All Chapters of THE RETURN OF THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX WIFE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

THE CALL Rowan’s POV She shot to her feet. “I’m coming with you.” “Ivy—” “Don’t even think about telling me to stay here,” she cut me off. “That’s my son. I’m not sitting around while you play detective.” For a second, I just stared at her, then nodded. “Let’s go.” We sped through the city, the tension in the car thick enough to choke on. My jaw was clenched, and focus razor-sharp. As we pulled up to the security office where my team was waiting, my pulse quickened. This was it. We were finally getting answers—or at least a piece of the puzzle. I opened the door for her, my hand resting briefly on her lower back as we walked inside. It was a small gesture, but it sent a strange warmth through me. My security officer who had come to the school greeted us, already pulling up the footage. I leaned in, my eyes narrowing as I studied the screen. “There,” I said, pointing. “That’s him.” Ivy's breath caught in her throat as we saw Noah on the screen, his small frame cli

THE BREAKING POINT Rowan's POV I stood frozen, my mind racing. Gabe’s words echoed in my head, but they didn’t make sense. This wasn’t some random kidnapping. It was a message—one meant for me. But why will anybody want to take my son ransom so that they could send me a message? But as I asked myself this question, I could already feel the name of the person behind this forming in my head. Ivy’s grip on Noah tightened, her body angled protectively in front of him. Her eyes, once filled with relief, had turned sharp with fear. And anger. “Explain,” she demanded. “Right now.” I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. I had been expecting this moment for months, but I had convinced myself it would never come. That he would never go this far. Now, it seems I was surly wrong. I should've dealt with this a long time ago. But there was no way I could've thought Ivy will come back to my world. Talk more of bringing a son with her. Gabe crossed his arms, watching me closely. He wasn

LETTING GO Ivy's POV The moment our lips met, the world outside faded. It was like being caught in a storm and I was spiraling into the air. My heart beat galloped like I was in a race. Threatening to tear out of my chest. For a moment, I wondered if he could hear it. Gabe kissed me like he’d been waiting for this, like he’d fought against it and lost. His hands slid to my waist, fingers pressing just firm enough to make me shiver. I gasped against his mouth, my pulse hammering. I raised my hands up to his chest to push him off, but my traitorous hands wound itself around his neck pulling him even closer. I should have pulled away. I should have stopped this before it went too far. But the moment his lips moved against mine, soft yet commanding, every rational thought scattered. I heard a moan and I was sure it escaped my throat as Gabe replied with a growl of his own and I pressed closer. As if it wasn't enough, my hands slid off his shoulders and gripped the front of his s

THE PAIN OF TRUTH Ivy's POV As I stood in my office, staring at my phone, my pulse hammered in my ears. The article was right there, the words blurring together as I reread them for what felt like the hundredth time. What's going on? This can't be true. He will never do such a thing. Could it be Bella is trying to pull another one of her tricks? "A source confirms that the recent attacks on Ivy Sharp’s business were orchestrated by an insider—her own brother, Ethan Sharp." My stomach twisted. This had to be a mistake. Ethan wouldn’t—couldn’t—do something like this. I knew he never really wanted me around him, but going the extra mile to sabotage my business was unthinkable. Could he be working with Bella? That's not possible. He wouldn't stoop so low. But as I scrolled further, the article listed transaction records, emails, and phone logs. Evidence. Proof. I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to stop the sudden wave of nausea. This wasn't just a bad joke. It was real.

A FAMILY'S FIGHT The boardroom was suffocating. I hadn't felt this way in a long time. Eleven investors sat in their high-backed chairs, their polished shoes tapping against the floor, their eyes filled with barely concealed doubt. The air smelled of coffee and tension. I sat at the head of the table, back straight, shoulders squared, refusing to let them see even a flicker of hesitation. Rowan sat to my left, Sarah to my right. Both of them were quiet, but their presence was my anchor. I don't know why I let Rowan into my life again. But in this moment, in this time, I was grateful. I took a slow breath, then spoke. “We’re moving forward with legal action against Ethan and Bella.” Murmurs erupted. Gregory Whitmore, the oldest and loudest investor, leaned forward. “Ivy, let’s be reasonable. A lawsuit will draw attention—bad attention. We have enough problems without dragging your personal matters into the public eye.” I clenched my jaw. “My personal matters? Ethan and Bell