All Chapters of Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

MASON’S POVI wasn’t in the mood for anything when I got home—not for conversation, not for food, and definitely not for fake smiles. Work had been hell. Half the team at Rising Row didn’t show up to the concept review, and the supplier in Milan decided to “pause” our collaboration due to unnamed financial irregularities.The second I walked into the house, I knew something was off. There was this… tension in the air. Not the usual, passive-aggressive family tension. This was sharper. Like glass waiting to be stepped on.I loosened my tie, tossed my keys into the tray, and stepped toward the hallway.That’s when I saw her.Jade.Sitting in the backyard, facing the pool. A glass of red wine in hand.I froze.Then stormed forward. “What the hell are you doing?”She didn’t even flinch. Just swirled the wine lazily, like it was juice.“You’ve lost your mind,” I snapped, snatching the glass away. “You’re drinking? Are you insane? You’re pregnant!”She looked at me over the rim of the glas

MASON’S POVDaniel strode through the front doors as though he owned them. His shoulders were pulled back, chin raised just high enough to show us all he’d never once looked up at another person in his life. The four men flanking him—huge, stone-faced, silent—moved in perfect sync, and suddenly our spacious foyer felt crowded. Suffocating.My father’s face turned pale—ghost-white, as if he’d just been punched in the gut. Beside him, my mother collapsed onto the couch like her knees had given way.“Dad?” Clarke muttered, the question hanging in the air like smoke.The silence was deafening. My father’s chest rose and fell rapidly. I watched his hands curl into fists, knuckles white as he clenched and unclenched them repeatedly.“Daniel,” he finally said, voice tight. “You don’t belong here.”Daniel’s smile didn’t waver. He didn’t even blink.“Funny, Howard,” Daniel replied, intentionally using my father’s first name with the sharpness of a blade. “I don’t recall you being particularl

FLORENCE’S POV“That’s impossible,” I said. I hoped Daniel couldn’t see how shaken I was. It was absurd. Why would Serena sabotage her future family’s empire?“Impossible?” Daniel echoed with a sarcastic twist in his voice. “Why?”“Because it makes no sense,” I replied firmly. “What interest would Serena have in exposing the Whitehills’ failures? She’s about to marry into their fortune, their name—why ruin that?”Daniel leaned back comfortably in the chair, his eyes dancing with amusement, clearly enjoying my confusion.“Oh, Florence…” he drawled slowly, savoring every word. “You’re overthinking it. Sometimes, love is love!”I laughed out loud, incredulous. “Love? Are you seriously trying to convince me Serena Montclair is in love with Jason?”“You know about their affair, don’t you?” Daniel asked casually, as if we were discussing the weather.I shook my head. “Please. Jason is just a young boy with a crush, and Serena enjoys playing power games. That’s not love.”He cocked his head

MASON’S POVThe house had transformed overnight. It was no longer the silent mansion I’d grown up in, but a fortress. Guards stood at every corner, staring silently ahead, alert and wary. Our once-beautiful windows were now shielded with heavy curtains, permanently drawn shut. The sunny corridors had become dark tunnels, echoing with tension.Every new day seemed to bring another disaster—another scandal, another leaked secret, another humiliation splashed across every screen and newspaper in town. My father’s name had become synonymous with scandal, fraud, and betrayal. But what seemed to cut him deepest was that my mother’s obsession with Aliston Hart was now the favorite topic of gossip.I found him pacing back and forth in the living room. His hands were clasped behind his back, knuckles white, face etched with stress and fury. My mother sat silently in the corner, holding a glass of wine she’d barely touched. Clarke was standing at the far end of the room, his arms folded acr

MASON’S POVThe police were led in by one of our security guards. I watched from the bar, frozen in place, as they poured through the doors like a tidal wave in uniforms and bulletproof vests.Before I could react, my phone buzzed in my pocket.Florence: WHITEHILL HOUSE. DANIEL UNSTABLE.What?My eyes darted to the living room and the garden beyond it. The cops hadn’t drawn weapons, but their presence filled the space like fog. My father was already mid-tantrum, and my mother trembled in her couch.Was Daniel here?“Mr. Whitehill,” one of the officers began firmly, “we’re here to carry out a formal arrest. The evidence against you and your wife has been reviewed by the district prosecutor.”My father’s eyes flashed with fury. “What evidence? This is a setup. Fabricated by someone with a personal vendetta. You think I don’t know how easy it is to fake a spreadsheet?”Another officer stepped forward. “Your bank records, shell companies, and transaction trails say otherwise.”He scoffed