บททั้งหมดของ The Rise of the Betrayed Billionaire's Ex-Wife: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Elena stared at the tablet screen once more. David's picture was clearly displayed – an innocent face with a weak smile that broke the hearts of anyone who saw it. There was sadness in his eyes, but also something that could not be ignored: a cold feeling that infiltrated silently from a past that was not yet completely dead. "I pity that child," Elena said softly. Her voice was almost drowned out by the sound of her own breathing. "He's not wrong. Not at all." Tamara noticed Elena's changing expression. "You look... confused." "I don't know what to do, Tamara." Elena sat back down, her body leaning weakly. "I loved that man once. Then he ruined it all. Destroyed me, abandoned my children, and his family—" her voice choked, "they treated my three daughters like they were nothing. Even when they found out I was pregnant with Alva." Tamara sat down at Elena's side. "But you got through it all, Elena. You stood up, you raised them on your own." Elena looked at her friend, her eyes sl

Nathan touched Elena’s chin, lifting her face slowly. “I love you so much, Elena…” he whispered, his eyes deep and expectant. “Can I kiss you again?” Elena’s face flushed, but she turned her head to the side, shying away. “No, Nathan…” Nathan paused. His face tightened, disappointed but appreciative. “Why?” he asked quietly. Elena let out a long breath. “I’m not the slut I was five years ago when I asked for your touch in the car.” She looked down. When she remembered that incident, she felt very embarrassed. Nathan was about to speak, but the sound of shoes stomping on the floor made them both turn their heads. A man in an elegant navy suit entered the room with steady steps. His face was gaunt, his jaw firm, and his eyes held a deep hurt. “Damian,” Elena murmured, her body instantly stiffening. Nathan stood in front of Elena reflexively, protecting her. Damian raised a hand. “Elena, where is my son, Alva?” His eyes bore into Elena — and for a moment, there was an indescriba

Chapter 45 Damian still sat silently on the park bench behind the crematorium. A light rain had begun to dampen his hair and shoulders, but he didn’t care. His fingers still clutched David’s small cross necklace. Isabella walked over, her black dress dragging a bit of wet earth. She sat silently beside Damian, looking straight up at the gray sky. A few minutes passed in silence until Isabella finally asked softly, "Damian, are you going to divorce me after this?" Damian turned his head slowly. "What do you mean?" Isabella smiled bitterly, still staring ahead. "I’ve heard the viral news. Elena... she is Queen Elisabeth. She also revealed that Alva is of Lancaster descent." Damian frowned. "Are you going after her?" Isabella continued, her voice low but piercing. "Because she has given birth to an heir—a son, the heir you crave." Damian stared at his wife for a long time, his face unreadable. However, instead of answering, Damian stood up. He wiped his face, wet with rain and te

The next morning, the sky was still gray, leaving behind the residue of the previous night's rain. Damian stood in front of the old colonial-style house on the edge of town where Elena and her children lived. His hand clutched a small box filled with toys and children's books, something he had bought in the middle of the night when his heart couldn't settle.When the door opened, Elena stood in the doorway, wearing a loose gray sweater and casual pants. Her hair was tied up in a simple bun. Her eyes looked tired."Elena...," Damian began, his voice low, almost hesitant."Damian, it's early in the morning," Elena said calmly. She leaned against the door frame. "What's wrong?""I just... I wanted to see them. Olivia, Katty, and Delya," he replied, trying to smile. "If I may."Elena stared at him for a few seconds. There was no anger, but no warmth either. She nodded slowly, then opened the door wider."Come in."Damian stepped inside, the house was warm and smelled of cinnamon. He brief

Damian had just opened the door to his luxurious downtown home when the sound of sobbing greeted him. The cold air from outside had not yet left his body, but in here, the heat was overwhelming-not because of the temperature, but because of the burning emotions.Isabella sat on the sofa, still wearing her blood-red satin nightgown. Her eyes were swollen, her face wet. In her hand is a picture frame of David, their son who died two years ago. Her fingers gripped it tightly, as if afraid of losing it again."David was our only son," Isabella murmured softly. "The only one you're proud of."Damian threw his coat on the chair, ignoring all the pleasantries. His voice was instantly piercing, cold. "I just got back from Elena's house. I want to get back to Elena."Isabella slowly looked up. The look in her eyes was hazy, but there were still embers there. "What do you mean, Damian?"Damian stood straight, his face without hesitation. "I want a divorce, Isabella. I'm going back to Elena. For