All Chapters of The Rise of the Betrayed Billionaire's Ex-Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The atmosphere in the café was warm. Elena sat with Nathan and her three daughters, enjoying a lunch full of laughter. Olivia, Katty, and Delya looked so comfortable around Nathan, as if they had gained the affection of a father. However, the warmth suddenly faded when a middle-aged woman with an elegant appearance entered the café. Her sharp eyes swept the room until they stopped on Nathan. Her face hardened when she saw her son sitting with Elena and her children. Nathan, recognizing his mother's presence, immediately stood up. "Mom," he greeted in a flat tone. Mrs. Sonia approached, her gaze coldly fixed on Elena and her three daughters. "Nathan, who is that woman?" she asked sternly. Elena felt awkward and quickly stood up, trying to smile politely. "Good afternoon, ma'am. I am Elena, and these are my daughters, Olivia, Katty, and Delya." Mrs. Sonia ignored the introduction and looked back at Nathan. "I need to talk to you, Nathan. Now." Nathan sighed, then turned to Elena. "

34 The sound of heavy rain hitting the building's glass had been audible since the afternoon. The street lights slowly lit up as the sky grew darker. Elena tucked her drawing tools into her folder, took a deep breath, and stared out the office window filled with the shadows of raindrops. What a day, she thought. But all the designs were done, all the revisions had been sent, nothing else was pending. "Miss Elena, you’re not heading home yet?" asked Mila, wearing a light raincoat and carrying an umbrella. Elena stood up and straightened her bag. "Waiting for a taxi." Mila glanced outside. "It's raining really hard. I'll wait in the lobby instead." Elena just smiled. After Mila said goodbye, Elena walked down to the lobby. Her shoes were wet from the puddles on the front steps. Her hair was starting to get damp, even though she hadn’t really stepped out from under the canopy roof. Elena stood on the sidewalk, trying to order a taxi through the phone app. But everything was marked

Chapter 36 The next day. Dusk had fallen and the sky was beginning to turn red on the western horizon when Elena received a message from Tamara. She was sitting in the living room of her modest apartment, staring at her phone screen with a face full of emotion and an irrepressible smile. [Tamara] Elena, you won't believe it! Our new partners have made their payments, and the amount is way beyond expectations, Tamara wrote with a big smile emoji. Elena took a deep breath, feeling both proud and relieved. [Really, Tamara? I didn't expect the results to be this great. All the hard work has finally paid off.] It didn't take long for Tamara to reply. [Yes, Elena. All the transactions have been completed. Now, you've also completed the tasks at Mr. Nathan's company perfectly.] Elena smiled a little while rubbing her cheeks. [Yes, it's true. I think it's time for me to move forward and turn over a new leaf.] Elena put down her cell phone and stood near the large window overlooking the

Chapter 38 The international airport was crowded that afternoon, as usual. People passed by, welcoming families or rushing to catch their flights. However, among the crowd, a long-haired woman with sunglasses stepped gracefully, accompanied by four children. Behind her glasses, Elena’s eyes scanned the surroundings, breathing in the air she had missed so much. “Is this where you used to live, Mommy?” asked Alva, the soon-to-be five-year-old boy, clasping his mother’s hand. Elena looked down and smiled, gently touching Alva’s head. “Yes, sweetheart. Mommy and your three older sisters used to live here.” “Wow, I didn’t expect this. I’m coming back to this town,” exclaimed Olivia, now a teenager, her face looking more and more like Elena’s. Katty and Delya were busy looking at the tall buildings outside the airport. Their faces were full of excitement. “Everything looks different,” said Katty. “I was only three years old at the time, so I didn’t really know the city,” Delya added.

For the past two months, David, the only son of Damian and Isabella, has been hospitalized in the ICU of a renowned Swiss hospital. The five-year-old boy, once born full of hope and luxury, was now battling leukemia. "Damian, David has a fever again," Isabella's voice was soft in front of the ICU room. Her hair, which had always been in order, was now pulled into a makeshift bun. Her face was pale, her eyes puffy. Damian stood next to her, wearing a black but rumpled suit. Her eyes had never really closed in the last two months. "I told them not to stop the chemotherapy even though his body is weak," he muttered, more to himself. "David is not strong, Damian... his little body is too tired." Isabella hugged her own body, as if protecting her heart that was about to collapse. Damian clenched his fists. "He is the heir to Lancaster. David must be strong." The doctor walked quickly towards them. "Mr. Lancaster, David's condition is deteriorating rapidly. We need to get him into surge