Lahat ng Kabanata ng The CEO's Ex-wife Return As A Billionaire Heiress : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

VanessaMichael had been taking care of me like I was made of glass. Every morning for the past three days, he would check my injuries, change my bandages, and make sure I was comfortable."How are you feeling today, Rebecca?" he asked, bringing me breakfast on a tray.I smiled weakly at him. "Much better, thanks to you. You've been so kind.""It's the least I can do. No one should have to go through what you went through." He set the tray on my lap: scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh orange juice. "I also ran you a bath. I thought it might help with the soreness.""You're too good to me," I said, and part of me almost meant it. Michael was genuinely kind, which made using him feel almost too easy.After he left me to eat in peace, I heard the shower running in the bathroom down the hall. Perfect. This was my chance.I moved quickly despite the pain in my ribs, grabbing Michael's phone from the kitchen counter where he'd left it. My hands shook as I dialed the number I'd memorized."He

Emily After all the paperwork was signed and the boys were dressed in comfortable clothes for the ride home, we prepared to leave. The hospital staff had arranged for wheelchairs to take the boys down to the entrance, even though they could walk short distances."This is so cool," Phil said, sitting in his wheelchair. "I feel like a race car driver!"Lucas was quieter, but I could see relief in his eyes. He was ready to go home, to sleep in his own bed, to be in familiar surroundings.We made our way down to the lobby, where two cars were waiting: my SUV with Marcus and my security team, and Alex's Mercedes with his guards."Okay, boys," I said. "Let's get you home."Phil looked between the two cars, then at Alex, then at me. His face scrunched up with worry."I want to go with Ms. Emily," he said quietly.Alex's smile faltered. "Phil, you're coming home with me, champ. Remember? Your room is already ready for you.""But I want to stay with Ms. Emily and Lucas and Lily," Phil said, h

Alex The drive to City Hospital felt longer than usual. My phone rang just as I was pulling into the parking garage."Alex Thompson," I answered."Mr. Thompson, it's Abigail." My new secretary's voice was warm and professional. "I heard about what happened with your mother. I wanted to check on you and see if there's anything I can do to help."I was touched by her concern. "That's very kind of you, Abigail. I'm actually at the hospital now to see her.""How is she doing?""I'm about to find out. The doctors said she was stable after the incident, but...""Would you like some company?" Abigail asked. "I know hospitals can be lonely places, and I'm just leaving the office anyway."I hesitated. It would be nice to have someone there, someone who wasn't judging my every move or comparing me to Nathaniel."If you don't mind," I said. "That would actually be nice.""I'll be there in twenty minutes."By the time I reached my mother's floor, I was mentally and physically exhausted. The poli

AlexI arrived at the office the next morning with barely three hours of sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Nathaniel's lips on Emily's cheek, his hand casually touching her arm like he had every right to be that close to her."Good morning, Mr. Thompson," Abigail greeted me as I walked past her desk. Then she got a good look at my face and frowned. "Are you alright? You look terrible.""Thanks," I said dryly. "Just what every man wants to hear first thing in the morning.""I'm serious. Did you sleep at all?""A little." I loosened my tie, already feeling suffocated. "What's on the schedule today?"Abigail's expression turned grim. "The board meeting is in thirty minutes. Conference room A. They have requested a full financial update and strategy discussion."My stomach dropped. I have been dreading this meeting all week. "Right. The board meeting.""Alex," Abigail said quietly, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "They're not happy. The stock prices have been dr

Alex Emily looked up from the stack of files on her desk, her expression unreadable. She was wearing a navy blue business suit that made her look powerful and untouchable. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek bun, and her makeup was flawless. This was CEO Emily, not the woman I held in my arms years ago, not the exhausted mother I saw yesterday. "Have a seat," she said, gesturing to the chair across from her desk. I sat down, suddenly feeling like a student called to the principal's office. "Thank you for seeing me without an appointment." "You said it was important." She set down her pen and folded her hands on the desk. "What's this about, Alex?" I took a deep breath. This was it. Time to swallow my pride and be completely honest with her. "Thompson Group is in crisis," I said bluntly. "Our stock has dropped fifteen percent in the last month. Quarterly earnings are down twenty percent. Major investors are threatening to pull out." Emily's expression didn't change, but I