All Chapters of Secret Billionaire Divorcee: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Caroline's Point of ViewAdrian’s quiet when we get home.Too quiet.Liam runs ahead of us, kicking his shoes off and flopping on the couch like nothing happened. Like Knoxx didn’t show up. Like my entire body didn’t go cold when I saw him staring at our son like he recognized something he shouldn't have.I don't know how Liam does it—how he carries so much light without realizing the darkness trying to crawl back in.I set my purse down on the counter and open the fridge just to keep my hands busy. I’m not hungry. I’m not thirsty. I just need something to do so I don’t look at Adrian and answer the questions I know are waiting in his silence.He finally speaks when Liam runs upstairs to get his toy robot.“I didn’t mean to listen.”I close the fridge and look at him. “You did.”He exhales slowly. “I only heard part of it.”I don’t answer.He walks toward me, slow, measured. “You asked Knoxx why it matters now.”My jaw tightens. “It doesn’t.”He stops a few steps away from me. His eye

Knoxx’s Point of ViewThe press conference room feels colder than it should.Maybe it’s the nerves. Or maybe it’s guilt. It doesn’t matter. I sit there in front of the microphone, eyes locked on the crowd of journalists filtering in—cameras, notepads, recorders.All of them waiting to hear what the CEO of Wayne & Co. is about to say.I glance at the clock behind them.Three minutes left.My heart pounds. I’ve faced shareholders before. Negotiated millions. Led boardroom takeovers. But this is different.Because this time, I’m here to burn myself down.“Sir,” my assistant whispers beside me, handing over a final document. “Press release, just in case you want to stick to the talking points.”I shake my head slowly. “No script.”He nods, lips tight.I wait until the countdown hits zero

Adrian’s Point of View The exhibition hall is buzzing with energy. Booths are lit up in every direction, showcasing jewelry, designs, tools. Voices blend in a symphony of small talk, sales pitches, and the occasional excited laughter when someone finds something they love. But I’m not here for any of that. I’m here for her. And for Liam. “Excuse me,” I ask a staffer near the entrance, “is the Hill & Bloom booth in this wing?” She checks the tablet in her hands and nods. “Yes, sir. Local vendors are in Row C, right-hand side. They’re at the end.” “Thanks.” My heart thuds as I walk, eyes scanning. I know I shouldn’t feel this nervous, but I do. I haven’t seen her since that night she fell asleep on my shoulder. Since she hugged me li

Caroline’s Point of View The door closes behind us with a soft click. Adrian sets his keys on the counter and gives me a tired smile. “Home sweet home.” I don’t smile back. I just stare at the blood staining the sleeve of his shirt. He notices. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” I cross my arms tightly. “You said that the last time.” He shrugs. “And I was right then, too.” My jaw tightens. “Let me see it.” He sighs but doesn’t argue. He walks toward the bathroom and I follow, watching every step he takes. His limp is faint but there. My chest aches. Inside, he peels off his shirt slowly. I catch my breath. The burn on his arm is deeper than he made it sound. The bruise blooming across his ribs is c

Caroline’s Point of View The lights are bright. Brighter than I expected. The small auditorium is packed, and the subtle buzz of chatter and shuffling heels fills the room as people settle into their seats. My name flashes across the screen behind me: Caroline Hill, Founder of Aline Jewerly. I take a deep breath behind the curtain. It’s not fear I feel. Not exactly. It’s weight. The weight of the journey it took to get here. The years I swallowed my voice. The months I spent trying to rebuild something from the ashes of everything that was taken from me. The nights I lay awake wondering if I was being stupid to keep going. Now I’m here. In my homeland. In front of people who have followed my story—from whispers and headlines to quiet respect. And I’m not just here as someone’s