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65. The Confrontation
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The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 162: Poker night with the guys
Shawn POVI leaned back in the plush leather chair, the faint hum of the casino buzzing around me like a distant heartbeat. The private poker room in the heart of Chicago’s downtown was dimly lit, with a sleek mahogany table at its center, green felt pristine under the soft glow of a chandelier. The air smelled of whiskey, cigar smoke, and the sharp tang of anticipation. Tonight was my bachelor party, my last night as a single man before I married Ella tomorrow, and I couldn’t have been more ready for both—this night with my boys and the life waiting for me with her. I glanced at the deck of cards in front of me, then at Sidd, my butler—though tonight, he was here as my friend, my closest confidant, the guy who’d been by my side through more than I could count.“Sidd, you’re looking too serious for a poker night,” I said, grinning as I poured him a glass of whiskey from the bottle on the table. “Loosen up, man. This is a celebration.”Sidd, always polished in his tailored suit, even
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 162: Best bachelor party ever
Ella’s POVThe neon lights of the party limo pulsed in time with the pounding bass of the pop music blasting through the speakers, turning the interior into a kaleidoscope of pink, purple, and blue. I leaned back against the plush leather seat, my mocktail in hand, watching my girls lose themselves in the chaos of the moment. My bachelorette party was in full swing, and the energy in the limo was electric. Cassie and Beckie, the youngest of the group, were at the center of it all, dancing like they were auditioning for a music video, their arms raised as they belted out the lyrics to some catchy pop anthem. Ava, the glamorous New Yorker who was technically the oldest among us, was right there with them, her blonde hair swinging as she matched their wild energy move for move. Laura, ever the picture of elegance, was a bit more reserved, sipping her champagne and swaying to the beat, but the smile on her face told me she was having just as much fun. And then there was Celeste, my mai
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 161: Girls night
Ella’s POVI stood in front of the mirror in my living room, adjusting the sparkly silver headband that screamed “Bride-to-Be” in rhinestone letters. My heart was racing with excitement, a bubbly kind of joy that made me feel like I was floating. Tomorrow was the big day—my wedding to Shawn—and tonight was my bachelorette party, a night to let loose with my girls before I walked down the aisle. Shawn had already left for his own bachelor party, looking unfairly handsome in his dark jeans and button-down shirt. I’d grabbed his collar, pulled him close, and kissed him before he walked out the door.“Just don’t have too much fun, okay?” I teased, my lips brushing against his.He grinned, his warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners. “Promise I’ll save the best for you, babe.” One more quick kiss, and he was gone, leaving me with a flutter in my chest and a smile I couldn’t wipe off my face.Now, it was just me and Celeste in my apartment, sipping champagne—or rather, Celeste was sipping
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 160: Yours forever
Celeste’s POVI was sprawled on my couch, scrolling through my phone, half-watching some mindless reality show, when the doorbell rang. It was late—later than I usually got visitors—and for a moment, I considered ignoring it. My apartment was my sanctuary, a cozy space filled with soft throw blankets and bookshelves that overflowed with novels and trinkets from my travels. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and the idea of getting up to answer the door felt like an intrusion on my quiet evening. But curiosity got the better of me, so I padded across the hardwood floor in my fuzzy socks, smoothing down my oversized sweater as I went.When I opened the door, I froze. There stood Marcus, his tall frame filling the doorway, holding an enormous bouquet of red roses that looked almost comically large in his hands. His light hair was slightly mussed, and his eyes—those intense, stormy eyes that always seemed to carry a mix of guilt and hope—locked onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach f
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 159: Time to break free
Marcus’s POV"Is this because of that woman I met in your apartment a few days ago? The one with the sharp eyes and the way she looked at you like you were something special? I could tell how you look at her. You're in love with her, aren't you?"The mention of Celeste brought an unbidden smile to Marcus's lips. He couldn't help it; just thinking about her lit a fire in his chest, a warmth that spread through him like sunlight breaking through clouds. After years of being consumed by his obsession with Ella—a dark, possessive fixation that had nearly destroyed him—he hadn't believed he could feel this way again. Celeste was different: kind, intelligent, with a laugh that made the world feel less heavy. She challenged him, made him want to be better. His heart skipped a beat at the memory of her touch, the way her eyes sparkled when she teased him. Yes, he was falling for her, hard and fast, and it terrified him as much as it exhilarated him."Yeah," he admitted, his voice softening
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 158: Time to do the right thing
Marcus’s POVMarcus sat in the corner booth of the small, unassuming cafe on the outskirts of the city, his fingers drumming nervously on the wooden table. The place was nothing special—a faded sign outside read "Brew Haven," and inside, the air smelled of overbrewed coffee and fresh pastries that he had no appetite for. He had chosen this spot deliberately: neutral ground, public, no chance of things escalating into the physical territory that had defined his encounters with Vanessa for far too long. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anxiety and resolve churning in his gut. For years, Marcus had been a man defined by his mistakes, a walking catalog of regrets that weighed on him like an invisible chain. But today, he was here to break one link in that chain.It had all started with that brutal confrontation with Ella. God, how her words had sliced through him like a knife. She had thrown Cassie in his face—the girl from college, the one he had truly loved once, but whom he h
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