All Chapters of THE RETURN OF THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX WIFE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

A BATTLE OF WILLS ROWAN'S POV It's been a few days since I found out that I have a son and all I could think was how I could get to know him. Obviously, I knew that was going to be a new level of difficult seeing how Ivy is trying to make sure that we don't get I stay away from the boy. It's not like I blamed her or anything. It was my fault after all. I was the one that tossed her out for a stupid reason. It was Saturday evening and I didn't have it in me for any social calling. So, I sent the servants away and sat in the living room while flipping through TV stations that barely held my attention. Lost in my thoughts, I barely notice when someone knocks on the door. I was about to call for one of the servants to come get the door but then I remembered there was no one around. With a grunt, I went to get the door. The moment I opened the door, my system was hit with shock that I almost fell to my knees. The usual floral scent of Ivy filled the air, robbing me of the ability

NOAH'S BIG QUESTION Ivy’s POV The soft hum of the TV was the only sound in the living room, but I wasn’t paying attention to the cartoon flickering on the screen. My eyes were locked on Noah, who was sprawled out on the couch with his tablet in his lap, his little face furrowed in concentration. He hadn’t said much since we got home earlier, and I couldn’t blame him. After everything that had happened over the past few days—after everything with Rowan—I wasn’t sure how to begin untangling it for him. “Mom?” His voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Yeah, sweetheart?” He set the tablet aside and sat up, his serious expression catching me off guard. “Can I ask you something?” I smiled, trying to push down the anxiety curling in my chest. “Of course. You can ask me anything.” He hesitated for a second, then looked at me with those wide, honest eyes of his. “Why isn’t Rowan around? Like… in our lives?” The question hit me like a punch to the gut. My breath caught, and for a secon

BREAKING POINT IVY’S POV The boardroom buzzed with a nervous energy I couldn’t quite place. My investors sat around the long table, eyes on me, waiting for answers I wasn’t entirely sure I had anymore. I swallowed the lump in my throat and smiled through it. “Thank you all for being here,” I began, clasping my hands together tightly to keep them from shaking. “I know there have been… setbacks recently, but I want to assure you that the launch is still on schedule. The designs are ready, and the marketing team is already preparing the final campaign strategy.” A couple of the investors nodded, but most of them looked skeptical. I could practically hear their thoughts. Another crisis. Another excuse. How long until this business collapses? I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t. I’d worked too damn hard to get here. Just as I was about to continue, the glass door to the boardroom swung open. A woman I vaguely recognized—short hair, sharp suit, and a notebook clutched in her hand—w

DINNER FOR THREE Rowan’s POV The table was set—casual but thoughtful. A bowl of pasta, fresh salad, and garlic bread sat in the center, steam rising into the warm air of the kitchen. I wiped my hands on a dish towel, glancing at the clock. Ten minutes until they arrived. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this nervous. Business meetings, tough negotiations—I could handle those with ease. But waiting for Ivy and Noah to walk through my door felt like I was preparing for an ambush. I wasn’t even sure how I convinced Ivy to agree to this dinner. Maybe it was pure desperation, or maybe she saw something in my eyes earlier when we talked—something that made her want to give me a chance. Either way, I wasn’t going to waste it. The knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. Showtime. I opened the door, and there they were. Ivy stood just outside, her hand resting on Noah’s shoulder. She looked hesitant, her eyes flickering past me and into the house. Noah, on the other hand

A CHANCE AT REDEMPTION Ivy’s POV I barely registered Rowan’s words. My entire body went cold, every instinct screaming for me to grab my bag and bolt out the door. But I forced myself to stay still, gripping the edge of my desk like it was the only thing keeping me in control. “Gone?” Rowan’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and urgent. “What do you mean, gone?” My throat tightened as I stared at my phone, my fingers trembling over the screen. “His teacher just texted me. He didn’t get on the bus after school. No one knows where he is.” My pulse pounded in my ears. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not Noah. Rowan crossed the room in two strides, his hand settling on my arm with surprising steadiness. “We’ll find him,” he said firmly, his eyes locking onto mine. “I promise. We’ll find him.” The calm in his voice pulled me back from the edge, just enough for me to breathe. I nodded, though my mind was racing with worst-case scenarios. I grabbed my phone and dialed t