. “That’ll put a target on every remaining ally we have.”He gave me a wry half-smile. “Better a target than a grave.”Tiern’s Watch was
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 97: Together
The Hollow became a war room.Dust-covered maps were unrolled across the metal table. Old comms crackled with ghost signals, some looping endlessly, fragments of surveillance sweeps long since obsolete. The chill of the Pyrenean air crept under the reinforced doors. I didn’t bother fighting it anymore. Cold kept you alert.Callum crouched by the stacked crates near the entrance, rifling through Paladin’s cache. He moved with more certainty now, each gesture weighted with muscle memory slowly returning. He’d been a soldier, a tactician, a ghost. And some part of him—something Eidolon hadn’t fully erased—was waking up.“They’re triangulating,” he said, holding up a gutted drone. “Three pulses in the last hour. Someone’s painting the valley with recon pings. We’ve got two days. Maybe less.”I nodded, my eyes on the screen still frozen with Julian Marek’s last words: They’re coming.Two years ago, Marek had been a whisper behind closed doors. A financier for Eidolon, yes—but more than tha
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 96: Deceptive
The silence after the storm was deceptive.Marseille slumbered in the thin hours before dawn, its harbor murmuring like some great, dreaming leviathan. The neon signs flickered above shuttered cafés and steel gates, casting broken reflections in puddles that never quite dried. From the apartment window, the city looked calm.But I had learned the hard way that stillness could mean a thousand things—none of them peace.Callum hadn’t stirred for hours.His breathing was steady, but the way his fingers twitched against mine told me his mind was navigating unfamiliar terrain. The procedure had taken something. I didn’t know what yet. I wouldn’t until he opened his eyes and spoke, and even then, I wasn’t sure we’d know if it was all there.I didn’t sleep.Instead, I sat against the headboard, a pistol within arm’s reach, watching the shadows stretch and contract as the moon moved behind ragged clouds.Paladin had warned me.“He may remember you in fragments,” he’d said, voice grave as he s
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 95: Trigger
The snow came in thick that morning.It blanketed the ridge in silence, muting the world until everything beyond the windows blurred into shades of white and grey. Callum stood outside, barely a silhouette against the swirling flakes, wrapped in that old green coat he found in the closet and claimed as his own. I watched him through the frost-laced glass, my hands cupped around the ceramic mug—his coffee, still bitter, still undrinkable.But I sipped it anyway.Because he’d made it for me. Because the effort mattered more than the taste.I opened the door slowly. The cold slapped my skin, immediate and bracing.“Morning,” I called.He turned slightly, his breath visible in short puffs. “Didn’t want to wake you.”“You didn’t.” I stepped beside him. “You okay?”His jaw tensed. “I’m… almost.”I waited. We’d fallen into a rhythm like that—one of pauses and offerings. No pressure. Just space, held gently.He finally said, “I dreamed I was back in the vault. But this time, I walked in willi
My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire Chapter 94: Shut down
The safehouse in the Scottish Highlands didn’t look like much—half-buried in moss and stone, tucked beneath a crooked ridge. But after what we’d been through, it felt like the world’s last cathedral. Quiet. Empty. Untouched by programs and wires and memories that weren’t ours.Callum barely spoke the first day. He slept. For once, real sleep—not the restless, drug-induced recovery that followed every mission. I watched him from the armchair across the room, wrapped in the heavy plaid blanket someone had left behind, eyes tracking the rise and fall of his chest as if I still didn’t quite believe he was breathing freely.I wanted to reach for him. But after Reykjavik, after the screaming and seizures and crimson light inside that vault—I was afraid of shattering something fragile. Not him. Us.So I waited.On the third night, the fireplace crackled back to life, and so did he.“You should sleep,” Callum murmured from where he stood by the window, arms crossed loosely over his chest. “I
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