All Chapters of My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

ARIA’S POVAs the first light of dawn begins to filter through the curtains, I find myself nestled against Adam’s chest, our bodies still entwined from the night before. The warmth of his skin against mine, the steady rise and fall of his breath, and the comforting weight of his arm draped over me create a cocoon of contentment that I never want to leave.I can feel the lingering traces of our passion, the way our bodies fit together so perfectly, and a soft smile tugs at my lips as the memory of the night washes over me.The room is quiet, save for the gentle hum of the world waking up outside. I listen to the rhythm of Adam’s heartbeat, each beat echoing the love and tenderness that we shared in the depths of the night. The intensity of our connection, the way we bared our souls to each other, has left me feeling vulnerable yet completely secure. I feel different—more complete, more in tune with him, with us. The walls that once existed between us have crumbled, leaving behind only

ADAM’S POVIt's been incredibly challenging to control my desires for Aria. Before the accident, my thoughts of her had been consuming, manifesting in dreams that left me longing for something more. She had been on my mind day and night, and I couldn’t wait to be close to her, to hold her, to feel her against me.However, after the accident, everything changed. Seeing her so vulnerable, so fragile, had made me hesitate. I’ve kept my distance, trying to be mindful of her state, yet I can’t deny the way she stirs something deep inside me—something primal and undeniable. The woman I love is here with me, and I can’t bear the thought of losing her again.But her questions, her doubts—they’ve weighed heavily on me. She thinks I’m not into her, that I don’t want her the way she wants me. It tears at me because I know the truth is so much more complicated. First, she’s been through a traumatic experience, and she needs my support more than ever. And right now, in her mind, we’re married and

ADAM’S POVSeeing the Mitchells questioning Aria like that, I had to step in. I couldn’t let them push her into remembering anything that could potentially harm her recovery. The doctor’s warnings echoed in my mind—any sudden shock could have catastrophic consequences.The Mitchells, understandably desperate for answers about their son, were becoming more insistent, their tone growing more desperate with each passing second. But I had to protect Aria, to ensure she remained safe, even if it meant sending them away empty-handed.Their faces twisted with frustration as they realized they wouldn’t get the information they were seeking from us. I could feel the tension in the room spike as they turned from pleading to accusatory, their disappointment evident.Despite their persistence, I held firm, gently but firmly escorting them out of our house. As the door closed behind them, the weight of the situation settled heavily on my shoulders. I knew they were hurting, and I knew how desperat

ADAM’S POVI am filled with pride watching Aria’s bond with my grandfather. From the moment she joined Miller Corporation, she and Grandpa have shared a special connection. Grandpa has always seen her as more than just an employee, and I am grateful to him for that. He was the one who recognized her potential when she was just a secretary, and now I’m the one who’s lucky enough to have her by my side.But lately, I can’t stand to see her struggling. At times, I find her by the window, her eyes clouded with a distant, searching look. She’s trying to remember, to piece together the fragments of her past. I see her face tense with concentration, her hands gripping her temples as if she can physically pull the memories back into place. Then, a sharp grimace crosses her face, and she winces in pain, holding her head.It breaks my heart. All I want is to help her, to ease her pain. I’ve thought about finding the best doctors, the most advanced treatments, anything that could help her recove

ARIA’S POVThe next day, I decide it’s time to do some digging of my own. Something about Adam’s and Stella’s stories hasn’t quite added up, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m missing a crucial piece of the puzzle. After all, they both told me about a cruise, but when Ethan’s parents came looking for him, their desperation seemed too real to be based on some random business trip. The way they questioned me, the panic in their eyes—it all pointed to something much more serious.I sit down at my laptop, my fingers hovering over the keyboard for a moment before I start typing. I search for any news articles or information about the cruise that Adam and Stella mentioned. As I scroll through the results, my heart starts to race. There’s no mention of a cruise accident. Instead, all the headlines scream about a jet crash.My breath catches in my throat as I click on the first article. It details how a private jet, carrying several people, went down in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. My