Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire Ex-Wife’s Scandalous Revenge: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

~Aliyah’s Pov~The guest room felt unfamiliar.Too quiet.Too neat.I sank onto the edge of the bed Victor had shown me earlier, the mattress firm beneath me, the sheets pristine and cool against my skin. I was still in the oversized shirt he’d handed me to change into, the fabric soft and loose, swallowing my frame in a way that made me feel both small and strangely protected. It smelled faintly of him, clean, subtle, not overwhelming, but even that faint scent carried a weight, a reminder that I wasn’t completely alone.This wasn’t my house.This wasn’t my life.And yet, for tonight, for this fragile, fleeting night, it was the only place that didn’t feel suffocating. A space that didn’t demand anything of me. A space that didn’t judge.I leaned back slowly against the headboard, my spine pressing against the cold wood. My head throbbed faintly, the lingering pulse a soft reminder, not of the slap that had stung earlier, but of everything else. The memories, the images, the sharp ed

~Aliyah’s Pov~The street felt too quiet.Not the peaceful kind of quiet. Not the soft, sleepy hush of a neighborhood settling into the night.This was the kind of quiet that pressed against your ears. That made every small sound feel too loud. My footsteps against the pavement echoed faintly as I paced along the sidewalk, wrapping my arms around myself as if I could shield my own unease.Too open.The houses on either side of the road seemed distant, their windows dark, curtains drawn. The streetlights cast long, lonely shadows that stretched across the concrete like reaching fingers. There was nowhere to hide. Nowhere to disappear.Clara wasn’t answering.I lifted my phone again, staring at her name glowing on the screen before pressing call. I brought it to my ear, holding my breath as it rang.Once.Twice.Three times.Still ringing.No answer.My stomach tightened.“She’s asleep,” I whispered to myself, the words fragile in the empty air. “She’s just asleep.”I tried to make it s

~Aliyah's Pov~“Dominic… please…” I muttered, the words barely forming, barely strong enough to carry across the space between us.It wasn’t even a full sentence. Just his name and a fragile plea tangled together.But he didn’t succumb to it.He rose to his feet instead, movements controlled, almost deliberate, as though he needed that moment of distance. He lifted the phone back to his ear, speaking to whoever was on the other end. His tone was steady, composed in a way that contrasted sharply with the tension coiling in the room.I didn’t catch much of what he said.Rather, I couldn’t.The alcohol was beginning to blur the edges of everything, it all seemed to be a dream, as the light felt softer, the air thicker. Sounds seemed distant, like they were traveling through water before reaching me. My thoughts lagged behind reality, slow and unsteady.But my heart…. My heart was anything but slow.It pounded in my ears, loud and insistent, especially every time his gaze flickered in my

~Aliyah's Pov~I went back to sleep for a while, letting the lingering warmth of the sheets and the memory of Dominic’s closeness carry me into a light, unsteady rest. When I woke up again, the bed beside me was empty. The sudden absence of him sent a strange, hollow pang through my chest, and for a moment, I just lay there, listening to the quiet of the room, trying to steady my breathing.After a few minutes, a familiar rumble of hunger reminded me that I hadn’t eaten since last night. Carefully, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood, stretching, feeling the soft ache in my muscles from sleeping in the strange comfort of his arms. My bare feet met the cool floor, and I moved toward the kitchen almost instinctively, guided by the smell that had reached me even from a distance: coffee, warm, earthy, and inviting, mingling with the faint sweetness of toasted bread.The morning light filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the kitchen floor like liquid gold. It

~Aliyah's Pov~I stood in front of the mirror for a long moment after changing, my fingers resting lightly on the edge of the dresser as I studied my reflection.Jeans. A simple top. Neutral. Forgettable. Nothing that would draw attention or invite a second glance. Thankfully, I had left a few clothes at his place the last time, small conveniences that now felt like lifelines.But it wasn’t enough.Not after last night.Not after that screen.Not after the internet.The thought of it made my stomach tighten. The way everything could spread in seconds. The way strangers could dissect a moment they didn’t understand. The way a single clip could become a headline, a label, an identity you never asked for.I reached into my bag and pulled out a scarf, my hands moving carefully as I wrapped it around my hair and lower face. I adjusted it twice, making sure it covered enough without looking too deliberate. Then I slid on a pair of oversized sunglasses, even though the day outside wasn’t par