Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 16

The air was thick.Swirling. Glowing, maybe?Was it working?I blinked through the fog, heart pounding like I was about to win the lottery or get hit by a train.But then…A maid stepped through the smoke, holding a tray of something steaming. A soup.“Sir, madam,” she said calmly, bowing her head.Not a portal.Not a time-slip.Not an escape from this narrative prison.Just a fucking soup.I sat on the floor crying, defeated, apron-less—when Damian crouched beside me like I was some wounded creature in need of euthanizing.“Are you okay?” he asked.“What do you think?” I snapped, mascara running down my cheeks like a bitter ex. “I’m sobbing into your imported Italian tiles because I failed to cook fish stew for your terrifying grandmother. So… peachy.”Damian blinked. “You’re… dramatic.”“I’m real,” I muttered.He frowned. “What?”“Nothing.” I waved it off and tried to stand, using the counter for support. “Let’s just go out there, tell everyone I set the kitchen on fire and change m

I stormed back into the house, still seething. My hands were shaking part rage, part cold, part…okay, 99% rage. That’s when I saw it.Wet footprints.I’d just seen wet footprints trailing from the pool to the hallway like something out of a murder documentary. And where did they lead?To Vivian.I followed, my breath shallow, heart hammering louder with each step. The trail ended at one of the guest rooms. I didn’t hesitate. I pushed the door open just as Vivian stepped out, eyes wide, lips parted.Dripping hair, damp hem, trying to glide out of one of the guest rooms like she hadn’t just time-traveled out of the damn pool.What were you doing in there?” I snapped.She blinked. “Excuse me?”I didn’t give her time to lie.My body moved before my brain could stop it.I grabbed her arm, spinning her around, and slapping her so hard her fake lashes flew off and slapped her back.“You sneaky bitch,” I said. “What were you doing near the pool?”She stumbled back, crashing against the wall

As I sat across from Caden, clinking glasses in a restaurant that smelled faintly of rosemary and rich people problems, I had to admit it he was annoyingly easy to admire.That relaxed jawline. That watch that could probably pay off a mortgage. That voice, smooth like coffee laced with secrets.And unlike Damian, he actually asked me how I was doing without glaring first.“I have to say,” I said, tracing the rim of my glass with my finger, “you’re quite the charmer.”Caden gave a small smile. “You say that like you were expecting me not to.”“I wasn’t sure. You give off ‘tech billionaire who forgets to comb his hair’ vibes.”He laughed. “And you give off ‘I stabbed my ex and would do it again’ energy.”I grinned. “I get that a lot.”He chuckled, his amber eyes locked on me like I was both an inside joke and a puzzle he wanted to solve. “Remind me again why you asked me here?”I took a slow sip. “Maybe I was hoping you’d help me escape my emotionally constipated husband. Or maybe I jus