All Chapters of Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MASON’S POVI slammed the car door shut and walked into the house, my jaw still tight with anger. She really left me.I felt her absence even more as I stepped into the bedroom. Her little picture frames… her throw pillows and makeup products, the hair clips, and her bathrobe… everything was gone. The emptiness sat on my chest like a weight, crushing me into dust. The room, though lit up, had never looked more dull. It was like she had never lived here. She must have been preparing for this for a long time.I sank into the armchair, staring at her side of the bed. The ghost of her presence clung to the room, mocking me. The silence was unbearable.With a frustrated growl, I grabbed my keys and left. I needed to talk to someone who could make sense of this mess.Chris.***“Florence initiated the divorce? No way,” Chris said, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re joking.”I ran a hand through my hair, pacing his living room. “It’s done. She made me sign the papers. She’s been dist

FLORENCE'S POVI stepped into the office, greeted by the usual hum of activity. The team was in full swing, preparing for Eternity’s upcoming fashion show. Fabrics draped over racks, interns rushed past with mood boards, and the sound of rapid-fire typing filled the air.It was typically an energy I enjoyed. The adrenaline rush, the focus, the excitement… but now I only felt drained. As eyes landed on me, whispers began. “She’s back?”“I thought she quit.”“Did Mason really dump her for Jade?”I ignored them and made my way to my desk, only to be intercepted by Blake.She leaned against my chair, arms crossed, lips curling into a smirk. “Well, hi there, nice of you to remember you still have a job!” I let out a slow breath. I wasn’t in the mood for this. “Good morning to you too, Blake.”“Why not stay a rich housewife? Oh, wait—” she dragged out the words mockingly, “you’re not one anymore.” She held out a folder, flicking it toward me like it was beneath her. “Here. Since you obvio

FLORENCE’S POVI debated calling him for nearly ten minutes.Mason and I were over. Completely done. But this wasn’t just about me. Someone had been following us, photographing us, and leaking personal details online. I didn’t care if the internet wanted to tear me apart. But if the photographer leaked my father’s location… I shook my head. I didn’t even want to imagine it. He had already been through so much in prison. I sighed and pressed Call.He picked up after three rings. His voice was stiff. Guarded.Hopeful?“Why are you calling me?”I ignored his tone and got straight to the point. “I was followed. Someone was taking photos of me—of us—and I managed to grab his camera before he got away.”A beat of silence. Then: “Where are you?”“Blackwood PR.”***I was still outside, seated on a bench, when 4 black SUVs pulled up to the entrance. It had only been 10 minutes. Mason stepped out, followed by his bodyguards. He made a beeline for me. “Are you hurt?” he asked. I shook my h

FLORENCE’S POVPick me up after work? Never, in all our years of marriage, had Mason waited to pick me up from anywhere. I went anywhere I wanted to go by driving myself or taking a taxi. Not that I went to many places. Mason never took me out, and I stayed at the mansion to save money to send to Marco for my father’s protection. Somehow, that felt like a simpler time than whatever was happening now. Now, everything just felt confusing. Why was Mason trying to play the good husband? AFTER we were already divorced? I didn’t bother hiding my irritation. “You don’t need to put on a show anymore. We’re done, remember?”His eyes flickered with something unreadable. “You need me.”I scoffed. “Excuse me?”“Well, if you didn’t, why did you call me after you got that camera?”I regretted that call more and more by the second.“Are you joking? I was trying to warn you that we were being watched and that some news about us might leak to the papers. I was trying to prepare you. So you can do

FLORENCE’S POVIt was past midnight. The fluorescent lights in the police station cast a cold, sterile glow over everything, making the moment feel even more surreal. And yet, the most surreal part wasn’t the fact that I was here or that Flynn had been caught.It was Mason, with Jade behind him, clinging to his arm as usual. As if she would stop breathing if she couldn’t touch him. Suddenly, I was grateful I hadn’t called him to pick me up. If he had shown up to my office with her, I might have lost my mind. I didn’t know why the thought stung. I had told myself I wouldn’t care anymore. And yet, here I was, feeling utterly ridiculous for having that brief flicker of hope when he offered to pick me up from work. I straightened, brushing off my exhaustion, my embarrassment, my heartache. “Sorry to disturb you both,” I said coolly. “I’ll update my emergency contact first thing tomorrow.”Mason ignored that completely. “I’m asking you again, Flo…” his voice was low. Concerned. Worried.