All Chapters of THE RETURN OF THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX WIFE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

A SHOCKING REVELATION Ivy's POV The note burned in my palm long after Rowan read it. Don't trust the wrong people. Watch your back. I barely slept again. I kept playing it over in my mind—who wrote it, who knew where I lived, who was watching me close enough to slide that under my door. Rowan stayed up too, silent, tense, always glancing toward the windows like he expected someone to come crashing through. By mid-morning, I was raw. Tired. On edge. And still had to show up at the office like my world wasn’t spinning out of control. The second I stepped into the building with Rowan by my side, I knew something was off. I had already told him to go but has been adamant even after he went home for a change of clothes. The lobby was too quiet. No hum of chatter. No front desk greeting. Just an eerie stillness. I glanced around. “Where’s Clara?” Rowan stepped beside me, scanning the space. “You always have someone at the front desk, right?” “Always.” We moved in deeper. The

NOAH TAKES A STAND Noah’s POV I was supposed to be asleep. Mom said so, and she tucked me in with her usual kiss on the forehead and soft whisper, “Sweet dreams, baby.” But I wasn’t dreaming. I was wide awake, staring at the ceiling while the shadows on my walls danced from the streetlights outside. Something in her voice felt… sad. Tight, like the way she talks when she’s really worried but tries to pretend she’s not. So I got up. I slid out of bed slowly, my feet making no sound on the carpet, and tiptoed to the door. It was cracked open just a little. I heard voices. Mom and Rowan. At first, it was quiet murmuring, like they were trying not to wake me up. Then it got louder. Sharper. Angry. “Ivy, I’ve already told you what I know.” “Not enough,” she snapped, cutting the distance between them. “You told me you met Bella once. But now the investigation is showing money trails and shared shell companies. You expect me to believe you didn’t know anything?” Rowan exhaled, j

A MOMENT OF VULNERABILITY Ivy’s POV I shut Noah’s bedroom door gently and stood there for a long moment, listening to his soft breathing. His words from earlier still echoed in my head like a song stuck on repeat. Even though it's been hours. “He just wants to be here, Mom. With us. Isn’t that enough?” I wanted to believe it was. But belief didn’t erase the years of silence, the aching questions, or the broken promises that never came with explanations. It didn’t fix the way my heart still clenched when I saw Rowan’s face or how my guard rose the second his name slipped into conversation. Still, something was different now. And I hated that I could feel it. I slept with him after all. I padded back into the living room and sat on the edge of the couch, hugging one of Noah’s throw pillows to my chest. My phone was on the coffee table. I stared at it. Then grabbed it. It took three tries to dial Sarah’s number. My thumb hovered each time like my body was trying to stop me

THE CHASE Rowan's POV But just as we reached my car, headlights flared to life across the street. Another SUV. Same model. Same black tint. Only this time, it didn’t wait. It gunned the engine— And started speeding straight toward us. “Ivy—get down!” I shoved her behind me as instinct kicked in like muscle memory. My hand gripped the handle of my car, yanked the door open, and flung it wide just in time to block some of the blast as the SUV swerved, its tires shrieking. The door slammed back against my shoulder from the force, but it held. “Get in!” I roared. Ivy didn’t freeze—thank God. She scrambled into the passenger seat, heart in her throat, eyes wide with fear. I dove in after her, yanked the door shut, and slammed the engine into gear. The SUV swung around again, circling like a wolf that had caught the scent of blood. “They’re coming back,” Ivy said, her voice tight. “I see them.” I stomped on the gas and we lurched forward, tires spitting gravel as we tore out

BELLA’S DOWNFALLRowan’s POVI didn’t sleep that night. Ivy had finally drifted off on the couch wrapped in the thick throw blanket, her breathing soft and even, but my mind refused to shut down.I watched the dying firelight dance across her face from the armchair across the room. Her eyelashes flickered, her brow furrowed even in rest. She was still hurting—physically, emotionally—and I had been part of the reason. That truth clung to me like smoke. Heavy. Inescapable.But she'd said yes. A small yes. A hesitant one. But a yes to working with me. A yes to fighting Bella. Maybe… maybe a yes to me. If I could just prove I was worth it.At exactly five a.m., I stood, cracked my neck, and pulled out my phone.“Daniel,” I muttered, already pacing the living room. “We move today.”---By eight, my team had taken over my home office. Daniel sat beside me with his sleeves rolled up, scrolling through hundreds of documents and digital records. “We’ve got enough to bury her,” he said, not loo