All Chapters of THE RETURN OF THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX WIFE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 56

Strength in UnityRowan’s POVI should’ve seen it coming.The second Ivy’s face fell after checking her phone backstage, I knew Bella wasn’t finished. Her eyes locked on mine like I’d just punched her in the gut. The crowd in the press room blurred into static. Nothing else mattered in that moment but the storm brewing behind Ivy’s eyes.She didn’t say a word. Just turned, walked straight past the curtain, and disappeared down the hallway.I followed without hesitation.“Ivy!” I caught up to her just outside the green room. She spun around, shoving the phone against my chest.My name. Time stamp. Hotel room. A clip of me walking inside.“You want to tell me what the hell this is?”Her voice was low, shaking, like she was holding it all in by the skin of her teeth.I watched the video. Once. Twice. Then exhaled hard, jaw tightening.“I was at that hotel last week,” I said. “But not for what it looks like.”She crossed her arms. “So, what? You just randomly stroll into hotels shirtless

Morning Mischief (Ivy's POV)The morning sun peeked through the floor-to-ceiling windows, slipping past the curtains and spilling light across the hardwood floor. I blinked awake slowly, my cheek pressed against something warm and solid. For a second, I didn’t move. Just breathed. Listened to the even rise and fall of his chest beneath me. Rowan's heartbeat thudded against my ear, steady and calm, and his arm was draped across my waist, heavy and possessive, like he never wanted to let me go.His scent—clean, woodsy, a little like cedar and something I couldn’t name—wrapped around me like a second blanket.I tilted my face up slightly and found his jaw covered in a fine stubble. I smiled. This was dangerous and too intimate.And still, I stayed.His hand shifted slowly down my back, fingers splaying across my spine. I stiffened for half a second, but then he mumbled something sleep-drenched and nuzzled the crown of my head.“You’re awake,” I whispered, trying not to grin.“Barely,”

The Show Must Go On Ivy’s POVMy hands wouldn’t stop shaking.I stood behind the velvet curtain, breathing in fabric dust and raw adrenaline. The sound of a buzzing crowd echoed through the venue, loud and alive. Camera flashes already lit up the entrance like a storm of strobe lightning.This was supposed to be the moment. My moment. The one I’d worked years for.But something felt off.“Ivy, where do you want these shoes? We’re missing a pair from Look Four,” Claire called, practically jogging up to me with a rack of heels clutched in her hands.“What do you mean missing?” I turned sharply, heart thudding.“They were here thirty minutes ago. Now they’re just… gone.”I looked around the cluttered backstage. Stylists running in every direction. Models reapplying lipstick, pulling at hems, fighting last-minute nerves. Every second counted.“They’re gold stilettos, right?” I asked, already walking toward the model lineup.Claire nodded. “Yup. Custom made.”My pulse spiked.I scanned th