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The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 168: Consequences
Marcus POVThe Chicago night was cool, the city lights streaking past as I drove my car through the streets, the weight of the evening pressing on me like a heavy fog. It was surreal, being here, picking up my girlfriend Celeste from Ella’s bachelorette party—Ella, my ex-wife, whose wedding to Shawn was tomorrow. And if that wasn’t weird enough, Cassie, my ex-girlfriend from college, was in the backseat, along with her friend Beckie. This night was a collision of my past and present, and I was doing my best to keep my head above water.I’d volunteered to drive Cassie and Beckie home after Shawn got Ella’s text saying the girls were too drunk to manage on their own. It was the least I could do, especially since I was already there to get Celeste. I’d seen Ella leaving with Shawn, her arm tucked into his, her face glowing even in the dim light of the club’s entrance. Jason and Terence had scooped up their wives, Laura and Ava, both giggling and unsteady, and Bea’s husband, Rowon, had
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 167: Just women and their husbands
Ella POVThe nightclub was a sensory overload—strobing lights, thumping bass, and the laughter of my girls echoing over the chaos. My bachelorette party had been everything I’d hoped for and more, but as the night wore on, I could see the girls were starting to fade. Ava was swaying a little too much, her designer heels wobbling as she danced with Beckie. Laura, usually so composed, was giggling uncontrollably at something Cassie said, her champagne glass dangerously close to spilling. Celeste was still going strong, her tiara askew as she belted out the chorus of the latest pop song, but even she was starting to look glassy-eyed. I was exhausted myself, the weight of my six-week pregnancy making my feet ache despite my sober state. It was time to call it a night.I pulled out my phone, leaning against the bar to steady myself, and texted Shawn: Hey, babe. The girls are pretty drunk. Can you and the guys come pick us up? I’m okay, just tired. His reply came almost instantly: On our
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 166: You don't deserve forgiveness
Celeste POVThe poker game had wound down, and the private room in the Chicago casino felt looser now, the air thick with cigar smoke and the lingering burn of whiskey. The green felt table was littered with empty glasses and scattered chips, evidence of a night well spent. My bachelor party—Shawn’s, technically—was still going, but the vibe had shifted from the intensity of the game to something more relaxed. Jason, Terence, Sidd, and Theo were sprawled across the leather couches, their ties loosened, jackets off, trading stories about old deals and older mistakes. Laughter punctuated the air, and for a moment, I almost felt like I belonged. Almost. But the weight of my past, the mistakes I’d made, hung over me like a shadow I couldn’t shake.I leaned back in my chair, nursing my drink, my eyes drifting to Theo across the room. He was laughing at something Terence said, his ease with the group a stark contrast to the tension I’d felt from him earlier. Theo had been my assistant o
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 165: Be a girl girls
Celeste POVThe bass thumped through the walls of the nightclub, a pulsing rhythm that vibrated in my chest as I swayed to the music, a cocktail in one hand and a glittery tiara perched on my head. Ella’s bachelorette party was in full swing, and the dance floor was a blur of neon lights, laughter, and the girls letting loose. Ella, radiant despite her six-week pregnancy, was in the center of it all, her “Bride” sash sparkling as she moved. Her baby bump was barely visible, but the glow on her face was undeniable. She caught my eye and laughed, shouting over the music, “My God, if we keep this up, I won’t even be able to get out of bed to get married tomorrow!”I threw my head back, laughing along with the others—Cassie, Beckie, Laura, Ava, and Bea—who were scattered across the dance floor, each lost in their own version of the night’s chaos. “You’ll make it, bride!” I called back, raising my glass. “We’ll drag you to the altar if we have to!”Ella grinned, her cheeks flushed as she
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back 164: At the poker table
Shawn POVThe poker room was thick with the haze of cigar smoke, the rich scent mingling with the sharp notes of expensive cologne and the smooth burn of whiskey in my glass. The green felt table gleamed under the chandelier’s soft light, chips clinking as Sidd dealt another hand with his usual precision. My bachelor party was in full swing, and despite the unexpected presence of Marcus, I was determined to keep the vibe high. Jason, Terence, Theo, Sidd, and I were deep into the game, trading jabs and stories, the kind of night that felt like it could stretch on forever. Tomorrow, I’d marry Ella, the woman who’d turned my world upside down in the best way, but tonight was about the guys—my crew, my brothers, even if one of them was carrying more baggage than I’d have liked.Terence was laughing as he recounted a story from the past. "You should see Jason at his bachelor party; he was so excited he even ran around naked in the middle of the night, he was so drunk and stoned!""Seriou
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
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