Semua Bab My Billionaire Ex Begs: Return with Our Triplets: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Christine's P.O.V.No one had warned me how hard it would be to be a single mother to three little angels. The joy of winning my freedom faded quickly as my savings dwindled and job opportunities remained scarce. I thought that once I was far away from Elliot, I'd stop crying at night, but I was wrong. When my babies were asleep, I locked myself in the tiny bathroom of my cramped apartment—the only place I could afford—and cried. I cracked my knuckles, racked my brain, and tried to figure out how I would put food on the table the next day.Many times, I considered calling my damned ex-husband and asking for money for his children, but every time my fingers hovered over the dial button, my pride stopped me. That same pride kept me going, forcing me to survive without him. All it took was seeing his smug face plastered across magazine covers to remember why I hated him. His new status as a wealthy divorcé had made him the number one most eligible bachelor—desired, envied, and untou

Elliot's P.O.V.My knuckles were still raw from pummeling that bastard unconscious as I waited in the backseat of my Bugatti. My assistant was poised to enter the club if Christine didn't come out. If the owner or that waitress had failed to deliver my money and my instructions, they would regret it.I didn't have to wait long. Within five minutes, I saw her stepping out, now dressed in snug blue jeans and an oversized red flannel shirt. She looked thinner than before but stronger, her body shaped by the acrobatics she performed night after night. The toned curves that once hid beneath expensive dresses were now more pronounced, more… enticing. Just thinking about the way she had moved on that stage sent a wave of heat through me.Losing Christine hadn't seemed like a big deal at first, but as time passed, I found myself thinking of her more often—her emerald eyes, the fullness of her lips, and the silky cascade of her black hair. And with those thoughts came a hollow ache, a sense

Christine's P.O.V.I shook off his hand and stepped back, my eyes never leaving him."Why do you care? I don't owe you any explanations. You gave up on me and the kids a long time ago, remember? You promised never to look for me again, yet here you are, breaking that agreement."I tried to sound confident, even amused, but every word… hurt. Had I secretly longed for his return? Yes. I had waited all this time, hoping for him to humble himself, to beg, or at the very least, to offer an apology. But… despite the years, despite the wounds, despite everything… inside me, there was still that young girl who once looked at him with love and admiration. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't erase her completely. The only thing keeping me strong was my pride."Just take the check," he insisted, his voice as cold and emotionless as ever. "If you don't want to see me again, then fine. I'll open an account where I'll deposit a monthly sum, and you can contact my assistant whenever you need s

Elliot's P.O.V.In a sudden burst of courage, Christine straddled my lap, pressing the heat beneath her panties against my erection, still trapped beneath my pants. She was driving me insane. When I reached out to grab her waist and steal a kiss from those soft lips, she pulled back."No touching. That's the rule," she murmured against my parted lips, brushing her fingertips over them. "But I can touch you.""That doesn't seem fair…" I whispered desperately, starving for her."You know what's truly unfair?" she asked, continuing to grind against me, making me harder by the second. "That night when I put on my best perfume and found the prettiest, most provocative lingerie I could… I wrapped my virginity up in a pretty white lace bow just for you." She leaned in, her lips grazing my ear as she whispered, "I gave you my first time. I offered myself to you because I was completely in love with you. I thought it would be special. Do you remember?"I did. The house had been dimly lit

Christine's P.O.V.When I arrived at the university after dropping off my triplets at school, I immediately noticed the inquisitive stares from my classmates. I understood that some saw me as an oddity—being older than most students made me stand out, and their judgmental looks made that abundantly clear. You know the type—those people who acted like they had the perfect blueprint for life, always ready to criticize but never willing to help.I hated people who used their words to tear others down instead of taking responsibility for their own lives. But today… something was different. It wasn't just the usual critics whispering behind my back. It felt like the entire student body, even some professors, were regarding me with disdain.Confused, I walked into the classroom. It felt like one of those recurring nightmares where you showed up to school in your underwear without realizing it. But after discreetly pinching my arm, I confirmed that this was no dream. What the hell was goin