All Chapters of Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

FLORENCE’S POV“What the hell is he talking about?” Annalise turned to me so fast she nearly dropped the phone.Rosa and Blake, on the other hand, were positively glowing.“You’re having Raiden’s baby?” Blake practically squealed. “Florence! That’s huge!”“I knew it,” Rosa muttered with a grin, smacking the table. “I knew something was going on with you two! I could feel it!”“Wait—are you serious?” Annalise gaped at me. “You didn’t tell me? Me?! Your unpaid therapist-slash-best friend-slash-future babysitter?!”All three of them were now talking over each other, the sound of their overlapping voices melting into the busy street noises outside our car. And then there was Clarke.“Wait—are you saying I’ve been on speaker this whole time?” he suddenly cut in, his voice sharpening.“Oh my god,” I muttered. “Guys, stop—stop talking—” I tried, but they weren’t listening.“I knew it from the moment you started glowing—”“Wait, but you just had wine in the bistro!”“Wait till I tell Raiden h

MASON’S POVThe moment I walked into the house, Jade descended on me like a fluttering butterfly, a wide-eyed expression of hope and excitement on her face.“Hi, Mason!” Her voice had a carefully rehearsed sweetness. “I’ve been waiting for you all day.”I forced a smile, hoping it didn’t look as strained as it felt. “Hi, Jade.”She linked her arm through mine before I could take two steps toward the stairs. “Come, you have to see some nursery ideas. I’ve narrowed it down to two—celestial stars or enchanted forest. Personally, I think the stars would be so much more sophisticated, don’t you?”I felt a vague ache in my temple but nodded anyway. “Sure, Jade, whatever you like.”She frowned, sensing my detachment. “Mason, it’s your baby, too. I want your input.”“I know,” I sighed, rubbing my eyes. “But you have better taste than me. Pick what makes you happy.”She hesitated, and for a second, something flickered in her eyes—an uncertainty or maybe even a suspicion—but then it vanished be

RAIDEN’S POVThe house had been… unnervingly peaceful. Joy had been… soft.She’d been humming.Not loudly, not even consistently. But occasionally, I’d catch the sound as I walked down the hallway—her voice, low and tuneless, trailing some old melody while she picked flowers from the garden or stood at the kitchen counter making tea. She was even redecorating. First, the guest washroom got new towels and diffuser sticks. Then the old portraits in the hallway were swapped for abstract art I didn’t recognize. Last week, she had an entire marble basin fitted in the powder room, saying it would add “texture and luxury.”If she weren’t so terrifyingly persistent, I’d almost call her domestic.That morning, I found myself sitting in the garden, the one patch of this house untouched by drama. The hedges were trimmed, the jasmine vines in bloom. A bit of peace in a world that felt like it was about to collapse at any second.I was halfway through replying to an email when Hope plopped hers

JADE’S POVThe house was too quiet at night. Even the walls felt like they were listening.I’d timed it perfectly. Serena was out at some spa appointment, and Mason was locked in his room, avoiding everyone like a brooding anti-hero. The staff retired early, and the guards rarely came near the east wing once the clock hit ten. Which meant I had twenty, maybe thirty minutes max.I slipped inside Howard’s office and shut the door behind me, pressing my back to the polished wood like I was waiting to be shot.No footsteps. No shadows under the door.I exhaled and walked straight to the desk.The computer screen flickered to life with the touch of a key.Still password-locked.I tried everything I remembered: birthdays, middle names, company initials, even “Mason123” because Howard didn’t strike me as very creative.Nothing.“Come on…” I hissed, glancing over my shoulder.And then I remembered what Daniel said a few months ago, in that condescending way he loved so much.“Security system

FLORENCE’S POVMelissa Whitehill.Of all the names my father could’ve spoken, hers was the very last I expected to hear. Melissa was someone I'd known for years, yet never felt I understood. To me, she'd always seemed like a woman floating just on the edges—glass of wine in one hand, pill bottle hidden somewhere discreet, eyes glazed with quiet indifference. I’d watched her drift from party to party, chasing status with the kind of careless hunger that made me uneasy. Even her presence around her sons seemed distant, detached—like they were accessories she wore but never truly wanted.Not a good person, but technically, harmless. Or so I’d thought.Harmless was the last word I’d use now.My father’s words echoed in my mind as the taxi pulled out of the hospital driveway. Rain tapped softly against the car window, blurring the streetlights into hazy circles of gold and white.“It was Melissa, Florence. It’s always been Melissa.”He had spoken quietly, exhausted by the truth. I reme