All Chapters of The Billionaire's Ex-wife Never Looks Back : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Ella’s POVThe neon lights of the party limo pulsed in time with the pounding bass of the pop music blasting through the speakers, turning the interior into a kaleidoscope of pink, purple, and blue. I leaned back against the plush leather seat, my mocktail in hand, watching my girls lose themselves in the chaos of the moment. My bachelorette party was in full swing, and the energy in the limo was electric. Cassie and Beckie, the youngest of the group, were at the center of it all, dancing like they were auditioning for a music video, their arms raised as they belted out the lyrics to some catchy pop anthem. Ava, the glamorous New Yorker who was technically the oldest among us, was right there with them, her blonde hair swinging as she matched their wild energy move for move. Laura, ever the picture of elegance, was a bit more reserved, sipping her champagne and swaying to the beat, but the smile on her face told me she was having just as much fun. And then there was Celeste, my mai

Shawn POVThe poker room was thick with the haze of cigar smoke, the rich scent mingling with the sharp notes of expensive cologne and the smooth burn of whiskey in my glass. The green felt table gleamed under the chandelier’s soft light, chips clinking as Sidd dealt another hand with his usual precision. My bachelor party was in full swing, and despite the unexpected presence of Marcus, I was determined to keep the vibe high. Jason, Terence, Theo, Sidd, and I were deep into the game, trading jabs and stories, the kind of night that felt like it could stretch on forever. Tomorrow, I’d marry Ella, the woman who’d turned my world upside down in the best way, but tonight was about the guys—my crew, my brothers, even if one of them was carrying more baggage than I’d have liked.Terence was laughing as he recounted a story from the past. "You should see Jason at his bachelor party; he was so excited he even ran around naked in the middle of the night, he was so drunk and stoned!""Seriou

Celeste POVThe poker game had wound down, and the private room in the Chicago casino felt looser now, the air thick with cigar smoke and the lingering burn of whiskey. The green felt table was littered with empty glasses and scattered chips, evidence of a night well spent. My bachelor party—Shawn’s, technically—was still going, but the vibe had shifted from the intensity of the game to something more relaxed. Jason, Terence, Sidd, and Theo were sprawled across the leather couches, their ties loosened, jackets off, trading stories about old deals and older mistakes. Laughter punctuated the air, and for a moment, I almost felt like I belonged. Almost. But the weight of my past, the mistakes I’d made, hung over me like a shadow I couldn’t shake.I leaned back in my chair, nursing my drink, my eyes drifting to Theo across the room. He was laughing at something Terence said, his ease with the group a stark contrast to the tension I’d felt from him earlier. Theo had been my assistant o

Marcus POVThe Chicago night was cool, the city lights streaking past as I drove my car through the streets, the weight of the evening pressing on me like a heavy fog. It was surreal, being here, picking up my girlfriend Celeste from Ella’s bachelorette party—Ella, my ex-wife, whose wedding to Shawn was tomorrow. And if that wasn’t weird enough, Cassie, my ex-girlfriend from college, was in the backseat, along with her friend Beckie. This night was a collision of my past and present, and I was doing my best to keep my head above water.I’d volunteered to drive Cassie and Beckie home after Shawn got Ella’s text saying the girls were too drunk to manage on their own. It was the least I could do, especially since I was already there to get Celeste. I’d seen Ella leaving with Shawn, her arm tucked into his, her face glowing even in the dim light of the club’s entrance. Jason and Terence had scooped up their wives, Laura and Ava, both giggling and unsteady, and Bea’s husband, Rowon, had

Amanda POVI woke to the gray light seeping through the worn curtains of my bedroom, the kind of morning that felt heavy, like the air itself was pressing down on me. My phone buzzed incessantly on the nightstand, a grating reminder of the world outside my fog of exhaustion. I grabbed it, squinting at the too-bright screen, and there they were—Bea’s social media posts from last night, staring me in the face like a slap. Pictures of her at Ella’s bachelorette party, all glitz and grins, surrounded by women I either didn’t know or couldn’t stand. Ella, the bride-to-be, was front and center in one shot, her “Bride” sash catching the neon lights of the club, her face glowing with a happiness that twisted something sharp in my gut. She was engaged to Shawn, pregnant, about to walk down the aisle into her perfect little life. Meanwhile, I was drowning in the wreckage of my own—divorcing Theo, barely keeping it together, with kids who looked at me like I was the villain in their story. Th