All Chapters of The Billionaire Ex-Wife’s Scandalous Revenge: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

~Aliyah Pov~My thumb hovered over the screen for a second longer than necessary.Just a second.But it felt like the space between two cliff, the moment before a fall.The glow from the phone illuminated my face in the dim room, pale light against skin that suddenly felt too tight. My heartbeat thudded faintly in my ears. I told myself it didn’t matter. That I already knew what I would see.Still… I hesitated.Then I finally opened the messages.One by one.Cold.Demanding.The first notification expanded across the screen.> Where are you?My jaw tightened immediately. The simplicity of it made it worse. Not even a tiny bit of concern, what if I couldn't take it all and killed myself? Just a location check. A command disguised as a question.My thumb moved again.The next message slid into view.> You better come back and prepare for the press.Prepare for the press.The words felt metallic in my mouth.Not This is overwhelming, but we’ll handle it together.Not even a single attem

~Aliyah's Pov~I lowered the phone slowly from my ear, my movements deliberate, almost mechanical. The blank screen stared back at me, cold and indifferent, offering no comfort, no warning, no apology. I kept staring, as if it might suddenly light up again, as if some miracle would make the call continue, give me a chance to explain, to defend myself.The room felt unnaturally quiet, like the world had held its breath and forgotten to exhale. Every sound, the faint hum of the air conditioning, the distant car horn, even the soft rustle of my own clothing, seemed amplified, intrusive. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. The air felt too heavy, too thick, as though the weight of Evelyn’s words had filled the space entirely, leaving no room for anything else.And then the tears I had tried so hard to hold back fell freely.No restraint. No shame. They streamed down my face, hot and stinging, soaking the fabric of my sleeve. I let them come, let them roll down, tracing the curves of my jaw,

~Dominic's Pov~I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling.The plaster above me was smooth, unmarked. Blank. It should have been easy to focus on something so neutral, something so empty.It wasn’t.Because the moment my body stilled, my mind refused to.And then my thoughts betrayed me again.Aliyah.Her name moved through me like a current, quiet but powerful enough to disrupt everything else.The way she had looked this morning when she realized what we had done.Shock had come first. Wide eyes. Stiff shoulders. A sharp inhale as reality settled over both of us like a weight too heavy to ignore.Then fear, not of me, but of the consequences, of the world outside those walls.But beneath it, something else, something softer, deeper, unspoken, something that matched what I felt.That was the most dangerous part.It hadn’t been one-sided.I closed my eyes briefly, as if shutting out the image could somehow weaken it. It didn’t. If anything, it sharpened.Her fingers curling

~Aliyah's Pov~I forced a small, steady breath.It scraped slightly on the way in, like my lungs weren’t entirely convinced this was safe, but I held it anyway. Held it the way you hold onto something fragile and necessary.“Yes.”Clara’s eyebrows shot up so fast they nearly disappeared into her hairline. “Yes?” she repeated, disbelief sharpening the single word.I didn’t flinch.I turned slightly toward the room, not confrontational, not challenging. I didn’t square my shoulders like I was preparing for battle. I didn’t cross my arms in defense.I simply faced the space we were standing in.“They don’t know the truth,” I said softly. My voice wasn’t loud, but it carried. Calm. Even. Measured. It was meant for Clara, but I was aware that a few nearby could hear it too. “And I don’t owe strangers explanations.”A girl near the window scoffed under her breath, loud enough to signal her disapproval.But I didn’t look at her.I kept my posture straight.Kept my chin lifted, just slightly.

~Aliyah's Pov~The restaurant Victor chose was nothing like the places I usually visited.From the moment we stepped inside, everything about it whispered wealth. Crystal chandeliers hung low from the ceiling, casting warm golden light over polished marble floors. The soft sound of a piano floated through the air while waiters in crisp black uniforms moved gracefully between tables.I suddenly felt underdressed.Victor, however, looked completely at ease.“Come on,” he said gently, guiding me toward a secluded table by the window.The chair was pulled out for me before I could even reach for it. I sat slowly, smoothing my dress over my knees while trying to ignore the uneasy flutter in my stomach.This place was too… perfect.Victor settled across from me, his expression calm, almost pleased.“I hope you like it here,” he said.I forced a small smile. “It’s beautiful.”A waiter appeared almost immediately, placing menus in front of us before silently retreating.For a moment, neither