Semua Bab Dumped the Scumbag, Now I'm Married to a Billionaire: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Ivy’s POVThe conversation around the room was muted to me as I stood near the corner, playing my part as the perfect wife.Asher was by my side, a perfect smile plastered on his face, while my parents laughed loudly and gestured animatedly with their hands.Across the room, Asher’s parents stood like statues, barely speaking. Their awkwardness next to each other was a sharp contrast to my parents’ lovey-dovey act.Marcus leaned against the wall with his companion, a beautiful brunette, murmuring something that made the girl smile widely, while Luca and Janine sat close, their heads together in quiet conversation.Everyone seemed to be in their own bubble, and I couldn’t help but feel like a stranger at my own birthday celebration. It was a small gathering of only close family members, yet I felt like an outsider, as though I didn’t belong.Asher leaned toward me, his voice low. “Are you okay?” His hand brushed my lower back, but I stepped slightly away, pretending to adjust the hem o

Ivy’s POV“Asher, stop!” I hissed, tugging against his grip as he pulled me down the hallway. His hand was firm around my wrist, his stride fast.He didn’t even look back at me. “Not a chance.”“You’re overreacting!” I said, trying again to wrench free, but his hold was unyielding.“I’m not overreacting,” he said through clenched teeth. “You don’t see what I see, Ivy.”I stumbled as he stopped abruptly at the door to our bedroom, his free hand twisting the knob. Before I could say another word, he pushed the door open and dragged me inside.“Asher, let me go!” I said, my voice sharp, but he ignored me, releasing me only to shut the door behind us with a loud click.I spun to face him, my chest heaving. “What the hell was that back there? You punched him!”“Damn right I did,” he snapped, his brown eyes blazing. “He deserved it. He was looking at you like…” He trailed off, his jaw tightening. “Like you were a piece of steak he wanted to devour!”“He’s my photographer, Asher!” I shot bac

Max’s POVTaylor’s apartment was suffocating; the tension was thick between us as I paced back and forth. She stood by the window, arms crossed, staring out of it. My blood boiled.“Are you going to say something?” I barked, spinning on my heel to face her.She didn’t flinch. Taylor was a fortress, as usual. “What do you want me to say, Max?” she asked in a bored tone.“I want you to tell me what the hell you’re planning with Ivy and Asher!” My voice echoed off the walls. “Because so far, all you’ve done is destroy any chance I had with Ivy! You were supposed to help me win her over, not drive her away!”Taylor turned slowly, her face a mask of calm that only made me angrier. “And whose fault is that, Max? You think I’m the one who ruined it? Maybe look in the mirror for once! Look at yourself, would you even want yourself?”I stepped closer, my fists clenched. “Don’t you dare put this on me. You were the one with all the big plans, and now all you’ve done is poison her against me. I

Ivy’s POVMy head spun and my stomach churned. The words Max had just let slip hung in the air like a poisonous cloud, suffocating me. Taylor drugged Asher. Framed him. Slept with Max. It wasn’t Asher.It was never him. The anger I had carried for so long, the hatred I had aimed squarely at my husband, evaporated in an instant, replaced by a heavy, crushing guilt that made my chest ache. He had tried to tell me. He had tried to explain. And I didn’t listen.My mind reeled, jumping back to that moment, the moment where we had resolved our issues. The time he had bound me to the bed. When he finally loosened the restraints, I was breathless, ready to lash out.But something stopped me. Maybe it was the look in his eyes, raw and pleading. Or the way his hands trembled as he undid the last cuff.“I’m sorry, flower,” he had murmured, his voice breaking. “For the stupid stunt I tried to pull earlier. I promise you I’d never have gone on with it. I don’t like her. I don’t like anyone. I don’

Taylor’s POVMax stumbled into the room, blood smeared across his chin, his eyes darting around like a scared animal boxed into a corner.My gut twisted. My heart hammered in my chest. Something had happened.“Max,” I said, keeping my voice steady as I reached for the towel on the counter. “What the hell happened?” I extended a hand to him, looking him over for any bigger wounds other than the bruises on his face.He snatched the towel from my hand but didn’t answer. Instead, he wiped at the blood, his movements jerky, avoiding my gaze.“Max,” I pressed, my tone sharpening. “Talk to me. Now.”“Water,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “I need water.”I exhaled sharply, grabbing a glass and pouring him some from the bottle lying around.He took it without a word, draining it in one go. Still, he wouldn’t look at me.“What did you do?” I demanded, stepping closer.His head bowed, his shoulders hunched. For a moment, I thought he’d bolt.“Max!” My voice cracked like a whip. “Fucking talk to