All Chapters of The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Marcus’s POVThe bar’s dim lights flickered as I sat there, my whiskey glass half-empty, the ice melting into a watery pool. Celeste Hayes was still across from me, her presence magnetic in a way I hadn’t expected. I couldn’t deny it—I was drawn to her. It wasn’t just her sharp wit or the way she held her own in conversation. It was the way she carried herself: her dark hair pulled into a perfect bun high on her head, her feline eyes sharp and assessing, her tailored suit screaming power and untouchability, like she’d just walked out of a high-stakes boardroom. She was striking, the kind of woman who turned heads without trying, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t stir something in me.But I wasn’t about to act on it. Celeste was Ella’s friend, and I’d already caused enough chaos in my life—especially in Ella’s. The last thing I needed was to complicate things further by chasing a spark that had no business igniting. So I kept it cool, leaning back in my stool, sipping my drink, and

Theo’s POVThe morning sun filtered through the curtains of our small house, casting a warm glow over the chaos of getting two kids ready for a birthday party. Ben, my youngest, was practically bouncing off the walls, his sneakers half-on as he darted around the living room, chattering about the games he hoped to play at Lily’s party. Mirella, my sweet girl, was quieter, carefully tucking a folded piece of paper into her backpack—a drawing she’d made for Lily, she’d told me, to make up for their fight over that bag. I couldn’t help but smile, my heart swelling with pride at her thoughtfulness.“You’re a good kid, Milla,” I said, kneeling to zip up her jacket. “That drawing’s gonna make Lily’s day. You’ve got the kindest heart I know.”She beamed, her blue eyes sparkling. “I don’t want her to be mad at me anymore, Daddy. I want us to be friends again.”I ruffled her curly hair, my chest tight with love. “You will be. She’s lucky to have a cousin like you.”Ella’s call from a few days

Ella’s POVThe apartment was a whirlwind of color and noise, filled with the laughter of children, the chatter of parents, and the upbeat pop music playing through the speakers. Lily’s sixth birthday party was in full swing, and I was running on a mix of adrenaline and joy, darting between tasks like refilling juice cups, directing kids to the craft table, making sure the cupcakes didn’t run out. Shawn was a rock, his easy charm keeping the energy high as he helped pin tails on a donkey poster and tossed balloons with the kids. Celeste was in her element, weaving through the crowd with her usual confidence, making sure everything ran smoothly. But even in the chaos, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude becouse this was Lily’s day, and it was perfect.The door swung open, and Marcus walked in, his arms loaded with gift bags, his security guard trailing behind with even more. He looked almost comical, like an overzealous Santa Claus, his face lit up with a proud, slight

Ella’s POVThe last notes of the birthday song had faded hours ago, and the once-vibrant chaos of Lily’s sixth birthday party was winding down. The apartment, still strewn with streamers, crumpled napkins, and half-eaten cupcakes, felt like a battlefield after the dust had settled. The kids were gone, their laughter replaced by the quiet shuffle of parents gathering coats and gift bags, their faces a mix of polite smiles and barely concealed judgment. I stood by the door, thanking each family as they left, but their words stung more than I’d expected.“That was… quite a scene,” one mother said, her tone clipped as she adjusted her son’s jacket. “Not exactly the healthiest environment for the kids, Ella.”Another parent, a father from Lily’s school, chimed in, his voice low but pointed. “You might want to keep a closer eye on Lily. That kind of behavior… it’s concerning.”And then there was the woman who, with a tight smile, added, “The cake was a bit dry, don’t you think? Maybe next

Ella’s POVThe hot water of the shower had done little to wash away the weight of the day. I stood under the spray, letting it cascade over my shoulders, hoping it would loosen the tension knotted in my muscles. Lily’s sixth birthday party had been moments of pure joy tangled with conflict, from Amanda’s venomous exit to Lily’s outburst with Milla to the parents’ cutting remarks as they left. And then there was Marcus and Celeste, their charged glances and near-kiss on the balcony still lingering in my mind like an unwelcome guest. Shawn had told me to rest, to take a moment for myself, but my head was too full, my heart too heavy with worry for my daughter, for Celeste, for the fragile peace we were trying to build.I wrapped myself in a towel, my wet hair clinging to my neck, and slipped into a soft robe. The apartment was quieter now, the chaos of the party reduced to a faint hum of cleanup from the living room where Shawn and my dad were still tidying up. I should’ve been out t