Semua Bab My Billionaire Ex Begs: Return with Our Triplets: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Christine's P.O.V."What are you talking about?" Elliot frowned as he stepped back. His expression was the same one you'd give a cockroach crawling up your curtain."You did this! You ruined me!" I shouted furiously as I pulled my phone from my pocket and shoved it in his face. He needed to see what his reckless actions had caused. I was sure he had orchestrated this entire mess to put me at a disadvantage.He took my phone, scrolling through each post with an infuriating calmness. Then, to my shock, he smirked and let out an amused exhale. Did he think this was a joke?! I snatched my phone back and shoved him hard in the chest, but he didn't budge an inch."You ruined me…" I repeated, but this time, my voice was laced with raw disappointment rather than rage. "Do you want to see me completely destroyed? What did I ever do to you?! Why are you doing this to me?!" Desperation clawed at my throat, making my words tremble. "I tried to be a good wife. I learned how to cook your favorit

Elliot's P.O.V.From my car, I watched as children rushed out to meet their parents. But my son—my poor boy—stood there with that hollow look in his eyes, not expecting anyone to come for him. My fingers curled into fists on the steering wheel, my jaw tightening as the scene unfolded.Just as I was about to step out of the car, a sleek Maserati pulled into my line of sight. I barely glanced at the man who stepped out as my attention was solely on her.It was Christine.I never considered myself a jealous man, but I wasn't a fool either. The way that bastard looked at my woman had my blood boiling. His eyes weren't filled with casual interest—they were filled with admiration, with something deeper. I knew that look. I had worn that look before. He was in love with her. And Christine… she wasn't pushing him away.Was he the reason she had no interest in coming back to me?Then, something even worse happened. My children ran up to him, thrilled to see him. They looked… happy.My gr

Christine's P.O.V.I asked Jemma to watch over my boys while they slept, insisting that I just needed some air and wouldn't go far. She eyed me suspiciously but didn't ask any questions.After walking a few blocks, I hailed a taxi. Just saying the address out loud felt like a betrayal of my own pride. The entire ride, I turned over my conversation with Jemma in my head, ignoring Rennard's incessant messages. He seemed desperate for a response.I had made up my mind. If there was even a chance that I could be with Elliot again, I was going to take it.The car rolled to a stop in front of the house I had once called home. If I was truly going to try again with him, one of my conditions would be a new house—there was no way I could live here again, surrounded by ghosts of the past.Stepping out of the taxi, my legs trembled, but I held my head high, biting my lip to keep myself steady. I knocked three times, and from the corner of my eye, I saw the curtains shift—someone was peeking

Christine's P.O.V.I didn't cry myself into oblivion. I didn't collapse on the café table and beg the heavens to stop playing with my heart. I just sat there, staring out the window while silent tears slipped down my cheeks. No sobs, no whimpers—just a heavy, suffocating silence.I lifted my gaze toward the overcast sky, and it seemed like it was about to rain."When I was little, my grandmother told me that one day, a man would come along and light up the stars for me," I murmured. Darius sat across from me, his hands wrapped around his coffee cup, his eyes fixed on me silently. "When I married Elliot… I thought he was the one. But all he did was set fire to my world and burn me down to the bone."After hearing me break down in the taxi, Darius had suggested we meet at a nearby café. He had arrived first, and as soon as I stepped out of the car, he had rushed to pay the fare before pulling me into a protective embrace. However, his warmth didn't reach me. It didn't seep into my sk

Darius Rennard's P.O.V.I stepped into my apartment, the once cold and lifeless space now transformed ever since Christine and the kids had moved in. Convincing her to stay hadn't been easy—her trust in men was nearly non-existent after everything she'd been through.The first time Christine had walked into my classroom, she had been impossible to ignore. She seemed lost and vulnerable yet undeniably beautiful. I had been surprised to learn she already had three children, and even more so when I discovered they were triplets. They were well-mannered, bright kids—sometimes more attentive than my own students.Still, one thing weighed heavily on my conscience—I had known for a long time about Christine's job at the club. The truth was, I had spent many nights there, watching her from the shadows. I always sat in a secluded corner with the perfect view of the stage, and when her set ended, I left. I had no interest in anyone else.At first, I convinced myself it was just curiosity. Ma