Lahat ng Kabanata ng Billionaire’s Ex-wife Is Over Him: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

When Riley was a child, his family seemed perfect. His father was a successful businessman, always coming home with gifts after long business trips. His mother was warm and attentive, often baking his favourite cookies or reading him stories at bedtime. They were the kind of family other people envied. His parents held hands at parties, laughed at private jokes, and stole kisses when they thought no one was watching. Riley grew up thinking that was what love looked like.But somewhere along the way, that love started to crumble. He doesn’t remember exactly when the fights began—maybe when he was in his early teens? At first, they were small arguments over dinner plans or forgotten anniversaries. But as Riley grew older, the fights became louder, sharper. His mother would cry in the room, his father would storm out of the house, and Riley would retreat to his room, covering his ears with a pillow.

Mrs Hopkins’s laugh is soft, almost motherly. “Love isn’t always fireworks, Mr Griffin. Sometimes it’s quieter, steadier. Tell me—when you think of Amanda, what do you feel?”He exhales sharply, leaning back against the bench. “I feel… regret. Like I failed her. And guilt because my friends told me she deserved better.”“Those are feelings of remorse, not necessarily love. What else? When you picture her in your mind, what comes to you?”Riley closes his eyes, letting his thoughts settle. Amanda’s face surfaces almost immediately—her determined smile, the way she bit her lip when she was nervous, her soft laughter that always seemed to fill the silence.“She’s… incredible,” he admits, his voice low. “She sees things I don’t. This garden, for example. I couldn’t care less about it after my mother passed, but Amanda… she saved it.

At the time, he didn’t think much of the moment. He didn’t even remember her name until they met again, just two years later. He brushed it off as a small act of decency, something anyone with a shred of polity would have done.But now, he wonders why he felt compelled to step in. He could have stayed quiet, could have ignored the scene and gone about his night. He had done so countless times before, letting others fend for themselves.Was it just a sense of sympathy? Or had he already sensed something extraordinary about her, even if he wasn’t ready to acknowledge it?Riley sighs, running a hand through his hair. The memory lingers, refusing to fade, as if it’s trying to tell him something he’s only beginning to understand.Riley tries to find out the moment he fell in love with Amanda.He’s mind go back to that day he was asked to take part in the university’s promotional video. It’s like it was meant to be. Amanda was also part of the team.Amanda looked surprised, as did Riley.

Amanda and her friends have stayed a few more days in Tenerife.And now, she comes back home.Amanda sits cross-legged on her living room floor, her laptop open and her phone propped against a half-empty mug of tea. The soft hum of her playlist fills the space as she scrolls through the photos she took during her trip to Tenerife. Each image brings a rush of memories—the stunning view, the laughter of her friends, and Alessio’s easy grin.She edits a few pictures, adjusting the lighting to capture the warmth of the sun that seemed to follow them everywhere. A particular photo of a rugged coastline catches her attention. She pauses, the waves in the image frozen mid-crash, and for a moment, she feels like she’s back there, inhaling the salty breeze.With a contented sigh, Amanda uploads several photos to her Instagram. Captions come naturally—a mix of reflections on the beauty of Tener

“No, it’s not!” Kara snaps. “You come here, uninvited, and demand I help Fiona? And you expect me to be okay with it? After all the crap you’ve pulled? You’ve badmouthed Amanda—yeah, I know about that—because you don’t like me and she is my best friend. You’ve criticized every decision I’ve ever made, and now you think I owe you?”“Don't forget, I'm sick too. And you're the contributors.”Her mother stands abruptly, her hands trembling slightly. “That’s not our fault. We didn’t do it on purpose.”“Yeah, but it's true that you caused it. Double standard. Treat Fiona and me differently, right?”The room falls silent for a moment, the tension so thick Amanda feels like she can’t breathe.Even though it's Kara's family business, Amanda feels like she should say something.She couldn't interject just now, but