All Chapters of My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

ARIA’S POVEthan and I walk out together, the weight of the evening's confrontation still heavy in the air behind us. As we make our way to the exit, Ethan turns to me, curiosity evident in his eyes. He asks how I knew about his true identity.“Not telling you.”I smile slightly, keeping my voice light, and tell him that I’m not going to reveal my sources. He shakes his head, a mix of amusement and concern on his face, and says that I shouldn’t have mentioned it to Lydia.I respond firmly, telling him that only by knowing the truth can Lydia truly understand what she has lost. This is the best way to make her see the consequences of her actions. She must be regretting every life decision she’s made up to this point. The satisfaction in my voice is clear; I want her to feel the sting of her choices, just as Ethan did.“Ha! Ha! We had fun back in there.”“We did!”As we approach the door, Adam suddenly appears behind us, stopping us in our tracks. His presence is intense, his eyes dark

ADAM’S POVI sit with Stella and Neal at our usual café, the morning sun casting a warm glow over our table. The comforting hum of the city around us feels like a balm after the stormy events of yesterday. We talk about what happened, dissecting every detail with a mix of incredulity and fascination.Stella, ever the curious one, turns to me with a knowing look. She asks about me and Ethan, her eyebrows raises in anticipation. I tell her the truth—that it was all just an act, a ruse to get back at Lydia, his ex. There’s a moment of silence as she processes this, then she sighs dramatically, her tone a mix of sincerity and teasing.“Pity… He seemed like a good match for you.”I laugh, shaking my head. The idea of Ethan and me being a real couple is amusing in its improbability. Stella always has a knack for romanticizing things, seeing potential love stories where there are none. We share a knowing glance, and the conversation shifts to gossip about the aftermath of the party.Neal, ev

ADAM’S POVI am relieved that Aria is no longer with Ethan. The thought brings a brief moment of satisfaction, but it quickly dissipates as I turn my attention to my own pressing issues. My company is facing a financial problem, and it is my responsibility to investigate it. The weight of the situation hangs over me like a dark cloud, a constant reminder of the precariousness of the business I have worked so hard to build.I dive into the company’s financial records, poring over every detail with meticulous care. The numbers don’t add up, and a sense of dread builds as I dig deeper. The discrepancy is significant, and I cannot ignore it. My mind races with possibilities, but the truth is far worse than I imagined. I discover that the missing money is due to my mother. She has been taking funds from the company for her own personal use.The realization hits me like a punch to the gut. I feel a mix of betrayal, anger, and disbelief. My mother, someone I trusted implicitly, has been siph

ARIA’S POVAfter Ethan gets closure from his previous relationship, a new chapter begins for both of us. We start spending more time together, finding solace and companionship in each other's presence. Our outings become a regular occurrence, a blend of casual meet-ups and shared activities.Stella joins us from time to time, adding her own vibrant energy to our gatherings. It feels good to be surrounded by friends who understand and support each other, creating a bubble of positivity and joy.“You guys are getting addicted to rock climbing way too much!”“Thanks to you, Stella.”“Yeah, Aria has been telling me how you’re the one who suggested her to be here, so why complaining now?”Stella burst out laughing. Many times, she has privately asked me if I am not interested in being with Ethan as we both look great together, but I’ve told her that we are just good friends and there is no need to go beyond.“We’re both happy as friends.”“Ugh!”Adam's absence at the rock climbing is a rel

ARIA’S POVI show Julien my artwork, heart pounding in my chest as I unveil the pieces I have labored over. His eyes light up with genuine admiration as he takes in my latest creation. He is visibly impressed, and his approval sends a warm rush of pride through me.“Wow! This is a masterpiece, indeed.”“Thank you.”Julien tells me that the event is in two days and assures me that everything will be ready. He suggests that we announce the unfinished piece at the event, promising it will be showcased in the upcoming exhibition. His enthusiasm and meticulous planning leave no room for doubt in his mind.I nod in agreement, but inside, a storm brews. The thought of displaying my work as a novice for the first time is overwhelming, especially under the banner of Julien Montclair, who has already made a significant name for himself.Nonetheless, the weight of this responsibility is immense, and my apprehension grows with each passing moment. I have been in the public eye many times, but alw