All Chapters of No Longer Yours, Ex Husband: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

[Caden]“Daddy! Daddy! Why can’t we stay here one more day? It’s so cool around here. So many places to run and play!”Benjamin hops around me, trying to convince me in his cute little voice to do something that feels kind of impossible. I mean, I’d love to stay—don’t get me wrong. After what happened last night, I understand this might be my only chance to make things right between Vivienne and me. Maybe everything happened for the best. Maybe this is why destiny brought us back together, giving us this one shot to fix what we broke.Sure, Vivienne might not actually believe in my so-called theory, but I know in my heart I’m right. I just know it. I can feel it in my gut.Besides, knowing my son is alive and kicking, I can’t think of a single excuse to part with him. I want us to spend as much time together as possible. I want to take him home with me and show the world that my son—my blood—didn’t die in that accident. In fact, he’s very much alive. And even though I’ve only known fo

[Vivienne]Kind of.That’s what he said. That’s what he wants me to believe.I mean, really?What kind of answer is that even? Is that a yes, or a no, or a maybe?I shake my head. Not that I got the chance to ask him anything further.The kids started getting rowdy outside, and we realized it was time to head back home.We both needed time to process everything that had happened in the last 24 hours anyway.So, while Caden drove home with Benjamin, I took the estate car—mine, always parked and ready—and drove home with Axel.While during most of the ride, Axel remained animatic, talking on and on about Benjamin and what they planned to do on this so-called vacation Caden suggested without ever discussing with me, during the rest, he slept peacefully.By the time we made it home, he was still asleep.But that’s not what turns the smile off my face.It’s the man standing in my driveway.I get out of the car and smile at Xander. “Hey! How long have you been here?”“Not very long,” he say

[Vivienne]The next day, I’m in the office when my phone pings with a text.I glance over at the phone, nicely placed against my laptop, and end up smiling at the name flashing on the screen.But then I immediately remind myself that seeing my ex’s name on my phone is barely a reason to smile, or feel happy.I should be worried instead. God knows what he wants now.Just like that, the scowl is back on my face. With all the disinterest I can muster, I click open his text.“Lunch. Today. Russo’s Kitchen.”Is he kidding me? Does he really think I’m that free that I would come anytime and anywhere he calls me over? And that too for lunch? To hell with lunch. I have no interest in sharing a table with him anymore. After everything that happened day before yesterday, keeping my distance is the only way I can think of to ward off the guilt eating away at me.I might not have told anything to Alexander yet, but there’s no way I’ll be keeping it a secret for too long.He deserves to know, and

[Vivienne]A week later, we are on my private jet to Japan.I can hardly believe we’re doing this together—or the fact that Axel might actually see with his own eyes.I know, I know. I might be overzealous at the prospect of my son being able to see again, but can you really blame me? What mother wouldn’t want her child to live a normal life? What mother wouldn’t want what’s best for her child? And this—this opportunity—might be the best of all, after everything my son has gone through at such a young and tender age.I run my fingers through his soft, short hair as he babbles about the things he learned from Ana about Japan. Ever since they found out we’d be heading to the country, they’ve both been sitting in front of the computer and browsing the internet like crazy.Axel even learned some odd facts that he’s excited to share with Ben and Caden.“Do you know, Mommy, that in Japan, they have square watermelons?” he says, his little hands flailing excitedly in the air as he leans agai

[Caden]By the time we land in Shizuoka, one of the most beautiful cities in Japan, it’s already past dinner.The kids got hungry and ended up eating while we were still in the air, before passing out from pure exhaustion.When we get off the private jet, Vivienne’s assistant has already taken care of all the arrangements.A queue of three cars waits for us on the runway, and they drive us straight to a diamond-star hotel—one that even I (being a billionaire myself) never thought I’d step into, at least in this lifetime.The place looks like something out of a dream—marble fountains in the lobby, crystal chandeliers the size of small planets, and staff that bow so low it feels like we’re royalty. I can see Vivienne trying to act unimpressed, but even she does a double-take when we pass the massive koi pond inside the elevator.Yeah. Inside the elevator.The kids are too groggy to care. Both of them are in each of our arms, as they stay half-asleep and half-awake throughout the elevato