All Chapters of My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

ARIA’S POVAs I enter the house, weighed down by shopping bags and the lingering warmth of a pleasant afternoon with Stella, I immediately spot Adam in the living room. Lately, it’s become his new routine—parking himself there, waiting for me to come home so he can strike up a conversation or just catch a glimpse of me. It’s both endearing and exhausting. I feel the familiar tension rising in my chest, but I decide to ignore him and head straight for the hallway.“Aria…”But before I can make it out of the room, he calls my name, stopping me in my tracks. I pause, the happiness I felt moments ago fading as I turn to face him. His eyes search mine, looking for an opening to start the conversation he’s been waiting for.“How was your day?”He asks, his tone casual, but I can sense the underlying tension. But I reply shortly, my voice clipped. I don’t want to give him anything more to latch onto.“All good.”“Were you out?”His question is innocuous enough, but the way he asks it makes m

ARIA’S POVI haven’t had a good sleep because of Adam. The whole night I tossed and turned, replaying our interactions over and over in my mind. Was he seriously thinking that we would have a romantic encounter?I used to satisfy him in whatever way he wanted when we were married. For him, it was only about fulfilling his desires, as if I were nothing more than an outlet for his needs. He never seemed to care about my feelings, never once asking what I wanted, what I needed. Yet, I gave myself to him—heart, body, and soul—hoping that one day he might see me, really see me, and not just his idea of a perfect wife.I suppose I was naive. Back then, I believed in the fairy tale, that if I loved him enough, if I gave enough, he would change. But people like Adam don’t change, not unless they want to, and I’m not sure he ever wanted to.This time, though, I put a stop to it. It’s the first time I’ve refused him, and it feels like a small victory, a reclaiming of my own power. I’m no longer

ARIA’S POVThe flight is long—11 hours—but I’m determined to make the most of it. As the jet climbs higher, I let go of the tension that’s been gripping me for days. This isn’t just a trip; it’s a chance to unwind and indulge in the kind of luxury I rarely allow myself to enjoy.Once we’re cruising at a comfortable altitude, Ethan hands me a menu, saying with a grin.“Pick whatever you like. The chef is on standby.”I glance at the menu, impressed by the variety. From gourmet dishes to comfort foods, everything looks mouthwatering. After a moment of deliberation, I decide on a selection of fresh sushi, lobster tail, and a side of truffle fries. For dessert, I opt for a decadent chocolate lava cake. Ethan orders a filet mignon and a bottle of fine wine to share.As we wait for our food, I explore the entertainment options. The jet is equipped with everything imaginable. There’s a wide selection of movies, music, and even video games. I’m not much of a gamer, but the idea of losing myse

ARIA’S POVThe water is up to my waist now, frigid and heavy, making every movement sluggish, as if the ocean itself is trying to drag me down with it.Finally, I manage to free myself, pushing against the rising tide that threatens to engulf me. The weight of the water presses in from all sides, oppressive and unrelenting. I struggle to find the emergency exit, my lungs burning with the desperate need for air. The jet groans under the pressure, the metal twisting and buckling as it is crushed by the ocean's embrace. The cabin is almost completely submerged now, the last pockets of air rapidly disappearing.With a final, desperate effort, I wrench open the exit door, the ocean rushing in like a predator pouncing on its prey. The cold shocks me, a jolt to my system, but it also fuels my survival instinct. I push out into the open water, leaving the crumbling remains of the jet behind. For a moment, I am disoriented, the vastness of the ocean stretching out endlessly in every direction.

ADAM’S POVThe shock of the news reverberates through me, numbing my senses, but one thing is clear; I can’t stay here. The bar, with its noise and indifferent faces, becomes a suffocating cage. I push back my chair and stand, not sparing a glance at George and Adrian. There’s no point in trying to explain anything to them. They don’t care, and even if they did, their words would be nothing but a hindrance, holding me back when all I want is to get out, to do something.They call after me, their voices mingling with the din of the bar, but I’m already halfway to the door. My steps quicken, propelled by an urgency I can’t fully explain, a need to escape before the weight of what I’ve heard crushes me completely. The cool night air hits me like a slap as I push through the door, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.I don’t think; I just act. My car is parked just outside, and I’m behind the wheel in seconds, the engine roaring to life with a ferocity that mirrors the