All Chapters of Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

FLORENCE’S POV“And that’s when he made me CEO,” I said, finishing my story with a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.Across the table, Mason blinked at me. His coffee had gone cold.He looked at me the way someone might look at a friend who just said they’d joined a cult. Equal parts admiration, suspicion, and pure confusion. “Wait, wait. Interim CEO? Of Blackwood?”I nodded, stirring my jasmine tea with a wooden stick because this café thought spoons were too mainstream.“Wow,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean… you deserve it. God knows you do. But with everything else going on with Raiden’s dad and the creepy, secretive meetings and this whole Verdantis mess…” He trailed off.“I know,” I said. “It’s a lot. And he still won’t tell me what’s going on. Which makes me think it’s even worse than I imagined.”Mason leaned forward, brow furrowed. “Honestly, this isn’t the time for you to stress about all that. You’ve got enough on your plate. Overthinking won’t

FLORENCE’S POV“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” I snapped the second I saw him, my voice louder than I’d intended, echoing in the quiet corridor outside my apartment.Daniel Lockwood leaned against my doorframe, arms crossed, looking perfectly unbothered in his navy shirt and those infuriatingly smug loafers. His smile didn’t reach his eyes.“Hello to you too, sunshine. What’s got you all grumpy? Mood swings? Hormones?”I blinked. “Excuse me?”He tilted his head, mock-innocent. “I mean, I’d be irritable too if I were under this much pressure. Interim CEO. Two men wrapped around your finger. Possibly carrying one of their children…” He gave a dramatic shrug. “Stressful stuff.”I stared at him, fury rising like a slow boil.“I know you have your guard downstairs,” he added, holding up his hands. “I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to talk.”My fists clenched. “I know Verdantis is your little puppet show. And you’re using it to drag the Whitehill name through the mud.”

MASON’S POVI should’ve been panicking. Should’ve been pulling at my hair, screaming into a pillow, throwing furniture across the room. But instead, I was… quiet.Still.Focused.Because right now, Florence needed me.And if I let myself think about Jade, even for a second—if I thought about that ring she was parading around like a prize, or her soft, trembling voice saying the words, “I’m pregnant, Mason,”—I’d lose my grip. I’d break. And I couldn’t afford that. Not now.So I sat across from Florence, nodding while she talked about her meeting with Raiden, her eyes lit up with that combination of curiosity and low-level panic she got whenever something didn’t add up. I wasn’t really listening.Not fully.Not the way she deserved.But I needed her to feel like I was.“And that’s when he made me CEO,” she finished with a wry twist of her mouth.She deserved it. Of course she did. But all I could think about was the stress. The long hours. The pressure.In her condition…She shouldn

JADE’S POVBeing pregnant and planning a wedding gives you… access.And access was everything.“Move in,” Melissa had said sweetly over tea, as if I were some poor orphan she was graciously adopting. “You shouldn’t be in that penthouse all alone in your condition. You need people around you. Family. A home.”Of course, she didn’t mean any of it. Not really. This was less about taking care of me and more about getting her son in line. And what better way to keep tabs on your prodigal son than by moving his ‘pregnant fiancée’ into the house?She fluttered around like a proud grandmother-to-be, her gaze always lingering too long on my belly like she was willing it to swell.She spoke as if it were all inevitable.“Mason will come around,” she said one morning while pouring me fresh orange juice. “He’s always been stubborn. But when he sees this little baby’s heartbeat on the scan? He’ll soften. I know my son.”I smiled politely, nodding, sipping the juice, and pretending not to think ab

FLORENCE’S POVMason picked me?The words repeated over and over, tormenting me in a vicious loop as I sat alone in my dimly lit apartment. Daniel had left barely ten minutes ago, but it felt like hours, his venomous words still echoing off the walls.Mason chose me?I stared at the ceiling, numb yet somehow painfully aware of everything at once. If Daniel was telling the truth—and he’d shown me the texts—then Mason had explicitly told him to release me. To save me. He’d chosen me over Jade. And yet—He still slept with her.What kind of sick, twisted mind game was this?I pulled my knees to my chest, wishing I could simply disappear. I wanted to vanish into a world where the men I trusted didn’t constantly pull the rug from under my feet.But Daniel could be lying, couldn’t he? Half-truths and manipulative outbursts were his signature. Maybe there was no pregnancy at all—maybe it was just another lie to screw up Mason’s life. I closed my eyes, pressing my fingers against my templ