Semua Bab The Billionaire Ex-Wife He Never Divorced: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Selene's Pov My heart is filled with excitement as I burst into the cab waiting right in front of me. I graduated today with honour, the top in my class at Willbrook City College, and I couldn't stop smiling. Four years of eighteen-hour study sessions, surviving on constant noodles and determination, watching my course mates go back to their families who always check on them while I sat alone in my dorm room, but I had done it. The ceremony had been small; most graduating families filled the auditorium cheering up their own while I sat at the back seat clapping for my own name when they called it. But it doesn’t matter anymore; I had something that was mine, something worth the pain. The sunlight filtered through the cab windows, making everything seem achievable and optimistic. At twenty-three, for the first time I feel liberated. “You work here or something?” the cab driver said, interrupting my thoughts. His gaze shifted toward the massive iron gate ahead, ornate and cold,

Lucien’s POV Six months. That was how long I had been awake in this mansion with her. I spent the first week trying to figure out if I was hallucinating. The second week, I was waiting for someone to tell me the truth. And the rest? Watching her. Every move. Every habit. Every lie stitched into her calm, tidy smile. She called herself my wife. She brought me meals like we were married. Walked around this house like she owned it. Like she belonged here. And the worst part? She was good at it. She… was quiet, careful. There was no perfume in her trail, no fake giggles. No overstepping. She did not touch me unless it was necessary. Did not speak unless I asked. She acted like she was waiting for something. Or hiding something. And I don’t trust people who hide behind silence. Her name is Selene. I figured that out the day I asked who the hell she was, and she said it like she expected me to know. My wife, she said. The woman I was supposed to marry was Cassia Rowe. I remembe

Selene's POVSix years laterThe sun cuts through the glass of Berlin’s tallest skyscraper, falling in sharp lines across the boardroom table. Twenty of Europe’s sharpest minds sit in polished suits, their eyes turned toward me.Selene Quinn.Not Rowe. Not Ashbourne. Just me.Finally!I stood at the head of the conference table, confidently surveying the room, presenting a vision for Aether Consortium’s AI expansion.“The implementation timeline is set for eighteen months,” I explained, projecting the authority I had developed over the past six years. “With conservative estimates, we’ll have at least a three-year advantage over our closest competitors.”The room went silent for the three heartbeats after I had finished explaining, then the questioning began.They were sharp and rapid, intended to slice through pretence and expose vulnerabilities. But I have armoured myself with ambition and the necessity to succeed over the last six years."What’s the projected ROI on the neural netwo

Selene's POVEarly in the morning when the sun was awake and the birds were chirping beautifully, I sat at the dining table with my laptop open and my hair hastily tied into a bun. I was in my comfy workwear from the hectic school drop-off. The familiar weight of responsibility settled on me as I awaited the video call calmly and focused.Kairo's face appeared first on the Zoom meeting: sharp cheekbones, straightened jawlines, and the Aether founder, charming but sharp. Then shortly my assistant Rebecca joined the meeting. She was new to the system, efficient though, and eager to learn.“Good morning, Selene,” Kairo greeted, with excitement in his voice. "Are you ready for tonight's big debut?" He asked.I answered with conviction, "Yes, always ready."Rebecca checked her tablet briefly. Then she spoke, "Tonight's venue is at the Ashbourne Grand Ballroom."My heart skipped, but I masked it up instantly. Six years of guarding my feelings had served me well.She continued, “With the con

Selene's POV After I delivered the speech flawlessly, the applause was thunderous; some people were excited, while some were amazed by the fact that Aether's COO was not just a woman but that woman who knows how to deliver a unique, outstanding and intriguing speech. I descended the podium with elegance, each step calculated. My heartbeat hammered constantly before the speech, but this time my heart was steady, and I was no longer bothered about who I saw or anything. The performance is muscle memory now. I'm totally impressed, and my smile says it all.Some investors and city elites exchanged handshakes with me, while some came closer, congratulating me on a speech well delivered. “You speak like you built the company yourself,” one investor said, shaking me firmly, his eyes sweeping over me appreciatively. Well done, Miss…”“Quinns” I completed the statement immediately while exchanging handshakes. “Thank you so much.”Another investor stepped forward. “We need more women like yo