Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire Ex-Wife’s Scandalous Revenge: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

~Aliyah's Pov~“Dominic,” I managed to call out, my voice coming out softer than I intended, almost fragile.He turned toward me immediately, the movie forgotten, his attention fully on me now. There was that subtle, gentle smile again, the one that always seemed to put me at ease without trying too hard. “You need anything, Aliyah?” he asked calmly.I swallowed.“No… I just want to go home,” I said, the words slipping out far more abruptly than I had meant them to. The moment they left my mouth, regret followed. Sharp and immediate. I hadn’t meant to sound cold. Or distant. Or like I was pushing him away.For a split second, his expression shifted, not hurt, not offended, just surprised. Then he nodded lightly, understanding, settling over his features. “Alright,” he said easily. “I’ll drive you home.”Drive me home?My heart lurched.If he drove me home, it would be faster—yes—but that was exactly the problem. Too fast. Too visible. Ronald would definitely see his car in the compoun

~Aliyah's Pov~The moment his name left my lips, something shifted in Victor’s expression.Not surprise. Not denial.Satisfaction.That alone was enough to send a warning bell screaming through my head.I straightened immediately, forcing my shoulders back, forcing calm into my face. “Excuse me,” I said coolly, already stepping past him. “Enjoy the rest of the evening.”I didn’t wait for a response.I walked away with measured steps, reminding myself that running would only draw attention. The hall felt larger now, louder, the conversations sharper at the edges. I wove through clusters of guests, nodded politely at familiar faces, paused briefly near a table, anything to put distance between me and him.I reached another section of the hall and exhaled quietly.Get it together, Aliyah.I lifted my glass again, barely taking a sip this time, my eyes scanning the room instinctively. Ronald was still occupied, surrounded by people who clearly mattered more than I did at that moment. Good

~Aliyah's Pov~The rest of the morning passed in a strange, stretched-out quiet.With Ronald gone, the house felt larger than usual, every corridor too long, every room too empty. I tried to occupy myself with small, ordinary things. I rearranged the flowers in the sitting room. Straightened cushions that didn’t need straightening. Flipped through channels on the television without settling on any of them.Nothing held my attention.Eventually, I went back upstairs and changed into something simpler, more comfortable. The elegant dresses from last night felt like they belonged to a different version of me, one who smiled easily, who knew exactly where she stood. This version felt softer. Exposed.I sat at the vanity and brushed my hair slowly, watching my reflection with a critical eye. I looked the same, yet something felt off, like a thread had been pulled loose somewhere inside me. I pressed my lips together and stood up.Get out of your head, I told myself.By midday, hunger final

Aliyah's PovI don’t know how long it took before he finally stepped back.Time felt warped, stretched thin, then compressed into a tight, suffocating knot in my chest. The moment his weight shifted away from me, I slid down the door until I was crouched on the floor, my knees pulled to my chest, my breath coming out in short, broken gasps. My lips burned. My hands trembled so badly I had to clench them into fists just to keep them still.I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t.The room felt smaller than it ever had before, the walls closing in, the air heavy and stale. My heart was still racing, pounding so loudly in my ears that I barely registered the sound of his footsteps moving away. When the door finally clicked shut behind him, the silence that followed was almost worse.I pressed my forehead against my knees and squeezed my eyes shut.This was my life.A marriage that looked flawless under bright lights and flashing cameras, but rotted from the inside out. A man who knew exactly wh

~Aliyah's Pov~His lips lingered against mine long after the kiss should have ended.I felt it first in my chest, a slow, dizzy warmth spreading outward, loosening something I’d kept tightly locked away for far too long. My hand was still pressed against his bare chest, and only then did I fully register how warm his skin was beneath my palm. Solid. Real. Not imagined.I pulled back just slightly, enough to breathe.Dominic didn’t chase the kiss. He didn’t rush me. Instead, he rested his forehead against mine, his breath uneven, as if he were grounding himself just as much as I was.“You okay?” he asked softly.I nodded, though my voice came out barely above a whisper. “Yes.”And I meant it. More than I had meant anything in a long time.His hand was still at my waist, fingers splayed lightly, respectful, but the closeness, the heat between us, made my knees feel weak. I could feel my pulse everywhere. In my throat. In my fingertips. In the place where our bodies almost touched but di