All Chapters of RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND CHASED ME BACK: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

I leaned back in my office chair, the final audit summary glowing from my screen. The numbers, once sources of deception, now told the truth—stark, cold, and undeniable. For weeks, I had buried myself in rebuilding what had crumbled under the weight of betrayal. And yet, even with progress in motion, the exhaustion seeped into my bones like a quiet poison.A soft knock at my office door pulled me from the spiral of numbers.“Come in,” I called, straightening.Jeff stepped inside, carrying two steaming cups of coffee. His tie was loosened, sleeves rolled up, and his expression bore that familiar mix of concern and quiet encouragement.“You’ve been in here since six. Again,” he said, placing one of the cups beside me. “You know you don’t get extra points for burnout.”I managed a tired smile. “I know. But I need to finish this proposal for the summit. If we don’t secure that UN funding—”“Then we pivot,” he interrupted gently. “But we’ll handle it together, Demi. You don’t have to do it

Three months into the Umoja overhaul, we were gaining traction—and making enemies.The Consortium’s blockchain monitoring system had done more than just restore credibility; it was forcing uncomfortable transparency across the humanitarian sector. Aid mismanagement, long buried beneath bureaucratic layers, was being pulled into the light.And not everyone liked that.I stared at the screen in my office, reading the encrypted email again. No greeting. No signature. Just a statement:“Keep pushing and you’ll find yourself buried with your data.”Charming.Jeff leaned against the glass wall, arms folded. “We trace the IP?”“Routed through four countries. Proxy in Myanmar. This one was meant to rattle—not reveal.”He stayed silent for a moment, then said, “Are you rattled?”I turned to him. “Only because it means we’re getting close.”He gave me that slow nod of agreement he reserved for moments when he knew I wasn’t backing down. “Then we keep going.”But not everyone on the board agreed

Demi's POVI didn’t sleep that night.Even after everyone had cleared out from the summit gala and the glowing headlines buzzed across the media, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling of our Geneva apartment while Jeff snored softly beside me.My mind circled around a single phrase Elena Fischer had whispered to me just as she was leaving the venue:“There’s something you need to see. And it can’t wait.”By dawn, I was already at headquarters. The coffee hadn't kicked in, and my blouse still smelled faintly of perfume from the night before. Elena met me in the executive conference room, a thick file clutched in her hands. She closed the blinds before speaking.“We’ve been monitoring some irregularities,” she began, her voice low. “It started with donor database discrepancies. At first, we thought it was an internal glitch. But last night, we confirmed unauthorized access attempts—multiple.”My chest tightened. “Cyberattack?”“We don’t know for sure yet. It could be someone on the inside

The Parisian sun cast a golden hue over the Seine, its gentle warmth contrasting the cool breeze that danced through the city. After days of intense meetings and investigations, Jeff and I found ourselves with a rare afternoon free—a luxury we hadn't enjoyed in weeks."Let's escape," Jeff whispered, his eyes reflecting the shimmering river. "Just for a while."I nodded, grateful for the reprieve. We strolled hand in hand along the riverbank, the city's melodies accompanying our footsteps. Street musicians played soft tunes, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted from nearby cafés.We settled at a quaint bistro, its terrace overlooking the water. As we sipped on rich espresso, Jeff reached across the table, gently brushing a stray hair from my face."You've been carrying the weight of the world," he said softly. "Let me share the burden."I looked into his eyes, finding solace in their depth. "With you, it doesn't feel as heavy."He smiled, that familiar curve of his lips that alw

The morning after our Paris interlude, the first notes of a Swiss autumn greeted me through the airplane window—copper leaves drifting past in the sunrise. I rested my head against Jeff’s shoulder as we zipped through customs, our bodies still echoing the warmth of that candlelit night. In my heart, I carried the memory of that dance on the cobblestones—the way the world had fallen away, leaving only us.But real life always crept back.***Our joint arrival at the global office in New York was, as usual, dramatic. The building felt cavernous after the intimate streets of Paris, as though we’d stepped into someone else’s world. We walked in side by side, hands tightly clasped— a signal that although there were battles ahead, we were ready to stand together.“Good to have you both back,” Ava said, rushing toward us in the lobby. She looked energized but concerned. “We need to talk—Voss’s legal team just filed for a gag order, and there’s renewed donor scrutiny. They want statements by