The Ex’s Regret: She Returned to Her New Billionaire Husband

"I want a divorce, Liora," said Noah Anderson.Liora fell silent for a moment after hearing her husband's words. She hadn't expected to be divorced on the same day her parents had just died in an accident. Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. Is this real? That was the only thing running through her mind. Her husband, who had loved her so deeply and always shown her off in front of everyone, was now asking for a divorce when there was nothing wrong between them."Why are you just standing there? Pack your things!" Noah continued coldly.There wasn't even a hint of pity in the man's eyes. He stared at his wife with an expressionless face. Noah stood up and threw the divorce papers at Liora's face. The papers fell to the floor."What did I do wrong? Why are you asking for a divorce when my parents' graves are still fresh? If I've done something wrong, I'm sorry," said Liora as she wiped her tears.Noah turned his face away. He picked up the papers and placed them on the table. He walked

One month later.The wedding was held privately in the Grand Ballroom of The Celestia, a seven-star hotel owned by the Wrenford family. The room was filled with arrangements of white and gold flowers, glittering crystal chandeliers, and important guests from the business elite. Of course, the wedding drew sneers from some people—after all, Liora was just a secretary and not from a wealthy background.Liora wore an ivory lace haute couture wedding gown with a long train. Her hair was neatly styled in an updo, crowned with a diamond tiara given by Xavier. Meanwhile, Xavier looked handsome in a custom-made black suit, white tie, and platinum watch.They exchanged vows in flat tones, as if signing a merger agreement. After that, Xavier slid a large diamond wedding ring onto Liora's finger—a ring that looked more like a symbol of ownership than love. When they were forced to kiss in front of the guests, Liora hesitated and only meant to brush her lips against his, but Xavier deepened the k

One year later."What should we bring for your parents?" Liora asked Xavier, who was sitting at his desk."Hm, I'll leave it all to you."Liora closed the suitcase. Their trip—accompanying her contract husband to meet with several major investors across Asia—had gone well. She looked at Xavier, knowing there were only a few months left until their contract marriage ended. Their relationship had run smoothly without feelings involved—at least, that's what Liora kept telling herself.Xavier Wrenford's icy blue eyes stayed fixed on Liora as she changed her clothes right in front of him. Her figure, her smile, her eyes—everything about her, he quietly took in.Once she'd slipped into her pajamas, Liora climbed into bed. She checked the calendar on her phone, counting down the days until her divorce from Xavier was finalized."Oh, just six more months and our contract marriage will be over. I can't wait to end it properly. Right, Mr. Wrenford?" she asked.Xavier didn't answer. He only clen

Liora lay on the bed, clutching an old photo tightly in her hand.It was faded now, a picture of her parents taken years ago—back when they were alive and laughing without a care in the world.No tears fell, but her heart still ached. Especially after the footage Xavier had shown her. The fact that the police had covered up the truth and that her ex-husband had been directly involved in the tragedy made it impossible for her to rest, even while lying on the most expensive bed in the city.She tightened her grip on the photo, as if her parents could still offer her the strength to endure.The bathroom door opened. Xavier stepped out, wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still wet, drops of water trailing down his sharp jawline and perfectly defined shoulders.It wasn't a new sight for Liora. They'd lived together for nearly a year and a half now. Still, something about him always made her catch her breath. Not just his physical presence, but the cold

The birthday party for their son, Ezra Emmanuel Anderson, was held grandly in the backyard of a villa, complete with white tents featuring golden poles, luxurious balloons that read "Ezra Turns One," and hundreds of guests from the business world, high society, and the media.Classical music played softly in the background as waiters in black-and-white uniforms walked back and forth, carrying trays of canapés and expensive wine. Amid all the opulence, the guests' attention was suddenly drawn in one direction.A woman was gracefully descending the stone stairs—Liora Wrenford.She wore a long, deep maroon evening gown that fit her figure perfectly. The design was exclusive, unavailable at any boutique. Her hair was styled in an elegant bun, with a few loose strands framing her face. On her ears, a pair of striking yet straightforward diamond earrings. In her hand was a gift box wrapped in gold paper.The guests whispered.“Isn’t that Xavier Wrenford’s wife?” “She came alone?” “Oh my G