บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire Ex-Wife’s Scandalous Revenge: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

~Aliyah's Pov~I had no choice but to return to my husband’s house, a place that had long stopped feeling like a home and had become something closer to hell. Each step toward it felt heavier than the last, my chest tight with dread as though my body already knew what awaited me inside. By the time I reached the door, my hand trembled slightly on the handle, but I forced myself to push it open anyway.The house was eerily quiet.Too quiet.The silence pressed against my ears, thick and unsettling, and for a brief moment I allowed myself to hope. Maybe he wasn’t home yet. Maybe I would get a little time, just a little time, to breathe, to sit, to rest my aching body and fragile heart before he returned with his anger, his bitterness, and all the chaos he carried with him.I stepped inside and gently closed the door behind me. The living room was empty. No sound from the television. No clatter from the kitchen. The air felt cold and hollow, like the house itself had been drained of warm

~Aliyah's Pov~The house felt smaller after Ronald walked away.Not physically, no, the walls hadn’t shifted, the ceiling hadn’t lowered, but something invisible pressed in from every direction, tightening until breathing felt like work. I stayed where I was for a long moment, staring at the space he’d occupied, half-expecting his shadow to linger like a stain that wouldn’t scrub off.My mother is coming.The words replayed over and over, each time sharper than the last.Evelyn Voss.The woman who had raised two men with the same last name and wildly different souls. The woman whose voice still echoed in my ear from that phone call, dripping with judgment, wrapped in the guise of righteousness. I hugged my arms around myself, suddenly cold despite the stillness of the room.Ronald hadn’t threatened me outright.He hadn’t needed to.The threat was implied, in his smile, in his certainty, in the way he said behave like I was a child who’d stepped out of line. Like I was something to be

~Aliyah's Pov~By the time the meal was ready, my hands ached, and my nerves were worn thin, stretched like a wire pulled too tight.But I had done it.Against the quiet tremor in my fingers, against the echo of shattered vegetables and Evelyn’s cold eyes from earlier, the food sat finished on the counter, steaming, fragrant, whole. I had started over from nothing, scrubbing the kitchen until it looked untouched, as if cruelty hadn’t passed through it hours earlier.Rice fluffed perfectly in the pot. The stew simmered rich and slow, seasoned with patience more than spice. I tasted it once, then twice, adjusting carefully, afraid of getting anything wrong. Afraid of giving them another excuse.I smoothed my dress, wiped my palms against the fabric, and lifted the serving tray.The dining room felt colder than usual.Ronald sat at the head of the table, spine straight, expression unreadable. Evelyn sat to his right, elegant as ever, hands folded, lips curved in something that almost res

~Aliyah's Pov~The house lay in a suffocating stillness, the kind that pressed against my ears until I could hear my own thoughts too clearly. No footsteps. No voices. No background noise to cling to. Just silence, thick, heavy, and relentless.I paced the length of my bedroom, barefoot against the cold floor, turning sharply every few steps as though the walls themselves were closing in on me. Back and forth. Back and forth. I stopped by the window once, then abandoned it almost immediately, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. I had nothing to do. Absolutely nothing. And somehow, that emptiness felt worse than exhaustion.My mind refused to stay quiet.The threats from Ronald and his mother replayed over and over, each memory sharper than the last. What had once sounded like empty intimidation had begun to take shape, growing teeth, growing claws. Their words lingered, venomous and deliberate, slipping into my thoughts when I least expected it. They weren’t bluffing. Not anymo

~Aliyah's Pov~The smell hit my nose first, sharp, smoky, unmistakable.The food was burning.“Ah…” Dominic reacted instantly, the word barely leaving his mouth before he moved. He hurried to the stove, lifted the pan away from the flame, and turned off the gas with quick, almost panicked fingers. The sudden silence that followed felt louder than the sizzling had been.“I—sorry you had to see this part,” he said, his voice tight with embarrassment as he glanced back at me. There was a faint flush creeping up his neck, and he refused to quite meet my eyes.I couldn’t help it. A soft chuckle escaped my lips before I could stop myself.Seeing Dominic like this, flustered, human, completely unguarded, was oddly amusing. He was nothing like the composed, confident image he usually carried. And somehow, that made the moment warmer. More real.If only Ronald could be half as… this.“It’s okay, Dominic,” I said gently, still smiling. “It’s kind of cute.”He froze.“Really?” He turned to face