Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

FLORENCE’S POVOn the night of my husband’s birthday, I placed the cake I’d spent five hours making on the dining table, feeling a flicker of hope. Maybe this time would be different. Maybe he’d walk in, see the effort I’d put in, and smile—really smile—like he used to. Maybe, just for one night, we could be something close to happy.The front door beeped. My heart skipped, anticipation bubbling in my chest. I turned, ready to greet him.Just as Mason spotted the cake, his face turned sour. “Didn’t I tell you not to do this?” he sighed, “I have a jet waiting to take me to Chicago right now.” Even tired from his long day, he looked handsome in his tailor-made designer suit, like the wealthy, powerful CEO he was. I took the cake plate in my hands and went up to him, a big smile on my face. But he didn’t look as happy to see me. “Just take one bite of the cake,” I begged. “It’s your favorite, and I made it myself!” He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Florence, I only

FLORENCE’S POVFor eight years, I had laid flowers on Jade’s gravestone on the anniversary of her death. But clear as day, I saw her on my screen, flirting with my husband and snuggling up to him while he laughed. I watched him as he looked at her with a smile he hadn’t given me throughout our marriage, and my heart sank. The illusion—my game of house—was shattered. My world spun around me as I tried to make sense of the situation. Was this woman really Jade? If that really was Jade, my “best friend” had some explaining to do. Where had she been all this time? How did she survive? And Mason. If Jade was truly alive, he would definitely toss me aside, just like he always did when we were kids, just like today.A fresh batch of tears stung my eyes when an uglier thought crept in: what about my father? If Mason left me, I wouldn’t be able to ensure my father’s safety in prison.I glanced around at my belongings, realizing how difficult it would be to scrape together the money for Mar

FLORENCE’S POV“What…”I stared at Jade, my mind struggling to process what had just happened.She didn’t know me?She didn’t know me?The words rattled in my head, loud and hollow, echoing off the walls of my skull.Jade simply got up and left the studio with her entourage, leaving me standing there like I was nothing.I should have followed her. Demanded an explanation. Asked why, after eight years, she was acting like I was a complete stranger.But I didn’t.Instead, I stood frozen, my feet glued to the messy, wire-and-tape-ridden floor. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.***Later that evening, Blake suggested a team dinner at La Ritz downtown. A flashy, expensive place that I definitely couldn’t manage without Mason’s allowance. I still had a bit left on the debit card, and if I stuck to the cheap wine and appetizers, I’d be okay. I hadn’t been to a fancy restaurant in years—a weird confession for the wife of a billionaire to make. It felt nice. But I had a feeling the evening w

FLORENCE’S POVI stared at Mason, my pulse pounding in my ears.“I don’t remember anything from that time,” I said. But his jaw clenched, his eyes burned into mine. He didn’t believe me. “So Jade loses her memory… and now you lose yours? Isn’t that convenient.” His words cut through me like glass. “Do you really take me for a fool?” “Whitehill, that’s enough,” Raiden said calmly. “She has no reason to lie. Leave her alone.” Mason didn’t even spare him a glance. He continued looking at me as he said, “And who is this little knight in shining armor? Your new benefactor?” “Mason…” I started. “Tell me why you felt the need to get a job when I take care of your every need,” he said. “Why my wife is accepting money from random men.”I froze. “Whitehill, enough. She needs to lie down.” “What the hell do you care?” “Someone has to.” Mason didn’t like the subtle accusation. The two men glared at each other, breathing heavily. Mason finally dropped my arm, and I knew what was coming…

MASON’S POVI stiffened. Jade hadn’t even been back in public for a week, and she was being targeted already? Why? I decided to shift the topic. “Was anything taken?” “Yes…” “What?” She swallowed, looking genuinely shaken. “A design draft for the dress I was supposed to wear to the upcoming fashion show next month. You know… for Urbanite’s big event.”For a moment, I exhaled. It was just a draft, not even a finished piece. “Jade, that’s not exactly—”“But someone came in here looking for it!” she interrupted, her voice urgent. “It means someone wanted to sabotage the show.”“That doesn’t make sense. If this was about you, they would’ve taken something way more valuable—jewelry, personal belongings, money. But they didn’t. Which means…”“This isn’t about me,” she finished.I nodded. “This was meant to send me a message.”Jade bit her lip, hesitating. “Mason… there’s something else.”I raised a brow.“A few days ago, I got a call from Lockwood International. They asked me to reconsi