All Chapters of Billionaire’s Ex-wife Is Over Him: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

It came back to him the day she gave him back the necklace—the old one, the so-called lucky charm from his childhood—something clicked. Their first real meeting wasn’t that banquet. It was way before. He was just a kid then. She was too.  That was a party, too. His birthday party. She was terrified—lost in the garden alone.  He saw her from a distance, the little girl in the blue dress standing by the fountain at the start of the birthday party.  But he didn’t say anything at that time, just gave her a tissue and left that pendant behind, told her it’d keep her safe. But what stuck harder than that was college. The debate. Rex had dragged him there.  Rex, with his latest crush on some girl from the debate team. Shawn came too, for the laughs. 

Faye wraps her scarf tighter around her neck, walking up the dimly lit street. Her heels click softly on the tile floor, but her mind is loud. She stops in front of a closed chocolate store, stares at the window display through the streetlight without really seeing them. Is it jealousy? Maybe. Maybe it always has been. She and Amanda—same age, same high school, even fell in love with the same boy—Riley. But they’ve always been different. Faye grew up in a world of chandeliers and silk curtains. Her family name opened doors. People remembered her—smiling in glossy magazines, wearing designer dresses at charity balls. Many people tried to please her, not because of who she was, but because of the family she came from. Her family was rich, powerful, and well-known, and that alone was enough to attract attention. Some flattered her with fake smiles, others offered favors without b

Faye lets out a tiny, dry laugh. Can’t believe this is what I’ve come to. Standing in a corner like some stalker. Watching Amanda. Me. With my own two eyes. The wind picks up again. Her hair gets into her mouth. She spits it out, annoyed. She stuffs her hands deep into her pockets, fingers stiff from the cold. And then she sees him. Riley. She freezes. Her eyes don’t even blink. She should’ve known. Just from the way he sounded on the phone—sharp, rushed, like every second counted—Faye already guessed Riley would come. Of course he would. Of course he’d come see Amanda. Her back stays tight against the wall as she watches him pull up to the curb across the street. The car stops a little crooked. Riley doesn’t even bother fixing it. His headlights cut across the empty sidewalk for a second before they switch off. The engine dies. Then nothing. Faye ducks

Faye’s breath catches. She doesn’t know how she knows. But she does. She swallows hard, throat dry. And then she can not hear any thing after that.Until... Amanda turns. She gets out of the car and walks back toward the bar. Riley doesn’t follow. He just sits there, motionless, like a statue.Faye stares. She’s still staring when the door to the bar closes behind Amanda. She’s not cold anymore. Or maybe she just can’t feel it now. She is so shocked that her mind goes blank.Her limbs move on their own as she steps away from the chocolate shop and walks toward her own car. Her steps are slow, uneven. Like she’s trying not to trip over something invisible. She doesn’t look back. Doesn’t glance toward Riley’s car.She just walks. Mind spinning. Hands stiff. And something heavy, sharp, pressing down right in the center of her chest.---Amanda walks back into the bar. The warmth inside hits her skin like a blanket, soft and heavy. It’s a little stuffy. Loud again. The low hum of music, p

Amanda only knows Faye went abroad for treatment. That’s what her high school classmates told her. Amanda never asked for more details. Actually, they weren’t sure why either, only heard something treatment overseas. Faye was tight-lipped about it. It felt like crossing a line that didn’t belong to her. And maybe, deep down, Amanda was afraid the truth would make her feel things she wasn’t ready to feel. But still—whatever the real reason was, Amanda had felt sorry for her. Whether Faye was truly sick or not, whether the illness was serious or something else was going on, Amanda believed one thing for sure: leaving the country wasn’t easy for someone like Faye. Faye's family had deep roots here. They had power, money, and connections. Her last name carried weight. If she chose to walk away from all that, she must have had a strong reason. Amanda believed that. Faye had built a life here. She had friends, a