All Chapters of My Billionaire Ex-husband Won't Call It Quit: Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

Manhattan Safehouse – 2:47 AM The window alarm didn't trigger. The motion sensors stayed dark. The silent pressure plates beneath the imported Persian rug registered no intrusion. The thermal cameras mounted discreetly in the crown molding detected no heat signature beyond the expected patterns.But I woke anyway—to the scent of bergamot and betrayal.Michael stood at the foot of my bed, a silhouette against the Manhattan skyline visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. The city lights behind him created a halo effect that was grimly appropriate—Michael had always cast himself as the avenging angel in his own narrative, the righteous force bringing judgment to those who defied him."You forgot," he whispered, his voice carrying that familiar blend of smug satisfaction and menace that had once made boardrooms fall silent, "I taught you how to disable every security system you own."He had. In the early days of our marriage, when I had still mistaken his controll

Coleman Corp Headquarters – Dawn Flames licked the skyline as firefighters hosed down the ruins of Michael's empire, their water arcs catching the first light of dawn and fracturing it into ephemeral rainbows above the destruction. The acrid smell of burnt plastic and melted wiring carried on the cold morning air, mixing with the steam rising from the overheated structure. From where I stood across the street, the Coleman Corp logo—once illuminated in blue neon fifty stories above Manhattan—was now a blackened skeleton against the lightening sky.Reporters swarmed behind the police barriers, their satellite vans creating a secondary perimeter, their cameras and microphones thrust toward anyone who might have information. Their headlines were already writing themselves, scrolling across the bottom of live broadcasts on the screens visible through the media vans' open doors:ARSON SUSPECTED IN COLEMAN CORP INFERNO – INSIDERS CLAIM "REVENGE"I stood on the periphery, Griffin's hand clu

Outside the Courthouse – 11:47 AM The October sun cast long shadows across the courthouse steps, but none as dark as the black Mercedes sedan idling at the curb. Its engine purred like a waiting predator, patient and menacing against the backdrop of victory cheers and reporter questions that followed us from the building. I kept my eyes forward, chin high—the pose I'd perfected for cameras since taking over Lane International—but I felt the weight of that car's presence like a physical touch.Griffin's fingers tightened around mine, his sixteen-year-old hand now nearly as large as my own. He'd grown so much in the two years since choosing to leave his father's house. The transformation from the withdrawn, frightened boy who'd appeared at my door with a duffel bag and his coding manuals to this tall, observant young man still amazed me. But now I felt his composure waver, sensed the childhood fears resurface as the sedan's tinted window rolled down another inch—just enough to reveal