All Chapters of Divorced by my Billionaire Ex, Now He Wants Me Back! : Chapter 121 - Chapter 127

122Alex.When patience snapped, it wasn’t dramatic. No slamming of doors or shouted threats. It happened in the space between breaths, sometime after lunch, when I caught Stella standing at the kitchen window, her shoulders tight and her face pale in the autumn light. She hadn’t noticed I was watching her, and for a long minute, she just stared out at the street, fingers drumming against her mug, lips pressed together in a line that spelled out more than words ever could.I thought of the wrappers with her address, the way the twins had recounted the “friendly” man at the school gate, and I felt something give way inside me. I’d spent days, maybe weeks, trying to be reasonable. To play things smart. To gather evidence and keep my temper in check, not wanting to make things worse. But I couldn’t do it anymore. I was done waiting for the next warning, the next veiled threat, the next brush with danger. Enough.I found my car keys without thinking. Stella looked up, a question in her ey

124Alex.The envelope felt heavier than it should. Even before I tore it open, I could sense the ugliness inside. I glanced once at Stella’s face—her jaw tight, worry carving new lines around her mouth—and I made a silent vow not to let her see what was coming. Not until I could shield her from it, somehow.I took the envelope from her hands. The paper was expensive, thick beneath my fingers, the ink on “Mrs. Marwood” starting to smudge from how hard I gripped it. Mark, one of the guards, hovered by the door, his eyes alert. I nodded at him. “Thanks. You can go back outside.” He hesitated a moment, then left, shutting the door with a soft click that felt far too loud in the tense hush of the room.I waited until Stella had sat down on the edge of the couch, arms crossed over her chest, eyes fixed on me but wary. “Let me see,” she said, voice barely above a whisper.“No.” I kept my tone even. “Not yet.” I peeled the envelope open, slow and careful, wanting to buy time—half for her, ha

126Alex.The sound that woke me was sharp and out of place. It sliced right through the haze of exhaustion, sent a jolt down my spine. I grabbed for my phone, then realized my hands were shaking. The house was still except for that creak, the same one we’d heard before, only this time it felt like a summons.I moved fast—bare feet cold against the hardwood, a heavy candlestick from the mantle clenched tight in my fist. It wasn’t much, but it felt solid, real, something I could swing if it came to that. I was already halfway up the stairs before I realized I hadn’t thought about my own safety, just Stella’s, just the twins’.The hall was dark except for a slant of light from the bathroom at the far end. I moved quietly, every step measured, heart pounding in my chest so loud I was sure the whole street could hear it. When I passed the twins’ door, I pressed my ear against the wood—two soft breaths, a sleepy murmur. Relief, immediate and overwhelming, flooded me.But the house felt wro