Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Billionaire Ex Begs: Return with Our Triplets: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Christine's P.O.V.Seated before the crackling fire, I lifted my half-filled glass. I had lost count of how many I'd had while the grand feast I had prepared sat untouched, growing cold on the dining table. I tried to smile, but my eyes brimmed with tears, and a wretched lump in my throat made breathing difficult. Only the alcohol dulled the bitterness of this anniversary night.I wasn't even sure why I had bothered making dinner. Just like last year, I would eat alone. I had married young, full of dreams, to a man who was older, attractive, and—so I had believed—would learn to love me in time.I had been a good wife. Thoughtful, sweet… I put in effort, no matter how small, just to win his heart. God knows how hard I tried—for just one smile. But nothing I did was ever enough.On this day every year, I remembered the first thing I had told my husband when we entered this house which was supposed to be our home. I had still been in my wedding dress when he retreated to his study wit

Christine's P.O.V.Our marriage wasn't just a failure—it had been arranged by our parents long before I even knew I would marry Elliot. I had heard of him for years, and, embarrassingly, I had admired him. Not just because he looked like something out of an action movie with his towering height, broad shoulders, and the perfect balance of sharp and refined features, but because I had been fascinated by the idea of marrying a man as intelligent as him, someone capable of running such a vast empire.I had feared I wouldn't be enough for him.And I was right. At least, not for him. But if there was one thing I knew for certain, it was that I had never stopped trying—I had always shown him my heart and my determination.My first attempt to leave him, the first real wound to my heart, came when I discovered there was already another woman in his heart. He kept photos and mementos—things he would take out whenever he felt nostalgic. Yvette. The only woman who could turn that cold, emotio

Christine's P.O.V."Sometimes, when someone abandons us, the longer they're gone, the more our mind plays tricks on us," Robert said, his voice heavy with nostalgia. "We start to forget all the bad things and miss them for the little kindness they once showed."I knew exactly who he was talking about—that vile woman, Yvette."Elliot thinks she was the best thing that ever happened to him because he doesn't remember all the damage she caused," Robert continued. "The more I tried to keep him away from that woman, the more he clung to her. Sometimes, I wonder if I made a mistake.""Please, don't think about that," I murmured, holding his warm hand between mine."I can't help it. Because in the process, I ruined your life too." His eyes glistened with unshed tears, his pain raw.I forced a gentle smile and shook my head."You gave me a good husband, a brilliant man who gave me three beautiful children. How can you say that? Everything is—""Don't divorce him."My lies hadn't been

Christine's P.O.V."While you were out celebrating your newfound fatherhood with Yvette, your own father's condition worsened," I said, my voice devoid of emotion. Empty. Broken. Corrupted. The way Elliot's gaze darkened told me he had noticed the change in me too. "I wasn't surprised that you abandoned me for Yvette—I've long since grown used to that. But turning your back on your own father for her? I never thought you could be that selfish. After all, he was always good to you. Unlike you, he actually had a heart."His jaw tightened. He swallowed his rage, just as he always did, keeping himself in check. He never wanted me to have a piece of him—not his love, not even his anger."I don't know what you're talking about. Yvette and I—""You don't?" I scoffed, scrolling through my phone. "That's surprising. Your little outing was all over the news."I held up my phone, swiping through the images of his betrayal."Let me find the video of you discovering you're a father. That was

Elliot's P.O.V."Mr. Manning." Christine greeted me as if I were a complete stranger, her voice calm and detached. Then, she turned her attention to Yvette, who clung possessively to my arm. "Mrs. Manning. My sincerest condolences.""I hope your presence here is brief," Yvette interrupted, feigning politeness. "Surely, you understand that you're no longer welcome in this circle."Christine let out a soft, amused chuckle, almost as if Yvette's attitude was nothing more than a mild inconvenience."I know, Mrs. Manning.""Stop calling her that," I snapped, shaking Yvette's hand off my arm. "I told you—I don't want a scene. Not here. Not today.""I'm not here to cause a scene," Christine said smoothly. "I'm simply paying my respects to the only woman who's ever truly mattered to you. I don't see why that bothers you." A sardonic smile played on her lips, though I could see the tightness in her jaw. She was angry, but she hid it well. "I only came to say goodbye to an old friend. Afte