Todos os capítulos de Billionaire Betrayer: His Ex-wife’s revenge : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 17

Maya’s Pov"Are you free, come to the house Maya." A text message from my mother that pulled me off guard. This was the first time in two years since Ethan and I got married that my mother had actually sent for me. I was always the one calling them, trying to share my problems so they would know what their only child was going through. But I always got the same excuses, which were either "The Ethan I know is a good and caring husband to you, stop complaining," or "We're busy; we'll call you back," which they never did.I was about to leave for work when I saw the text. Hope flared inside me maybe they had finally called because of my in-laws' accident and wanted to know how I was doing. I quickly drove straight to my parents’ house.I rushed inside, stopping dead in the doorway. My mother was crying, but her face was beaming with pure joy. She was locked in a tight hug with a lady who looked exactly my age. That lady was crying, too. My father was shaking hands with a man I quickly

Maya's POV It was already late at night when I finally collapsed onto the guest room bed. My body felt heavy, like someone had replaced my bones with lead. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on me. Sleep was impossible. My mind wouldn't let me rest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them. Ethan's hand tangled in Anna's hair. That endless kiss had torn my heart into pieces. Her hand moving in slow circles over her stomach, touching the baby that represented everything I had lost. My mind replayed the scene over and over like a cruel movie I couldn't turn off, each time finding new details to torture me with. I had thought I would be able to get through this. After all, I had already found them together at the hotel. I had already seen the truth with my own eyes. But lying here in the darkness, pushed out of my own bedroom, the reality of it all crashed over me like a wave I couldn't escape. My mind wandered back through the months, searching for signs I had missed. How had

"Sussy!" I called out, my voice echoing through the empty hallway, setting off a flurry of footsteps racing up the stairs. Moments later, Sussy appeared in the doorway, her uniform still damp from Anna's attack and her hair pulled back in a hasty ponytail. Yet, despite the chaos, her eyes sparkled with warmth and gratitude. "Yes, Ma?" she replied, a hint of curiosity coloring her tone. "Please grab all my bags from the guest room. Everything. And clear out anything that doesn’t belong to me from this space. I’m moving back in." "Right away, Ma." I made my way to the wardrobe, flinging the doors open wide. Empty hangers stared back at me, silent sentinels of everything I had set aside. But not anymore. I reached for the first dress Sussy returned with, the fabric soft and inviting in my hands. I smoothed it lovingly between my fingers, savoring the familiarity, before sliding it onto a hanger with care and hanging it in the wardrobe. I heard the heavy footsteps pounding up