Love After Divorce: My Ex Wife Is A Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

XANDER’S POVI leaned back in my seat, the hum of the airplane engines lulling me into a restless sleep.Adeline was next to me, her head resting gently on her shoulder, sleeping peacefully. It was a long flight back home from Macau, and despite wanting to talk we were both exhausted. I kept thinking of yesterday night in the pool. Her laughter, her body against mine, and our kiss, it all felt like a dream I couldn’t wake from.When we landed, she quickly disappeared into the crowd. I didn’t think much of it at first; we were both tired, and I assumed we’d catch up once we were rested. But days turned into weeks, and I hadn’t heard a word from her. I called her phone numerous times, left messages, and even sent texts. But there was no response. It was as if she had vanished.Each day became increasingly unbearable. I replayed that night over and over in my head, the way she had looked at me, the sound of her laughter, and the feel of her lips. I couldn't concentrate on anything els

SASHA’S POVI know Xander asked me never to come to his home anymore but I had to visit immediately his mom called and said she missed having me around.I stood in front of my closet, staring at the array of clothes hanging before me. I needed the perfect outfit. Something that would make her see me as the perfect daughter in law. Today was important since she was the one that invited me to their mansion I couldn’t afford to mess this up. Not after what happened.Xander had thrown me out of his office. It was the most humiliating experience of my life. He was done with me, wouldn’t listen to anything I had to say. But I wasn’t ready to give up. I needed to find a way back into his life, and I was certain Mrs. Devon could help.After much deliberation, I settled on a navy blue dress. It was elegant but not too flashy. I paired it with a simple necklace and earrings. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I took a deep breath. “You can do this, Sasha,” I whispered to myself.The drive t

ADELINE’S POVI stood outside the grand hall, my heart pounding in my chest. The towering doors seemed to loom over me. The 30 under 30 dinner party was the event of the year, and I was one of the honorees. I took a deep breath, smoothing down my dress, a sleek, red dress with a modest slit up the side.Simple, yet elegant. I paired it with silver heels and minimal jewelry, letting the dress speak for itself.As I walked in, I noticed how beautiful it was and high fives myself for coming this far even though I worked too much.I admired the way the room was decorated. The floral arrangements on each table were stunning, vibrant colors contrasting beautifully. The air was filled with the scent of roses and lilies.The tables were draped in white cloths, set with fine china and gleaming silverware. Soft music played in the background, mingling with the murmur of conversation and the occasional clink of glasses.I scanned the room, trying to find familiar faces among the crowd. Editors,

ADELINE’S POVThe music from the party pounded behind me as I walked away from Tristan. He was calling me but I didn't answer.“Adeline, wait!" He said but I refused to turn around. I kept walking, my heels clicking against the marble floor. I hated him. Everything about him disgusted me. The memories of that day three years ago played in my mind like a bad movie.It was Tristan’s birthday. We had just started dating a week ago, after two years of me refusing him. I used to think he was just another rich, spoiled boy like his friends Dave and Chris. But things changed after I saw a cool side of him.We were on a yacht, Tristan’s yacht, surrounded by the blue sea. I stood with the other girls, Dave’s girlfriend, Lily, and Chris’s girlfriend, Sophie. We were getting ready for the party that would start in two hours.“Adeline, you and Tristan are perfect for each other,” Sophie said, brushing her long, blonde hair. “Your children will be so beautiful and wealthy.”I blushed and smiled s

ADELINE’S POVI arrived home exhausted after a long day at the office. The sun was setting when I stepped through the front door. My shoulders drooped. I was so tired all I wanted was to relax and sleep.First things first, I kicked off my uncomfortable shoes letting them tumble to the floor. My feet were sore, and the cool tiles underfoot provided a soothing sensation. My stomach growled and I remembered that I hadn't eaten since lunch.I trudged into the bathroom, the soft light flickering on as I entered. With a flick of the switch, the room was bathed in a warm, inviting glow. The mirror reflected a tired face staring back at me, lines of fatigue etched around my eyes and mouth. I splashed cool water on my face, the refreshing sensation waking me up a little.Skincare was next on the agenda. I went through the familiar routine: cleansing, toning, moisturizing. Finally, I decided to treat myself to a face mask, the creamy texture soothing as I smoothed it over my skin.Just as I