All Chapters of Dumped the Scumbag, Now I'm Married to a Billionaire: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ivy’s POVI sat at the dining table, staring at the untouched cup of tea in front of me. My fingers traced the edge of the mug, but my mind was a thousand miles away. Guilt and regret swirled inside me, thick and suffocating, threatening to choke me.I couldn’t believe I’d doubted him. Asher, my husband, the man who had told me he loved me, the man who had sworn to me that he didn’t hurt me in any way. Yet, I’d let those cursed images poison my mind.They had looked so real, so passionate. It felt like my heart would explode. I told everyone, everyone, that he cheated on me. And for what? A lie that Taylor created just to ruin us. I almost let her succeed.My thoughts turned to Dexter. It was supposed to be a casual fling, something temporary, but I encouraged it. I used him, even though I clearly didn’t want him.I let it continue so I could hurt Asher, and I had hurt him badly. Not only did I fail to trust him, but I also went as far as to betray his trust in me. I had been disloyal

Asher’s POVThe dining room felt suffocatingly warm. Save for the clinking of cutlery against fine china and the soft hum of background music, it was eerily quiet.The Sterling family dinners had always been like this, formal, stiff, and thick with tension. It was a dynamic we were all used to.But tonight, the atmosphere was different. It felt like a storm was brewing beneath the surface. I sat between Ivy and Janine, who was nervously picking at her food.Across from us, Marcus was brooding, his jaw clenched, eyes darting between our parents. Dad was quieter than usual, his face unreadable, while Mom did what she always did lately, filling the silence with polite questions about everyone’s well-being.“So, Ivy, how’s work been? I saw your pictures the other day, the one for Cube Magazine?” Mom asked, her voice bright but forced, and I looked up at her.Ivy smiled, nodding. “It was spectacular!” she declared, her smile widening. “Thank you so much, it means a lot that you like it.”M

Ivy’s POVThe sun was warm on my skin, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowers as I lay on the soft blanket, my head resting on Asher’s thigh. We were together on a private beach that Asher had rented because he wanted to be with me.His fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face, and I looked up at him, my heart swelling at the love and adoration in his deep brown eyes. He held a grape between his fingers, dangling it above my lips with a playful smirk.“Open up,” he teased, his voice low and warm. There was a tinge of amusement in his voice.I giggled, reaching for the grape, but he pulled it just out of reach. “Asher,” I whined, pretending to pout. “You’re being mean.”“Mean?” He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “I’m feeding you grapes. Isn’t that what doting husbands do?”“Doting husbands don’t tease,” I shot back, though my smile betrayed me. I opened my mouth again, and this time he let me take the grape, his fingers brushing my lips as I did. I chewed slowly, s

Asher’s POVI hopped into my car, slamming the door shut behind me. My phone was still pressed to my ear, my knuckles white from gripping it so tightly. “What do you want with my wife?” I yelled, my voice cracking under the weight of my anger. “Is it money? Name your price! Do you want shares? Inside information? Hell, take the whole company! Just give me back my wife!”My mind was racing, guilt and anger twisting together in my chest. This was all because of me. My rivals in business, my mistakes, they’d dragged Ivy into this mess. She didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve any of it.“Oh, shut up!” Taylor’s voice snapped through the phone, sharp and clear, no voice concealer this time.I froze, my breath catching in my throat. For a moment, I couldn’t speak, couldn’t react. I knew Taylor was capable of vile things, she’d drugged me, manipulated me, created those false images to ruin my life, but this? This was something else entirely.“Shut up, Asher,” she repeated, her tone drippi

Asher’s POVMarcus’s mouth hung open. “You were drugged, Asher? How... why didn’t you tell me?”I shot him a glare.He exhaled. “I’m your older brother, Asher. All of this happened, and I needed to know.”“It’s my problem. I would have handled it!” I snapped.“Clearly, you couldn’t,” he replied.“Marcus! Asher!” Janine interjected, raising her hands. “Ivy has been kidnapped!” She spelled it out. “That’s the priority! You can have the argument about your sour relationship and whose fault it is later.”Marcus sighed, rubbing his temple. “Alright, we need a plan. Fast. You need to speak to Taylor.”I nodded in agreement. “But Taylor is smart. She has to believe I really want her, or she’ll see right through it. And we can’t involve the police. That process would take too long, and Ivy...” I couldn’t even finish the thought.We all stood there for a moment, the air thick with tension as we tried to think of a way out of this nightmare. Then my phone rang, cutting through the silence sharp