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The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 147: My daughter, my cure
Marcus’s POVThe engine of my car was still ticking as I pulled into the parking lot of my building, the city’s neon glow reflecting off the hood. My hands gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white, the weight of the day still pressing down on me like a lead blanket. The cigarette I’d smoked on the drive hadn’t done much to dull the ache in my chest. I was a mess, unraveling at the edges, but I didn’t have time to fall apart. Ella’s call, asking me to take Lily for the night, had pulled me out of Vanessa’s apartment and back into reality, forcing me to shove my chaos aside for my daughter.I spotted Ella’s car parked near the entrance, its headlights cutting through the dusk. As I stepped out of my car, the passenger door flew open, and Lily came barreling toward me, her little legs pumping, her curls bouncing under her sparkly headband. “Daddy!” she squealed, launching herself into my arms. I caught her, her small body colliding with mine in a hug so tight it squeezed the air f
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 146: Até my limit
Marcus’s POVThe afternoon sunset barely filtered through the heavy curtains of Vanessa Monroe’s apartment, casting a dim, hazy glow over the tangled sheets where we lay. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and cheap perfume, the kind that clung to your skin long after you left. My body was still buzzing from the frantic, almost desperate sex we’d just had, like two animals lost in a haze of need, no tenderness, no connection, just raw release. Vanessa was sprawled beside me, her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow, her breathing heavy as she stared at the ceiling. I didn’t care what she was thinking. I didn’t care about her at all. This was what I needed; I just needed sex, mindless and consuming, to drown out the noise in my head.I’d called Vanessa because she was easy, predictable. She didn’t expect anything from me, and I didn’t have to pretend. It was a transaction, it was sex for money, no strings, no feelings. She hated me, and I knew it, but that didn’t matter. I pai
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 145: There's no beauty in this
Theo’s POVThe drive back from the amusement park was filled with the kind of warmth that only a day with my kids could bring. Milla and Ben were sprawled in the backseat, clutching their oversized stuffed animals, a tiger for Ben, a glittery unicorn for Milla, giggling about the roller coasters, the cotton candy, and the epic bumper car battle where Milla had declared herself the undisputed champion. Their laughter was a balm to the raw edges of my heart, still stinging from Amanda’s text earlier: “I know you quit. You’d better find somewhere to live. We’re done.” I’d pushed it to the back of my mind, determined to give my kids a day free of the chaos that had become my life. The memory of their joy, their carefree smiles, was worth every second of uncertainty I faced now.As we pulled into the parking lot of our apartment complex, the sun was setting, casting a soft orange glow over the buildings. Milla was recounting her victory on the ring toss, her voice animated, while Ben in
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 144: A day of adventures
Theo’s POVThe weight of the morning’s confrontation with Marcus still lingered as I pulled into the school parking lot, the engine of my beat-up sedan idling softly. My knuckles still ached from the punch I’d landed on his jaw, a dull throb that felt like a badge of defiance. Walking away from that job when I handed Marcus my resignation letter and left his office behind had been like shedding a heavy chain I’d worn for years. Amanda’s voice, her insistence that I stay in that soul-crushing assistant role for “stability,” had been a constant pressure, but I was done letting her and Marcus control me. For the first time in a long time, I felt free, even if that freedom came with a storm of uncertainty.The school bell rang, and I stepped out of the car, leaning against the hood as I waited for Milla and Ben. The afternoon sun was warm, the sky a clear blue, and I let myself breathe, really breathe, for the first time that day. I’d spent so long trapped by Marcus’s arrogance, by Ama
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 134: I'm Done
Theo’s POVThe sterile hum of the lab’s waiting area buzzed in my ears as I sat, my leg bouncing restlessly against the linoleum floor. I’d dropped off the hair sample from Milla’s brush two days ago, and the wait for the DNA test results was eating me alive. Every minute felt like a lifetime, the uncertainty gnawing at my core. Was Milla mine? Was Ben? The suspicion that Amanda had betrayed me with Marcus had been a quiet poison for years, but now it was a roar I couldn’t ignore. I hadn’t told anyone—not Ella, not my parents, and definitely not Marcus—about the test. It was my burden to carry, at least until the truth came out.But sitting in that waiting room, staring at the generic motivational posters on the walls, I knew I couldn’t keep living the way I had been. Working as Marcus’s assistant, swallowing my resentment every day just because Amanda insisted it was a “good opportunity,” was suffocating me. She’d pushed me into that job, claiming it was for our family’s stability
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 142: What We Have
Celeste’s POV“Your apartment’s actually pretty nice,” I commented with a little laugh, glancing briefly at Marcus Carter’s bedroom.I was lying in bed with him, completely naked, his bare body wrapped around me from behind. We’d just made love passionately, well after we’d both left Ella’s place. There was so much chemistry between us that we clearly couldn’t resist. Before I knew it, we were in his apartment, kissing like mad, tearing each other’s clothes off in a frenzy as he carried me to his bed.Now that the desire was fading, replaced by intense waves of pleasure, I could feel the weight of my choices settling on my conscience. I mean, I’d promised Ella that it had only been a one-night thing with her ex-husband, nothing more. Yet here I was, doing it again, and every time I looked at him, I felt something so deep inside me that I refused to let take root.Marcus laughed, a bit embarrassed. “The compliments go to the interior designer my company hired. I had nothing to do wit
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