บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Ex-wife is untouchable now: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The storm outside was soft but insistent, not dramatic like thunder, but a patient rainfall that blurred the edges of the mountainside beyond the academy. Isla stood near the window of the small guest house, arms folded tightly across her chest, forehead pressed lightly to the cold glass. Her breath fogged a small circle, a contrast to the stillness of everything else in the room.It had been four days since she and Lucian had arrived at the boarding School, waiting to see their Aaric. Now they had moved on in a villa nearby the boarding school where they were mostly living together to be close to their child."He likes literature," Lucian's voice broke the silence behind her. He was leaning over his laptop, scrolling through a private set of school records the headmaster had reluctantly allowed him access to. "He has top marks in creative writing."Isla didn't respond. Her eyes were soft, but still trained on the foggy school campus beyond."He's been on the debate team since last ye

The sun had barely risen over the gothic silhouette of the villa, casting long and eerie shadows across the manicured lawns. Isla sat at the window of the guest house, wrapped in a shawl that had lost its warmth. The mug in her hands had gone cold. Her eyes hadn’t left the gates in over an hour. As if willing Aaric to just walk through inside and hug her tight Lucian entered the room behind her, his tie undone and shirt rumpled. He'd slept maybe two hours only.“ I have gotten the school nurse to speak with us about Aaric,” he said quietly, watching her from the doorway.Isla didn’t reply. Her hand gripped the mug tighter.“Come on.”They got inside their car and reached the boarding school. They walked inside side by side through the maze of corridors, past paintings of forgotten benefactors and plaques etched with dates and donations. The school nurse's office was in the east wing which was sterile, too bright, and smelling of disinfectant.A middle-aged woman greeted them with a p

The sky above the villa darkened early, a storm curling in the distance like a clenched fist. The wind howled through pine trees surrounding the hills, whistling against the windows with an eerie kind of promise.Isla stood by the rain-specked glass, her arms folded tightly around herself. She hadn’t spoken much since the call she had gotten from the school.Lucian watched her in silence. She’d been still for over ten minutes, her eyes locked on the road, as if willing a bus to appear.“They’re coming back early,” she had whispered when the headmaster called. “This time the news is confirmed. There is a storm and a landslide risk near the place they are in so now they’re taking a different route.”Her voice trembled, but she didn’t cry. Isla never cried when she was afraid.Lucian set down his coffee, walking over. “Come and sit down. You're freezing.”“I’m fine.”“No, you're not,” Lucian said back.She turned. “He’s going to be here. In less than 48 hours. After five years, Lucian.

The next dayLucian was never a man who begged.But when it came to his son, pride was a small price to pay now.Within hours of reuniting with Aaric, he’d made quiet calls and a huge donation to the school’s arts wing. A gentle nudge at the board. And then an invitation to spend the day with Aaric, off-campus was given to him and Isla.Technically, it was a "bonding day" for them. In reality, Lucian Blackwell pulled his weight in the way he did best, with precision and his power.Claire was furious.Of course she hadn’t said it outright. But Isla could feel it. She wasn’t stopping. But Isla could feel it in her bones thatClaire Blackwell was planning something as she always did.But today, Isla wasn’t afraid.Because for once, she wasn’t alone in this fight. Lucian was with her as her knight.Lucian stood beside her in the school’s front courtyard, dressed in soft slacks and a slate blue shirt, the sleeves rolled up. Today he was a man shedding his armor, piece by piece, for his son.

The summer air was crisp, tinged with the scent of pine and rain, as Isla sat cross-legged in the park beside the school, watching Lucian and Aaric trying to assemble a slightly crooked kite. And they were failing so adorably.Aaric frowned, holding one of the sticks at an odd angle. “I don’t think that’s where it goes.”Lucian chuckled. “No? I thought I had it this time.”“You’ve said that five times,” Aaric rolled his eyes.“And I’ll say it five more times,” Lucian grumbled.Isla laughed, and something warm fluttered in her chest. She hadn’t seen Lucian laugh like this. She had seen him laughing only due to her five years back but never after that.Aaric, with his slightly oversized hoodie and crooked front tooth, looked like any other normal five year old. He was theirs. And no matter how kind these days felt, the time would never rewind to give them back what they’d lost but they would male sure to create new memories with their child.She cherished this version of the now. They h