บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Ex-wife is untouchable now: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The scent of vanilla and butter wafted through the quiet villa kitchen, mingling with soft morning light that spilled across the marble countertops. Isla stood in front of the stove, spatula in one hand, flipping a golden pancake while Aaric stood on a stool beside her, proudly dropping blueberries into the batter. His nose crinkled in concentration, so much like Lucian’s that Isla had to blink away the love in her eyes.Lucian leaned against the doorframe, watching them in silence, his eyes filled with adoration for them.It was a picture he never thought he’d see in this life. His son standing beside the woman he loved, morning sunlight haloing them both. Isla wore a loose cardigan, her hair up in a messy bun, and Aaric was in pajamas covered with tiny rocket ships. It looked so normal. So safe. So real.Most of all it looked so domesticated.“Mama, do we flip it now?” Aaric asked excitedly.Isla smiled at her little boy. Lucian inhaled sharply, eyes darting to her. Her hands still

The afternoon sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the villa’s cozy living room. Isla was on the floor with Aaric, a pile of glitter, glue sticks, and cut-out shapes between them. Her dress was speckled with crayon marks, but she didn’t care. Aaric was laughing, his small fingers gripping a safety scissor as he cut out a crooked heart from red paper happily Lucian entered with a tray of snacks, apple slices, peanut butter crackers, and juice boxes. He paused in the doorway. He didn’t say a word as he just watched his family with a happy smile on his face.Aaric looked up and chirped. “Papa, look! I made this heart for Mama!”Lucian smiled at the boy. Isla giggled.She accepted the heart with trembling fingers. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, then looked at Lucian. “He’s been making a scrapbook.”Lucian knelt beside them. “Can I help too?”Aaric nodded eagerly and scooted to make space between them. “We’re making one for all the days we spend togeth

The rain fell in silver ribbons that streaked across the villa’s balcony, each drop sounding like a soft heartbeat against the wooden floor. The sky hung heavy, dimming the world into shades of blue and grey. Isla stood barefoot, the hem of her dress damp, her arms folded across her chest as she stared out over the garden. The storm had finally come not just in the clouds, but in her as wellLucian stepped out quietly behind her. His steps were light, tentative, as if he feared she might vanish with the next gust of wind. She didn’t turn, but she felt his presence. The soft creak of the balcony, the faint scent of his cologne clinging to the rain-soaked air.“Isla,” he said, voice low and raw. Heavy with emotions. She closed her eyes. The storm blurred everything before her. But it couldn’t blur the ache inside her heart.“You shouldn’t be out here. You’ll catch a cold,” she whispered.He stepped beside her, silent for a moment. Then, “I needed to see you.”She looked up at the sky.

The morning sun spilled across the Blackwell Corporation's mirrored facade like liquid gold, but Isla Montgomery didn’t feel its warmth. She stood in the executive lounge sipping her double espresso, her stormy gray eyes scanning over a board report. Crisp, sharp, and poised in a navy power suit that hugged her form like armor, Isla looked every bit the commanding business woman she had become. But under that icy composure was a fire newly lit and Leo Stone had noticed it.Lucian had warned her once and long ago, that Leo was like a panther in silk. That Leo was deadly and patient. Now she saw what he meant.The boardroom buzzed as executives took their seats. Lucian entered, stone-faced and regal in a tailored charcoal suit, giving Isla the briefest glance. Their energy remained unreadable to others but electric beneath the surface. She could feel it in the quiet moments they shared lately. There was a hint of unspoken forgiveness. Mutual longing in her eyes for him. The slow ache o

The villa was cloaked in an unusual stillness that evening, as if time had momentarily slowed to breathe in the softness returning to a life that had known too many storms. Rain tapped gently against the high windows, and inside, golden light flickered across the walls like something out of a half-forgotten dream.He and Isla were still living together in the same villa and spent time with their son here though it was a bit hard to keep him with them the whole day due tk the boarding school rules.Lucian Blackwell sat in the reading room, a glass of scotch untouched beside him, eyes flicking between the fireplace and the hallway. He had been doing that often lately, waiting for her.Isla.She arrived dressed simply with no designer armor, no red painted lips that sliced like daggers. Just Isla, raw, real and quiet. The woman who once walked away with blood on her heels now returned with a war drum in her chest and tenderness in her hands."You’re early today," Lucian said, his voice l