All Chapters of RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND CHASED ME BACK: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

It started with a letter.It always does, doesn’t it?One unassuming envelope slipped under the door of a house already heavy with unresolved history.One signature from a dead woman that cracked open a vault Jeff and I didn’t know we were standing on.Eden’s eyes lit up when she read it.She wasn’t greedy. That much I could tell.But she was curious. Cautious.And she had no idea what this “trust” truly meant—not in dollars, but in weight.It wasn’t just about money.It was about names. About legacy. About control.And about me.“You don’t have to worry,” Eden said later that morning, sitting across from me with her mug of peppermint tea. “I’m not going to contest anything. I don’t need some giant inheritance to prove I’m Jeff’s daughter.”But that wasn’t the point.“You’re not contesting anything, Eden,” I said, managing a calm smile. “The papers say it’s already yours. And that means a lot of legal reworkings, especially because that trust—”“Was used in the merger,” she finished,

The silence in the mansion grew louder with each passing day of Jeff’s absence. Morning routines, shared coffees, half-smiles over the newspaper—everything had unraveled into empty echoes.Lisbon might have only been hours ahead in time, but for me, it felt like another dimension. I kept replaying the photograph of Jeff and Isabella. Her smile wasn’t sweet; it was calculated. His posture wasn’t relaxed; it was defensive.Eden noticed the change in me.“You’re quieter than usual,” she said one evening, twirling a pencil between her fingers.“Just tired.”“You think he’s not coming back?”I swallowed. “It’s not that. I just... don’t know who’s coming back.”She studied me, her expression too knowing for someone so young. “Then maybe figure out who you want to be if he doesn’t.”Her words stuck with me like the taste of bitter coffee. Honest. Sharp. Necessary.It took six more days before I heard from Jeff again—not a call, not a letter, but a text.“Back in two days. I’ll explain everyt

Some people believe that the worst storms come from within—doubt, betrayal, fear.But sometimes, the real destruction arrives from the outside. Without warning. Uninvited.That morning, I woke up to the smell of cinnamon and orange peels simmering on the stove. Jeff was already downstairs, humming to himself while Eden made coffee. For a split second, I let myself believe we were normal.A couple. A family.Until my phone buzzed on the kitchen island.Unknown Number.I picked up.“Ms. Perez?”“Yes, speaking.”“This is Detective Clara Mason with the San Francisco Financial Crimes Unit. I’m calling to inform you that you, along with Mr. Jeffrey Ortega, have been listed as persons of interest in an active investigation involving international wire fraud and property laundering.”My blood turned to ice.“I’m sorry—what?”“This is in connection to a newly surfaced whistleblower from the Braga Lisbon syndicate, who alleges that you knowingly received assets linked to embezzlement.”“I—what?

The air in the press room was thick with anticipation. Cameras clicked, journalists murmured, and the weight of public scrutiny pressed heavily on my shoulders. I stepped up to the podium, the spotlight glaring."Good afternoon," I began, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. "I stand before you not as a defendant, but as a woman committed to truth and transparency."I detailed the forged documents, the unauthorized transactions, and the evidence pointing towards a deliberate attempt to undermine my credibility. I emphasized the steps taken to investigate the breach and the cooperation extended to international authorities."Integrity has always been the cornerstone of my work," I concluded. "I will not allow falsehoods to tarnish the efforts we've made to bring about positive change."JSTOR+3bhspecialty.com+3For Purpose Law Group (FPLG)+3The room erupted in questions, flashes of cameras capturing every expression. I answered each query with composure, determined to reclaim the

I used to believe that public redemption came with a grand finale—a news headline, a televised apology, maybe even a round of applause. But in reality, redemption is quieter. It arrives like the tide, inch by inch. One moment you’re drowning in scandal, and the next, your head breaks the surface. Barely, but you breathe.The aftermath of the tribunal was oddly muted. The world moved on faster than I expected. Some new political scandal, a celebrity breakup—something shinier and easier to digest than corruption charges and betrayal. The media's appetite had shifted, but I remained where the storm had left me: changed.Jeff and I had stood side by side during the testimony, but silence swallowed us afterward. Not angry silence. Not even tense. Just… unsure.We didn’t rush home together. We went to our respective corners of the city, waiting to see what kind of people we’d become after all of it.It was on the third morning that my doorbell rang.I opened it to find him there. Hair sligh