Todos os capítulos de MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND: Capítulo 231 - Capítulo 240

The time that followed passed in like a blur. I wasn’t still able to cope up with the news that could barely register time or the people coming and going from the house. Everything felt hollow and meaningless without Leon. Aunt Lou, Lena, and Jack did their best to keep me company, but the emptiness that was left by Leon was too vast to fill.One evening, I sat alone by the window, staring out into the darkness. The house was quiet, but inside me, a storm of emotions raged—grief, anger, and guilt. I wished to turn back time so that I had stopped Leon from going after Wilma. Maybe if I had done something, perhaps he would still be alive.The day of Leon’s funeral came all too quickly, and yet, every moment leading up to it had felt like an eternity. I moved through the house like a ghost, every step feeling heavier than the last as I prepared for what I knew would be one of the hardest days of my life. Lena had helped me get dressed, her hands gentle but firm as she guided me through

A few months had passed since I left Anacortes and settled in Vancouver with Aunt Lou’s family. Life in the city felt so different—less peacefull in some ways because of its own kind of noise. Despite Aunt Lou’s gentle insistence that I needed to go out and socialize more, I just wasn’t ready. I understand that she may just be concern about my well-being but my heart still ached for Leon’s death, his memories is like a shadow that followed me everywhere. Every part of Vancouver reminds me of him as well, and the thought of putting myself out there seemed impossible.“Margarette, sweetheart, you can’t stay inside all the time,” Aunt Lou said one morning over breakfast. Her voice was calm but firm, the way only Aunt Lou could be when she was worried. “It’s not good for you. You need fresh air, to see people, remind yourself that life moves on.”I gave her a small smile, the kind that I hoped would reassure her, but I knew she saw through it. “I know, Aunt Lou,” I replied, taking a s

I blinked at William's question, momentarily thrown off by its bluntness. The word "married" lingered in the air, as it sounded totally uncalled for. And then, just like that, the wave of grief crashed over me again.I lowered my gaze to the cup of coffee in front of me, wrapping my hands around it as if the warmth might somehow anchor me. Married? How could I even begin to answer that? "No," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not married yet." recalling the truth that Leon and I’s wedding would no longer happen anymore because he’s already gone.There was a long pause, and I could feel William's eyes on me, studying my face as if trying to read between the lines. The weight of his gaze made me feel vulnerable, exposed, like he could sense the tangled emotions just beneath the surface."Yet...you mean—" he prompted gently, sensing there was more.I hesitated, biting my lip as I considered how much to reveal. I hadn’t talked about Leon with anyone outside of my close

The soft sound of Lucas babbling in his crib pulled me out of my thoughts as I leaned against the kitchen counter, staring out of the window. It was a peaceful morning, and the air smelled of fresh rain. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I watched him wiggle his tiny fingers, trying to reach for the mobile that swayed above him. I still couldn’t believe how much my life had changed in such a short time. A year ago, I wasn’t even sure I could do this—raise a child on my own. But now, I was proud to say that I could. But of course, I wouldn’t even be able to do it without my family’s help.“Morning, child,” Aunt Lou’s voice greeted me as she shuffled into the kitchen, already dressed and ready to take on the day. Her energy amazed me. She was always up before everyone else, taking care of things as if it was second nature.Aunt Lou insisted that they stay into my apartment every now and then to make sure I have some company. And I could have someone to help me around with Lu

It was a late afternoon when I found myself pacing the length of our living room, staring at the untouched coffee on the table. The memories of that night refused to leave me, the moment that had haunted me for weeks now. Justin—a name I had hoped would never cross my mind again. But the fear had taken root, growing like a dark shadow that loomed over me.I had watched him fall.I had watched him bleed.So why did the idea of him being alive claw at my insides?Leon's voice echoed in my memory from that night, strong and certain. “He’s dead, Margarette. There’s no way anyone could have survived that.” Jack had been there too, nodding, reassuring me that Justin was gone. But now, as the doubts took hold, all I could think about was the possibility that maybe we had all been wrong. No body was ever found. What if he had survived? What if he was hiding, plotting?I shook my head, trying to shake off the creeping paranoia, but it was too late. The seed had been planted. It had started wi