All Chapters of He Divorced Me, I Marry A Bigger Billionaire!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lisa’s POVKaito’s hands were everywhere—reckless and unrestrained.One hand gripped my hip tightly, pulling me closer until our bodies molded against each other like we were made for this dance. His other hand slid down my thigh, fingers squeezing firmly before brushing dangerously close to my inner thigh.I sucked in a breath, my knees weak as I moved with him.Thank God for the crowd around us, pressing in, swaying, lost in their own drunken haze. If anyone could see past them, they’d definitely catch flashes of my ass threatening to spill from under the ridiculously short dress with his hands pushing them up.Kaito didn’t care, though. If anything, he seemed to enjoy the risk. His grip on me tightened each time I tried to create even an inch of space.Our faces were so close, I could feel his breath tickling my neck.Every now and then, he dipped his head, lips grazing my skin, kissing, nipping—biting me softly just enough to make me gasp. His mouth lingered at the shell of my ea

Jace's POVNew York was supposed to be my escape.The city was a living, breathing machine—horns blaring, taxis weaving through traffic, the glow of neon signs reflecting off puddles from last night’s rain. Everything moved fast enough that no one had time to stop and look too closely at anything. Perfect for me.Except, no matter how loud New York got, I still heard her voice in my head sometimes.Lisa’s voice.Some nights, sprawled out in my house with the skyline bleeding silver light across my walls, I’d close my eyes, and there she was. That fire sparking in her eyes when we argued, the softness in her voice that one time she’d actually smiled at me—genuinely smiled.I hated it.I should’ve hated her entirely, full stop.Especially after London.The memory still sat in my chest like a damn splinter—me, racing through traffic, worried sick, thinking she’d been taken or hurt… only to find her moaning Kaito’s name in his bed.After that, I kept imagining how it must have played ou

Lisa's POVThe call had ended the way I knew it would."It’s too early for this kind of conversation, Jace," I had told him, in a clipped tone that made me seem like I didn’t care."Yeah, I figured you’d avoid the question one way or another," he had replied, unbothered and with that hint of amusement threading through his words. "But when you finally open your eyes, Lisa… reach out. I’m just a flight away."And then I hung up before he could say anything else.Now, hours later, I was determined to act like that call never happened. I had buried myself in work and for a while, it went as planned. I didn’t think about Jace’s cocky smirk or the quiet challenge in his tone. I didn’t think about Kaito either—who still hadn’t reached out after hours of silence.By the time I wrapped up my day, exhaustion settled into my shoulders, but my mind was still frustratingly alert. I stared at the takeout apps on my phone, thumb hovering over them, before groaning aloud.“No,” I muttered to myse

Lisa’s POVWhen I looked up and realised that the rain had stopped, I stayed on my knees anyway, staring at the slick pavement as if it could give me answers. My wet clothes clung to me, cold and heavy, and my fingers trembled slightly as I pressed them to my forehead.What did I just do?Call my lover’s friend and ask him to fly over for me? Was I insane?I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “Great job, Lisa. Truly spectacular.”And then what? When Jace actually got here—if he ever did—was I supposed to waltz up to Kaito and say, ‘Hey, by the way, I’m onto your friend now’?I sighed and buried my face in my hands, feeling ridiculous.Now that my heart wasn’t clawing at my ribs and the ache in my chest had dulled to a low throb, reality was crashing in.Jace wasn’t coming. He probably just said that to make me feel better.Right?With a long exhale, I pushed myself to my feet, ignoring the stiffness in my legs. My shoes squelched against the wet pavement as I walked back toward

Lisa’s POVJace didn't come back.I had stayed there longer than I should have, telling myself I just needed more time to relax. But truthfully? I’d been waiting. Hoping he’d walk back in, maybe with an apology, maybe with some sort of explanation.But the door stayed closed.Finally, I sighed, dragging myself out of the pool. I wrapped a towel around me, the soft cotton soaking against my damp skin as I padded toward the private room where my clothes were kept.I pulled the bikini strings loose and began slipping into my shirt with my back to the door.Then I felt it. That prickle at the back of my neck.I froze, glancing up at the mirror—and there he was, standing by the doorway.The nerve of him to appear now, silent as a cat, as if he hadn’t left me hanging for over an hour.“Look who’s back after disappearing,” I said with an evident grudge in my tone. I turned to face him fully, not caring that my shirt was still halfway on.He didn’t even flinch at my tone. “Look, I—”“Don’t y