All Chapters of No Longer Yours, Ex Husband: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

[Caden]“No. I didn’t do anything. I didn’t.” Mom keeps yelling, covering her ears with her hands. She shakes her head over and over, as if that would make everything disappear—especially Vivienne. “Don’t listen to her, Caden. Don’t listen to anything she’s saying.”A voice inside me wants so badly to believe her. In the past, I always followed that voice, whether she was right or wrong. Maybe it was because I thought I owed it to the Lawrences—for giving me the kind of life my own biological family never did—for loving me, for wanting me. I always felt bound. Sometimes, even helpless.But today feels different. Sure, I still feel that desperate need to protect my parents, but… deep down, I know she’s done something wrong—something unforgivable. And maybe that’s why I’m clinging so hard to belief. Because if she really crossed the line this time—if she really did something so horrifying that even Vivienne, who usually carries the patience of a saint, had no choice but to snap—then I’l

[Axel]“Mommy, where are we going?” I ask, but Mommy doesn’t say anything.It’s not like she’s ignoring me. She’s just lost somewhere. I know, because she’s been doing that a lot, especially since she returned home.I tug at the sleeve of her top. “Mommy? Are you angry with me?”I hope that’s not true. Because I don’t like making Mommy upset. I usually try to stay good, but sometimes I end up doing something that makes Mommy sad. I hate it.I feel Mommy’s hands on my face. “No, sweetheart. I can never be angry with you. I’m sorry, Mommy just… has a lot on her mind.”I smile, because I heard her say once that when I smile, she feels the happiest. “It’s okay, Mommy. I just want to know where we’re going. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”Mommy kisses me on the top of my head. “We are going to a very beautiful place. You’ll love it. And no, you didn’t disturb me. It was Mommy’s fault for not paying attention.”I nod, and try to touch her face. I frown when I find it wet. “Mommy, are you cry

I don’t know what he means by that.Before I can ask, however, the pilot announces the takeoff.“We’re taking off,” I tell Harvey, ready to say goodbye to the past. “I’ll call you once we land.”“Of course. Take care of yourself, sis. I’ll visit you once I’m done here.”I end the call and switch off my phone.“Was that Uncle Harvey, Mommy?” Axel asks.I nod. “Yes. And he said he’ll visit us soon.”“Yay!” He squeals. “I can’t wait. He promised that next time he comes to see us, he’ll take me to a water park.”I cup his face. “Do you like water parks?”“Yes. I do. Ben said they’re so much fun. I really want to try.”“Of course, baby.”If only he could enjoy the sights too. I wonder how long it will take for him to see again. Would he ever?The flight to Milan is a long one. Axel dozes off right after dinner. I try to sleep, but the day’s incidents keep me restless. No matter how many times I close my eyes, Caden’s face keeps appearing.Frustrated, I open my laptop and start working. May

[Vivienne]After tucking Axel into bed, I head to my room, already exhausted beyond belief.All I want right now is to collapse onto my bed and sleep for hours—maybe even centuries, if that were possible.But I can’t. There’s an important meeting tomorrow with the new designers we hired. With the festive season approaching, we need to come up with a new batch of jewelry sets we’ve promised to the stores. And fresh faces with fresh ideas can help with that.Well, hopefully.I change into something more comfortable and sit at the desk in my room. My laptop stares back at me like a reminder of the weight I can’t put down. I flip it open anyway, skimming through emails, notes from the marketing team, and drafts of designs.A soft knock interrupts my thoughts. Fabio’s voice filters through the door. “Ms. Richardson? Would you like me to prepare some tea before you rest?”“That would be great, Mr Romano. Thank you.”A few minutes later, another gentle knock sounds before the door opens just

[Vivienne]“Get out!”“Are you really going to kick me out?” he asks, so innocent about it. I hate it.“Yes. This is my office. My building. My people. I can do whatever I want here. And right now, I want you gone — out of my sight. Guards!”“Don’t you want to hear why I’m here?”“I have no interest.”“Aren’t you even a little curious?”“I’m not. What’s taking them so long?” I press the intercom. “Call the guards to my office. There’s a thug who needs to be taken care of.”“Thug?” the woman on the other end panics. “I’m sending them right away.”There’s a commotion behind her before the line goes dead.“Vivienne, just hear me out.”“I don’t have the time—nor the patience.” No wonder this applicant seemed more than qualified for the position; it was Caden all along.I walk around the desk, deciding to chuck him out myself.But I overestimate myself—or maybe it’s the heels I’m wearing—and I almost trip, bracing for the fall.Strong hands catch me before I hit the floor, steadying me wit