All Chapters of WANTING MY BILLIONAIRE EX-WIFE: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ximena stood at her table the next morning, brushing her hair slowly. She had barely slept the night before. Too many thoughts clouded her head.The mirror reflected a woman who didn’t look tired, even if she felt it. She had long ago learned to carry exhaustion like perfume—always present but never obvious.Her phone buzzed again on the nightstand.She glanced at it, saw the name.Miguel.Second message in twelve hours. This one read:“Can we talk? I won’t take much of your time.”She locked the screen without replying.There were boundaries now.And Miguel had to learn to live with them—just like she had learned to live without him.Downstairs, Rafael was already in the living room, dressed casually for a weekend strategy meeting.“You didn’t sleep again,” he said without looking up from his tablet.“I did,” she lied.Rafael snorted. “Right. And I’m dating Enrique Iglesias.”She raised an eyebrow, amused despite herself. “He’s not your type.”“No,” Rafael said dramatically. “He’s ev

Ximena stood by the window in her apartment. She looked out at the city lights. The sound of cars driving far away made her feel a little less alone. The world outside kept moving. But inside, she felt stuck.Her phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. She looked down. It was Carlos. She opened his message.“Miguel just arrived at the mansion. Engagement starts in an hour.”I'mThe message was short. No feelings. Just facts.Ximena put the phone down slowly. The word “engagement” hit her hard. Miguel. Her ex-husband. The man who had kept her tied to a cold, empty marriage for three years. And now, he promised to marry Tania Roberto—the woman who had caused her so much pain.She breathed out slowly. It wasn’t just the ceremony she was scared of. It was everything that came with it—the fake smiles, the gossip, the silent fights hidden behind fancy glasses.Ximena walked to the mirror. She looked at herself carefully. Her blonde hair was tied back loosely. A few strands hung down softly. He

The morning light came into Ximena’s room. It was soft and quiet. She sat by the window, holding a cup of hot coffee. The coffee was dark and strong. It warmed her cold hands. Outside, the city was waking up slowly. Cars moved on the streets. People walked to work. But inside Ximena, her heart was not calm. It was full of many feelings. She felt nervous and scared. She also felt a little hope. But she did not understand that hope yet.She thought about last night. She thought about Miguel. They had talked. They had not shouted or fought. They had talked like two people who needed each other. Like two people who had to be together, even if they did not want to be. It was strange and new. But it felt real.Ximena’s phone buzzed on the table. She looked at it. It was a message from Carlos, Miguel’s assistant.She answered the call quickly. “Hello, Carlos.”“Good morning,” Carlos said. His voice was serious. “We are observing your office. The men we saw near your building are still there.

Ximena sat still. The phone felt heavy in her hand. Her fingers shook. She looked at the screen again and again. The message said only five words:I know what you did.The message was short, but it hit her like a blow. Her heart beat fast and hard. The room felt smaller. The air felt thick, hard to breathe.Miguel sat next to her. He looked at her face. He did not say anything at first. But she felt his eyes on her like a weight. He leaned forward a little, watching her closely, as if he could see the fear inside her.“What does it say?” he asked in a quiet voice.Ximena swallowed hard. Her throat felt tight. “It says... they know what I did.”Miguel’s eyes became sharp. “Who sent it?”“I don’t know. No name. No number I know.”He held out his hand. “Let me see.”She gave him the phone slowly. She watched his face while he read. At first, he did not react. Then his jaw tightened. His eyes became cold. He gave her back the phone and said, “This could be Carlos. Or someone working for h

The air in the apartment was heavy.Miguel stood near the door, his back straight.Ximena was on the couch, still holding her phone. Her fingers were cold.The message she had read was short, but it carried danger.They are coming for you tonight.She stared at it again. The words did not change. The fear in her chest grew.Miguel’s eyes were fixed on her. He could see the change in her face.“Who sent that?” he asked. His voice was low, but sharp.Ximena shook her head. “Unknown number.”Miguel walked over and took the phone. He studied the screen for a moment.“Could be Carlos,” he said. “Could also be someone who wants us to run.”Ximena frowned. “Run? Or trap us?”He nodded slowly. “Exactly.”Outside, the night wind made the curtains sway. Somewhere below, a car engine roared and faded.Miguel turned and spoke to the guard at the door. “Double the watch. No one in without my word.”The guard nodded and left quickly.Miguel came back to Ximena. “Listen to me,” he said. “We do not p