The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Ella’s Point of ViewThe days dragged on, each one a slow, heavy blur, like wading through molasses. The apartment, with its creaking floors and mismatched furniture, was a far cry from the Hayes mansion’s grandeur, but it was ours—mine, Lily’s, and Emerson’s. I filled the hours with routine: hospital shifts, grocery runs, bedtime stories, anything to keep my mind from wandering to Shawn. But he was there, in every quiet moment, his tired eyes, his warm laugh, the way he’d held me like I was his anchor. I’d thought love was a myth after Marcus’s betrayal, after Vanessa’s blond hair and whispered lies tore my world apart. But Shawn had rebuilt me, piece by piece, only for me to shatter it again by walking away. The guilt was a weight, a stone lodged in my chest, and no amount of routine could dislodge it.Lily was my light, her giggles a fleeting reprieve from the ache. Shared custody with Marcus was a new rhythm—his car pulling up every few days, his smile cautious but genuine as he

Shawn’s POVThe day had been long, like most of them lately. I dragged myself through the front door of my place, my briefcase heavy in my hand, my head already spinning with the reports and emails waiting for me in my home office. Work had become my escape, my punishment, my everything. I’d stay up until my eyes burned, until I couldn’t keep them open anymore, and collapse on my desk, only to start over the next day. It wasn’t living—it was surviving. But it was all I had to keep the thoughts at bay, to stop myself from spiraling into the void Ella left behind.As I tossed my keys onto the counter, Sidd, my butler, appeared in the hallway, his usual calm demeanor replaced with a look that told me he wasn’t in the mood for my routine. Sidd’s been with me for years, more than just staff—he’s family, the kind that doesn’t sugarcoat things when you need a reality check. Tonight, he had that look in his eyes.“Shawn, you’re not heading to that office tonight,” he said, crossing his arms

Ella’s POVThe night seemed to slip away too quickly, and yet, every moment I spent tucked away in that quiet corner of the club with Shawn felt like it stretched on forever. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, like we’d never been apart, like the weeks of silence and hurt hadn’t existed. I knew I should’ve been heading home—Lily was with Celeste, and I didn’t want to overstay my welcome—but being here with Shawn felt so good, so right, that I couldn’t bring myself to leave.Every time he looked at me, those cyan-blue eyes of his, so calm and comforting, seemed to pull me in deeper. They sparkled with a warmth that made my heart stutter, his smile soft and inviting, like he was seeing me—really seeing me—for the first time in ages. And then there was his scent, that woody, intoxicating mix that hit me every time he leaned in close to share a story or a laugh. His touch, too—gentle, warm, his fingers brushing against my hand every now and then, sending little sparks through me. It

Ella’s POVJust when I thought our night had reached its peak, I quickly realized I was wrong. For Shawn, the night was only getting started. And I wasn’t complaining one bit.I giggled as he leaned in to kiss me again, his hands roaming my body, clearly hungry for more. “My God, this is definitely a side of you I didn’t know,” I teased, loving this bold, unrestrained version of him.His nose grazed my jaw, sending shivers down my spine. “I’ve always been like this, actually. You just only ever saw my gentle side.”“Maybe because when you’re in love, you only see the pretty parts of someone?” I shot back with a sarcastic smirk, my hand trailing over his chest and arms hovering above me. I could still feel my body clenching from the intensity of having him inside me. And I wanted more—if he wanted me again, I’d welcome him with open arms.Or, to be more precise, open legs.He let out a goofy laugh at my words. “So, does that mean you’re not in love with me anymore?” he asked, his hand

Theo’s POV “Dad, wake up, please.” It was my daughter Mirella, shaking my shoulder to rouse me from sleep. I opened my eyes, disoriented. “What’s wrong? What happened?” I asked, catching the anxious look in her eyes. “Why are you sleeping on the floor?” she asked, staring at the makeshift bed I’d set up on the floor of the bedroom. “Uh… where’s Mom?” I noticed the bed was empty—robin—Amanda was gone. “She left early, said she had some things to take care of downtown. She told me you’re supposed to take Ben and me to school,” Mirella explained. I nodded, rubbing my face. “Alright, got it. Just let me splash some water on my face, okay, princess?” I said, and she gave me a sweet smile, her dark curls bouncing softly as she nodded. “Okay, but don’t be late, alright? Or we’ll be late for school,” she warned, planting a kiss on my forehead before leaving the room. I sighed. That girl was so smart and kind. I was her father, but I knew she didn’t deserve Amanda and me as pare