Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Billionaire Ex-husband Won't Call It Quit: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Alex POV“No, no, no…” I laughed hysterically as I watched the sad look on my doctor's face as she delivered the news. “It’s impossible, doctor. It just can't.” I told her, trying hard not to believe her words.Clutching my now empty stomach, I shook my head trying to block out her words. ‘I'm so sorry, Mrs. Coleman. We did everything we could.’ she'd just say. “Mrs. Coleman,” she began. “I'm sorr–”“No, don't tell me one of those sentimental bullshit because I refuse to believe your lies, I felt her k…kick this morning!” My voice cracked. “He was right there. My little baby boy was right here, IN HERE!” I pointed to my stomach. The nurse poked her head in from behind the doctor. “Do you need anything Mrs. Coleman?”“I need my baby!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, throwing her a pillow from where I sat. “Bring my baby to me. P…please.” “I'm sorry but he's gone.” She said. A guttural scream tore out from my throat as I collapsed on the bed, my body shaking with uncontrollable s

Alex POV I had slept in the garden for the night. I wasn't sure when I just dozed off but it was the best sleep ever. Even better than anything the Manor could offer. Although it was plagued with the words of Michael, and Maria, yet it was still peaceful and great. Brushing off leaves from my clothes, I made my way back to the Manor, hoping to pack my things before anyone woke up.But when I opened the door to my room, Margaret was there, tears streaming down her wrinkled face."Oh, Mrs. Coleman..." she rushed towards me. "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry...""Margaret-""I should have told you," she sobbed, wringing her hands. "About Mr. Coleman and... and that woman. But I thought... I thought if you knew while in the hospital..."I pulled the elderly woman into a hug. "It's okay, Margaret. You were protecting me.""I saw everything," she whispered. "For the past few days, I watched that snake slither her way into this house. Into your marriage. The way she'd come when you were awa

Five Years LaterAlex POV"And with these projections, we estimate a 35% increase in revenue by the fourth quarter," I concluded, clicking to the final slide of my presentation.There was silence in the boardroom of Lane International's New York headquarters. Twenty pairs of eyes looked at the data on the screen, some narrowing in calculation, others expanding in amazement."These numbers from Hong Kong," Thomas Bennett, one of the senior board members, leaned forward. "They're impressive, Ms. Lane. Your branch has outperformed every projection we had."I allowed myself a small smile. I'd dropped the Coleman name the day I left for Hong Kong, reclaiming my maiden name along with my identity. "Thank you, Mr. Bennett. My team deserves most of the credit.""Don't be modest," Alyssa Li, our CFO, interjected. "The Hong Kong transformation has your fingerprints all over it. Which is why we're all eager to hear your proposal for the US expansion.""Before we move to that," Richard Maxwell, a

Michael POV Morning light cut across my desk, warming the mahogany surface I'd been staring at since dawn. Below my window, New York stirred to life, car horns, voices, the pulse of the city I'd always called home. And yet my so-called home is starting to crumble before my very eyes with my company, my sweat and everything going down the drain. I traced my finger along the edge of the manila folder in front of me. Another quarter, another loss. The numbers told a story I didn't want to read - our Hong Kong market share dropping month after month, each percentage point a wound inflicted by Lane fucking International. The thought of that name pisses me off beyond normal, but as much as they are poison to us, they are also an antidote to get to the point we need, however, they keep tuning down our request for a meeting without a reason and I'm getting tired. Like what do they want? My company is dying every second I'm here doing nothing but my patience is thinning rather fa

Alex POVThe atmosphere in the seminar hall crackled with possibility—bright LED lights casting a crisp glow over the sleek mahogany tables arranged in a horseshoe formation for breakout sessions. Two hundred pairs of eyes fixed on me as I wrapped up my talk on disruptive innovation and sustainable entrepreneurship. The space hummed with the energy of young minds eager to reshape the world, their notebooks filled with hastily scribbled ideas and dreams too big for their pages. I thrived here, drawing strength from their raw ambition and unfiltered enthusiasm. This was my element now—inspiring change, not playing trophy wife at cocktail parties.Then the double doors burst open with a crack that felt like a gunshot.The unmistakable rhythm of Italian leather shoes striking marble flooring echoed across the room—a sound I hadn't heard in five years but would recognize anywhere. My heart stumbled over its next beat, but my expression remained fixed in a practiced smile, the kind that had