All Chapters of Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Hugo Beaumont was known for many things—his unshakable good mood, his decadent lifestyle, and his flair for drama, both onscreen and off. A fixture in the entertainment world, he lived like every night was a red-carpet premiere. At that moment, he had just seen off a lover and was lazily leaning against the balcony railing of his high-rise penthouse, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, the city lights flickering like stars beneath him.When his phone buzzed with a call from Alexander at 3 a.m., Hugo blinked, slightly amused. This hour usually meant one of two things: trouble—or post-coital confusion. And knowing Alexander, it had to be the latter. A smirk curled at the corners of his lips.“Xander,” he drawled, the cigarette dangling from his mouth.Alexander sat on the edge of a sleek leather armchair in the hotel’s dimly lit living room, his elbows on his knees, one hand loosely gripping his phone. His shirt was still undone, and his hair was damp from the cold shower that h

Ava froze. She felt a familiar jolt of exasperation—how could a man with a schedule as packed as Alexander’s still have this much energy?“Not here, in my home, Mr. Vanderbilt,” she said firmly. “Tomorrow, I’ll come to the hotel and find you.”With that, she stepped toward the door, intending to shut it.But Alexander didn’t give her the chance. He pushed inside before it could close, the heavy door thudding shut behind him with finality.From down the hallway, a sharp bark broke the tension.“Woof! Woof! Woof!”Rex, her golden retriever, came bounding toward them with his tail wagging furiously, claws tapping on the hardwood as he skidded to a stop. He rubbed against Alexander’s leg like an old friend.That sudden burst of joy from the dog seemed to ease the tension, and for a moment, the corners of Alexander’s lips twitched. Some of his frustration from being turned away began to dissipate.Realizing she had little chance of forcing him out now, Ava let out a weary breath and bent t

Alexander was idling at a red light when his phone rang. The week had been chaotic, one meeting bleeding into the next, but his mind kept circling back to the same thing—the ring. That glint of metal, and the quiet sting of rejection, still clung to his thoughts like smoke.As he turned his head, something outside the window caught his eye.Ava.Her car was pulled over on the side of the road, just beyond the Westchester Manor exit. She sat slumped behind the wheel, pale and visibly shaken. The light turned green, but Alexander remained still, his eyes locked on the scene.Inside her car, Ava was unraveling.She had driven straight from Westchester Manor, her chest tight, emotions coiled like wire beneath her skin. Once she found a quiet spot beneath a tree, she parked and leaned forward, pressing her hand to her mouth. Her stomach churned violently, but nothing came. The sensation was dry and hollow—an echo of exhaustion and disgust.She curled onto the passenger seat, dizzy and naus

After Alexander left, Ava stood alone in the living room, dazed. The silence in the apartment seemed louder than ever, pressing down on her like a weighted blanket. She didn’t move, didn’t think—just stared blankly at the closed door for a long while, as if expecting it to open again.Only when her stomach let out a low, insistent growl did she come back to herself. Her cheeks were still flushed, burning hot, as though seared by the intensity of what had just happened. Flustered, she patted her face with both hands, then rushed to the bathroom to splash herself with cold water. It helped a little, but not much.In the dim kitchen, she opened the refrigerator, only to find a half-used box of dry spaghetti. No sauce, no sides, no real plan. But hunger trumped elegance tonight. She boiled the noodles, ate them plain, and tried not to think.When she crawled into bed afterward, her mind refused to rest. Alexander’s final words lingered like embers in her chest, smoldering.Ava had always

As Ava lay beneath the plush hotel duvet, a fleeting thought passed through her mind—did Alexander want the sixth time tonight?She didn’t have the energy to find out.Before the notion could fully form, sleep swept over her like a wave crashing against a weary shore. Her body surrendered without resistance, curled instinctively into the warmth of the blankets.By the time Alexander approached the bed, she was fast asleep, her breathing soft and rhythmic, her expression serene. He stood over her for a moment, the pale moonlight from the curtained windows casting gentle patterns across her face.He lay down beside her, though sleep didn’t come to him as easily. His body was still, but his mind stirred with unease. Why had he come all the way to Charleston? Had it truly been about business? Or had it been the idea of her here, alone?He glanced down at his hand, at the small blister between his fingers—red, taut, faintly stinging. The ointment she had applied still lingered, its coolnes