All Chapters of My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife: Chapter 411 - Chapter 420

ARIA’S POVAs soon as I reach the parking lot, I spot Adam stepping out of his car, his eyes fixed on the imposing entrance of the Mitchells’ house. He looks determined, but there’s a storm brewing behind his expression. Before he can make his way inside, I shout his name, desperate to stop him before he makes a move he’ll regret. I call out, my voice echoing through the otherwise quiet lot.“Adam, stop!”He halts in his tracks and turns, clearly taken aback to see me. His brow furrows, his lips pressed into a thin line, as if trying to figure out why I’m here. There is tension between us, but I know this isn’t about us—this is about something much bigger.He asks me what I am doing here, his tone laced with frustration.“I need to deal with them, Aria. This has gone too far.”I step closer, my heart pounding in my chest.“Adam, this is a mistake. You can’t just storm in there like this.”I explain to him that he is letting his emotions driving him, and it’s only going to make things

ADAM’S POVThe aftermath of last night still lingers heavily in my mind, a blur of emotions and poor decisions. I lost control, and before I knew it, I was at the bar, drowning myself in drinks I knew I’d regret. It's embarrassing, no doubt, but even in my most reckless moment, there was one glimmer of something real—when they called Aria, she came for me. That alone speaks volumes, more than I can even begin to process. Despite everything we've been through, the distance, the unresolved tension, she still showed up.I don’t remember much of what happened after she arrived, the alcohol warping my memory and leaving gaps where key moments should be. But somehow, in the haze of it all, we ended up back in bed together. It felt surreal, like something that shouldn’t have happened but also like something that was inevitable. The details escape me, blurred by the fog of intoxication, but I know we reconnected, even if just for a fleeting moment.Waking up beside her this morning felt stran

EVAN’S POVThe more I think about Aria and Adam, the angrier I become. It’s like everything we throw at them, no matter how carefully planned or strategically executed, just bounces back, deflecting effortlessly. We’ve tried to dismantle their business, smear their reputations, stir public suspicion, but nothing seems to stick. The frustration boils inside me, intensifying with each passing day. I want to see them pay. I want them to feel the same gut-wrenching pain that has gripped my heart since Ethan’s death.“Donna, they are the reason Ethan is gone. I can’t spare them!”“Do what you have to do to get them punished!”Every moment without him feels like a dagger to the chest, twisting deeper with each breath. I remember when we first realized he wasn’t coming back, how we launched every resource available to us to search for him, desperately scouring the ocean for some sign of life.But days turned into weeks, and the cold reality began to settle in—there would be no miraculous res

ARIA’S POVStaying at my dad’s place feels like the right decision, even though part of me longs to return to Adam. The complications between us, though smoothed over for the moment, seem to demand some space. Adam understands why I’ve decided to stay here, and while he’s been incredibly supportive, it still feels strange not being with him. Maybe it’s for the best—being back at the family home brings a kind of comfort I didn’t realize I needed.Nathan and Neal are hard at work trying to find out more about Connor, my missing bodyguard. The whole situation with him baffles me. He was with me during the crash, and now he’s disappeared without a trace.“I can’t believe Connor was this much low-key.”“Yeah, Neal and we also never tried to find out more about him.”“No family members have even approached us.”It’s like he vanished into thin air. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that we owe something to Connor’s family, if they exist. But, if I ever find them, we will compensate them for t

ARIA’S POVAs I scroll through the article, my eyes take in every word, but I don’t feel shocked. I had expected something like this—a vicious attack aimed at discrediting me and dragging Adam through the mud. The Mitchells are determined to make us the scapegoats for Ethan’s death, and they’ve done everything in their power to ensure the media runs with that narrative. But I know the truth, and more importantly, I know that there’s no actual evidence linking us to the crash. That knowledge alone gives me a sense of calm, a certainty that we can weather this storm.Still, the situation is messy. Adam and my family are probably in a state of panic right now, and I can already imagine the whirlwind of calls and meetings that are about to take place. I know they’ll be worried about me, about the fallout from this article, but I’m not going to lose my head over it. If anything, this strengthens my resolve to push back against the Mitchells and whoever else might be behind this smear campa