All Chapters of My Billionaire Ex Begs: Return with Our Triplets: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Darius's P.O.V.Christine stared at me, and I could see the regret in her eyes—regret for the night she had spent with Elliot.“What about the list?”“What list?” I genuinely couldn’t recall anything of the sort.“Delaney told me you sleep with every woman you help get into Serena as a model,” she snapped, clinging to what little pride she had left.“Do you realize who told you that?” I asked, deeply offended. I was already plotting how I’d get back at that insipid blonde. “She’s been trying to get with me for years, and I’ve always turned her down. I’m not into casual flings—I want something real. I bruised her ego, and you’re not the first person she’s tried to poison with lies.”I took a breath, watching her closely.“Tell me—have I ever acted like that kind of man?”I had her now. Her eyes were still cautious, but the doubt was cracking. I was winning her back. I could feel it.“What about… the drink?” she asked quietly. The suspicion in her voice only fueled my pride in h

Christine's P.O.V.“I hope that makes things clear, once and for all. Just give up already.” I took a step back, guilt gnawing at me for what I’d said. Back when Elliot and I had first separated, I enjoyed being cruel to him. But after the night we had shared… not so much.God. Of course, I remembered everything. And just thinking about it made me want to cry. I’d honestly believed he loved me, but the cash on the nightstand said otherwise.“Keep your money,” I said, my voice trembling with emotion. “If you wanted to throw my past at me—my time in that nightclub—you won’t get away with it. Leaving that money there was the lowest thing you could’ve done.”His face twisted in shock, like he had no idea what I was talking about. I didn’t give him a chance to respond—I refused to play his game.I walked straight to Serena and hugged my babies tightly. Then, I noticed a little boy watching us with wide eyes, his head tilted curiously, like he’d never seen what love between a mother and

Elliot's P.O.V.Ever since I left Paris, I couldn’t stop replaying that damn note Christine had left on the nightstand. The more I thought about it, the worse the headache got. Something wasn’t right. It reeked of a setup—a dirty, well-crafted trap. And it didn’t take a genius to point fingers at Darius. He was the only one capable of poisoning her against me.Not that I was blameless. I’d made enough mistakes on my own, but Darius had certainly made things worse.What was I supposed to do? Every time I tried to get close, Christine lashed out like a cornered cat—claws bared and ready to bite, no matter how pure my intentions. How could I convince her I wasn’t the same man she had once married? I was desperate to win her back before she truly forgot me.Sometimes, I thought maybe I should just let her go. Some part of me knew that clinging to her would only break me further. But unlike Yvette and every other woman I’d known, staying away from Christine made me feel hollow. It physi

Christine's P.O.V.There was a school event coming up, and I needed to clear my schedule to attend with my kids, but with the mountain of work piling up, I had no idea how I was going to manage it. Transitioning from lead model and designer to the owner of the company had been more than just a promotion—it was overwhelming.I wasn’t trying to justify it, but… I was starting to understand Elliot’s frequent absences a little more. I used to think he avoided me on purpose, that he simply didn’t want to be around me. But now, I questioned how he could stay locked in his office all day. I used to believe that as the boss, he could delegate everything. That he didn’t have to be involved in every detail. I’d been so wrong.This kind of job consumed you whole.My head throbbed. I hadn’t had breakfast, and I had barely slept. I was up early, running on empty, and now I was here, shuffling through the lobby with a stack of papers in one hand, my purse on my shoulder, and a suitcase full of f

Christine's P.O.V.“Of course I’m proud of you. And fascinated,” Elliot said, his voice low as he reached out and playfully pinched my chin. My breath caught. “I don’t miss a single one of your runway shows.”“Sounds like something a stalker would say…” My voice cracked just as he leaned closer.“Maybe I am,” he murmured, his breath brushing against my lips. My knees almost gave out. “Are you going to destroy me in the media too?”“You’ve already seen how good I am at tearing down arrogant men…” I tried to sound threatening, but instead, I felt small and vulnerable. His face was so close, and I wasn’t sure I had the will to resist. Would it be so wrong to let him kiss me and then pretend I didn’t want it?“Then do it,” he whispered. “Break me, Christine. In whatever way you like.”I couldn’t tell if he was flirting or mocking me, but either way, my heart didn’t seem to care. I started to close my eyes, my lips parting just slightly, unconsciously leaning toward him... until I hea