Todos los capítulos de MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

The day passed in a blur, with every minute feeling like an eternity. After Leon left, the emptiness in the house seemed to magnify, each quiet moment amplifying the ache in my chest. I hadn’t heard from him since he walked out, and a part of me dreaded the possibility of never hearing from him again. But I had to push those thoughts aside. I had other responsibilities, other things that required my attention.That evening, I found myself at the hospital, helping Aunt Lou keep an eye on Lena in the recovery room. Lena had been through a rough time, and it was the least I could do to be there for her, as well as Aunt Lou. But despite my best efforts to focus on Lena’s well-being, my thoughts kept drifting back to Leon, to the look on his face when I told him to leave. The anger, the hurt, the regret—they all swirled together in a tangled mess that I couldn’t seem to unravel.Aunt Lou must have sensed my unease. As we sat together by Lena’s bedside, she kept glancing at me with a conc

The afternoon sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the university campus. The day had been a whirlwind of emotions, a mixture of tension and anticipation that hung thick in the air. As the final debate drew to a close, the auditorium was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the sound of the announcer’s voice.When Letty’s name was declared the winner, the room erupted into applause. I watched as Letty stood there, momentarily stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief. Then, slowly, a radiant smile spread across her face, genuine and filled with a sense of accomplishment. As the crowd began to disperse, Letty made her way over to me, still clutching the small, gleaming medal in her hand. Her eyes shimmered with a mixture of happiness and something deeper—relief, perhaps, or maybe even a sense of validation after everything she’d been through.“Margarette,” Letty said, her voice barely above a whisper as she held out the medal toward me. “I... I won. I still ca

The night was still, with only the faint rustling of leaves outside Aunt Lou’s house to break the silence. I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, my thoughts a tangled mess of regret and uncertainty. No matter how hard I tried to push it away, the image of Leon’s face—the hurt in his eyes, the desperation in his voice—kept replaying in my mind.I had been so certain, so sure of my decision to break up with him. After everything I had gone through with Justin, I thought I was doing the right thing, protecting myself from more pain. But now, the more I thought about it, the more I began to question everything. Had I been too impulsive? Had I let my past dictate my present, punishing Leon for sins he hadn’t committed?I sighed, rolling over to bury my face in the pillow. But the thoughts wouldn’t go away. They kept gnawing at me, whispering doubts into my ear until I could no longer ignore them. The truth was, I missed Leon. Even in the short time since our breakup, I felt like a piece

Leon stood before me, his shirt already discarded, revealing the chiseled muscles of his chest. His eyes, dark with desire, pinned me in place, making my heart race and my breath hitch.“Get on your knees, Margarette,” Leon commanded, his voice a husky growl that sent shivers down my spine.His hand gripped my hair, gently but firmly, guiding me down. I sank to my knees, my gaze locked onto his as my pulse quickened. The feeling of his strong hand in my hair, the weight of his dominance, made my core tighten with anticipation.“You’ve made me miss every single part of you,” he murmured, his tone rough with longing. “You’re going to pay for that now, my sweetness.”His words were like a match to dry kindling, igniting something deep within me. “Leon…” I gasped, pressing my face against his pants, feeling the heat of his arousal through the fabric. My hands moved instinctively, tracing the hardness beneath.He paused for a moment, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made m

Vancouver’s vibrant cityscape unfolded before us as Leon and I strolled down the busy street, hand in hand. The sun cast a warm glow over the city, making the day feel as perfect as I’d imagined. Leon had been so sweet, planning this lunch date, and I was looking forward to spending some quality time with him, away from the bustle of our usual routines.We arrived at a quaint little bistro tucked away in a quieter part of downtown. The aroma of freshly baked bread and brewing coffee wafted through the air as we entered. Leon held the door open for me, and I couldn’t help but smile at the small gesture—he was always so considerate. “This place is perfect,” I said, taking in the cozy ambiance. The walls were adorned with local art, and the large windows let in just the right amount of sunlight, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere.“I thought you’d like it,” Leon replied, his voice soft and affectionate. He guided me to a corner table by the window, where we had a lovely view of the st