Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire Ex-Wife’s Scandalous Revenge: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

~Aliyah's Pov~I stayed still for a long time.Long enough that my muscles began to ache. Long enough that the rhythm of his breathing behind me slowed, deepened. Each inhale and exhale pressed against my back, heavy and steady, and with every second that passed, I told myself the same thing over and over.He’s asleep.The thought brought a fragile sense of relief, like stepping onto thin ice and hoping it would hold.Carefully, so carefully, I shifted my hand down to his arm. My fingers trembled as they brushed his wrist. I tried to ease his hand away from my waist, moving slowly, gently, like one wrong motion might wake him.The instant I applied pressure, his grip tightened.Not reflexively.Deliberately.My breath caught in my throat.“So,” his voice came, low and sharp against the silence, “why do you so badly want to remove my hands, Aliyah?”Every part of me froze.My mind went blank, my body rigid, caught between fear and disbelief. He wasn’t asleep. He had never been. I could

~Aliyah’s Pov~The house felt different after that morning, quieter, but not in the comforting way. It was the kind of quiet that came from something unfinished, something lurking just beneath the surface, waiting to rear its head again.I spent most of the day moving from one room to another without any real purpose. I tried reading. Tried watching television. Tried pretending my mind wasn’t replaying last night in cruel fragments. Nothing held my attention for long. My thoughts kept circling back, stubborn and restless.By afternoon, I gave up and retreated to the small balcony outside my room. The air was warm, carrying the distant sounds of traffic and life beyond these walls. I leaned against the railing, closing my eyes as the breeze brushed against my skin.For a moment, I let myself imagine what peace would feel like.Not the kind staged for cameras. Not the fragile calm that shattered the moment Ronald’s mood shifted. Real peace. The kind that didn’t require walking on eggshe

~Aliyah’s Pov~I didn’t understand what was happening at first.I was still holding the glass, condensation dampening my fingers, when the soft hum of conversation shifted. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t sudden. It was subtle, the way a room changes when attention tilts in one direction.A ripple.A murmur.Then silence began spreading outward like a stain.I noticed heads turning.Not toward the stage. Not toward Ronald.Toward me.My grip tightened around the glass as a strange, crawling sensation crept up my spine. I followed their line of sight slowly, my pulse beginning to thud in my ears.The large screen at the front of the ballroom flickered.At first, I thought it was part of the program, some slideshow, some corporate presentation.Then I saw myself.My breath left my body.The image was clear. Brutally clear. My hood pulled slightly over my hair, stepping out of a car. The angle is unmistakable. The building behind me is unmistakable.Dominic’s apartment.A sharp ringing filled

~Ronald’s Pov~The moment the screen lit up. At first, I thought it was some kind of mistake, wrong file, wrong footage, some technical incompetence that would be fixed in seconds.Then I saw her face.Aliyah.Clear. Undeniable.Sneaking into Dominic’s building like some careless amateur. Looking over her shoulder. Walking in as if she had nothing to lose.My stomach dropped, but not from heartbreak.From humiliation.The ballroom went silent in waves. Conversations cut off mid-sentence. Glasses froze midair. Every pair of eyes shifted from the screen… to me.Not sympathy.Not shock.Judgment.The next clip played. The kiss.My jaw locked so tightly I felt pressure behind my eyes. My ears roared, but I could still hear the murmurs beginning to ripple through the room.“Isn’t that his wife?”“I thought they were solid.”“Public image…”Public image.That was the part that burned the most.She didn’t just betray me, she did it recklessly. Sloppily. In a way that made me look like a fool

~Dominic's Pov~The door slammed shut the second Ronlad stepped out.The sound cracked through the apartment like a gunshot, the force of it rattling the frame and vibrating through the walls. The echo lingered long after his footsteps faded down the hall.Then came the silence.It swallowed everything.And somehow, it was louder than the pounding had been.For a moment, I just stood there.Breathing.In.Out.My chest rose and fell too fast, each inhale scraping against my throat. The room feels smaller now. Thicker. As if the air itself had weight.My nose throbbed where his fist had connected. The pain pulsed in time with my heartbeat, hot, sharp, insistent. I lifted my hand slowly, pressing my fingers against it, wincing at the tenderness. When I pulled my hand away, there was still blood on my fingers.Bright.Fresh.Proof that the last ten minutes had not been some adrenaline-fueled blur.“You don’t own her.”The words I had thrown at him replayed in my head.Over and over.I ha