Semua Bab I LEFT MY EX HUSBAND AND MARRIED A BILLIONAIRE : Bab 41 - Bab 50

~MAX’S POV~###FLASHBACK###Eight years ago.That fateful evening, I was driving home from my dad's office. I had to run some errands for him at the office. Normally, my dad had a lot of staff to run errands for him at the office, but because he wanted me to get acquainted with the family business. Besides, I would be taking over someday. So he prefers I run those errands for him. I just remembered I was short of groceries at home, so I decided to stop by the grocery store. While I was shopping on a particular line, I noticed a familiar face passing by pushing a cart.I paused and stared for a while, and yes, I was sure it was who I was thinking it was.Diedre.After Diedre resumed back to school I haven't had the opportunity to speak to her and I don't intend on letting her know I was the one who saved her and also sent her chocolates as a welcome gift.I knew this was a better opportunity, but being the kind of guy who talks less, I didn't know what to say to her when I finally app

~ALEX’S POV~“It's been over four hours, and we've been waiting for Elena,” I slammed the offer letter against the table. I stood up in haste and placed both hands on my waist while pacing around in short spans. I turned to John, “I thought she agreed to come?” I asked.“Yes, sir. She did.” John flipped Elena's message in my face.“So what exactly is going on then?” I grabbed the glass of whiskey on my table and gulped it all at once. “You know what? Call her mobile phone.”I sent Elena an offer letter for her to come work for me. It took her weeks to get a response back to me, and when she finally agreed to my offer, she's nowhere to be found. Could she be trying to play me? “Sir, I–I can't,” John replied.“Why?” I queried.“She changed her number, and we've not been able to reach her,” John answered.I frowned and picked up my phone. I dialed Elena's number myself: “The subscriber you are calling is not in service.” “Really?” I couldn't believe she would change her number, knowin

~ELENA’S POV~The day of the exhibition came faster than I imagined. And Derek had chosen the venue carefully—a prestigious contemporary arts center known for hosting high-profile showcases and industry events. This time, however, the spotlight did not belong to an established designer or a global brand. It belonged to me: Elena Frost.The moment I entered, murmurs rippled through the room. Journalists turned, cameras clicked, and investors paused mid-conversation to watch me glide across the space in a sleek, midnight-blue dress that made me look like I had stepped out of a magazine editorial. My hair was pinned elegantly, my makeup subtle yet luminous. But none of these compares to my work.Displayed on velvet stands and backlit frames were my new designs–pieces infused with emotions, precision and the unmistakable craftsmanship I once poured into Alex Fox’s company. Only this time, every detail, every stroke, every gemstone reflected my own name, my own freedom.Derek stood by my s

~ELENA’S POV~The morning after the exhibition felt painfully quiet around the house—an unnatural stillness that made my chest tighten every time I breathed. I woke up before sunrise, replaying everything: Alex's appearance, the tension between the men, Max's rigid jaw, the way he had reached for my elbow as if he was shielding me from something only he could sense. I didn't want protection from anyone. All I ever wanted was trust.Instead, all I felt now was irritation–sharp and hot–cutting into the confusion that had been slowly growing around Max.I spent most of the morning in my studio, working on a new piece I knew I had no emotional space for. Every few minutes, I would drop my tools and sigh, shaking my head at the memory of Max stepping into my conversation with Alex and Derek like a possessive storm. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate that he cares; it was just that I didn't know why he cared. This marriage was contractual. I repeated that to myself like a mantra. But my hea

Hello beloved readers,I'm very sorry about chapter 48. I was in a hurry to upload and, at the same time, got carried away, so that I forgot to indicate that the whole of chapter 48 was a flashback from seven years ago. So just for clarification sake, bear it in mind as you await more interesting chapters ahead. Thank you so much.—--------------Chapter 49~ELENA’S POV~A few days after Derek visited my studio, he asked for another meet-up, but this time at a café downtown. [“Just coffee, nothing serious”]: Derek texted. But something about the brevity of the message didn't feel like his playful tone. Either way, I just have to go.So I went to the café that morning. Though the café wasn't unusually busy that morning. Yet I felt strangely restless as I sat near the window, stirring my cappuccino, of which the foam had already dissolved. The sunlight spilled gently across the table as it warmed my hands, but it didn't ease the uneasiness curling inside my heart.I glanced at the door