Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Marcus’s Point of ViewThe park was alive with the hum of summer, kids shrieking as they darted through the grass, dogs bounding after frisbees, the air thick with the scent of sunscreen and grilled hot dogs. I sat cross-legged on the picnic blanket, my focus locked on Lily as she scampered back from the swings, her laughter like a melody that could almost drown out the chaos in my head. Almost. Ella sat a few feet away, her juice glass catching the sunlight, her gaze soft but guarded, a reminder of the line I couldn’t cross. I wanted to sink into this moment—the blanket, the breeze, Lily’s giggles—but I held myself back, my heart a traitor that still raced at the sight of Ella’s smile. Those feelings were a minefield, dangerous and raw, and I’d already blown up my life once with her. I wasn’t going to screw this up again, not with Lily watching, her small hands waving as she begged me to push her higher on the swing.“Come on, Daddy!” Lily called, her voice bright, tugging me bac

Ella’s Point of ViewThe evening air clung to me, heavy and damp, the weight of my father’s words pressing down like a storm cloud that refused to break. His accusation—that he believed Amanda’s lies over me—cut deeper than I could have imagined, a betrayal that twisted in my chest like a blade I couldn’t pull out. I stood in the driveway of the Hayes mansion, the gravel sharp under my shoes, Lily’s small hand trembling in mine, her tear-streaked face buried against my leg. Her sobs had quieted, but each hitch in her breath was a reminder of the chaos I’d failed to shield her from, the fight with Emerson that had spiraled out of control. “You believe her?” I said again, my voice raw, cracking under the strain, my eyes locked on his, searching for the father who’d once carried me through every storm. “Dad, Amanda’s been manipulating everyone. She told Marcus about Lily, betrayed me, and now she’s spinning lies about me threatening her? And you’re buying it? I’m disappointed in you.”

Ella’s Point of ViewThe guest suite felt like a sanctuary, its soft lighting a fragile shield against the storm that had followed us from the driveway. The television’s glow flickered across the walls, casting playful shadows as Lily sprawled on the rug, her crayons scattered like bright pebbles, her small hands coloring a smiling sun in her book, its yellow edges smudged with her determined strokes. The cheerful hum of her favorite cartoon, with its bouncy theme song, filled the room, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning in my chest. Fresh from her bath, Lily smelled of lavender soap, her damp curls clinging to her cheeks, her teddy bear propped beside her like a steadfast companion, its button eyes glinting in the light. I sat on the sofa, my legs tucked beneath me, my gaze fixed on her, her innocence a tether keeping me grounded. But the weight of the day pressed down—Cliff’s mocking words calling us “strays,” “charity cases,” Garrett’s sneering judgment, Celeste’s piercing

Theo’s Point of View*The bar was a dim haze of neon lights and cigarette smoke, the kind of place where the air clung to your skin, thick with the scent of spilled beer and cheap cologne. I slouched at a corner table, the wood sticky under my elbows, my whiskey glass sweating in my hand. The jukebox churned out some old rock tune, its bassline a dull throb against the chatter of strangers and the clink of bottles. Rowon, my old friend, sat across from me, his brow furrowed, his beer halfway to his lips as he studied me like I was a puzzle he couldn’t crack. “What’s got you so damn glum, Theo?” he asked, his voice light but edged with concern. “You’re usually the life of the party, cracking jokes, keeping us all laughing. Tonight, you look like someone ran over your dog.”I took a swig of whiskey, the burn sharp in my throat, but it did nothing to dull the ache in my chest. I set the glass down hard, the ice rattling, and leaned back, my jaw tight. “It’s Amanda,” I said, my voice lo

Theo’s Point of ViewThe air in the bar turned thick, suffocating, as Vanessa Monroe slid onto Marcus’s lap, her blond hair catching the neon glow like a taunt. Their lips met in a sloppy, shameless kiss, her hands roaming his chest, his fingers digging into her hips with a familiarity that made my stomach lurch. The jukebox’s gritty rock riff pulsed in the background, mingling with the clink of glasses and the low hum of strangers’ laughter, but all I could hear was the echo of my own disgust, a sickening déjà vu pulling me back five years. Back then, I’d covered for Marcus, swallowing my unease as he snuck around with Vanessa behind Ella’s back, lying to her face while I played the loyal friend, the silent accomplice. Now, here they were, flaunting it like nothing had changed, like the wreckage of their affair hadn’t torn lives apart. I gripped my whiskey glass, the ice clinking against the sides, my knuckles white as I fought the urge to hurl it across the room.Rowon shifted in