All Chapters of We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back (Billionaire Contract Wife): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The hot shower felt like heaven running down my skin. Every drop seemed to rinse away the exhaustion of the flight, the meetings, the mall, and the endless whirlwind that defined my life in Paris. I stood under the steaming water longer than I needed to, letting my mind drift back to the soft arms that had wrapped around my waist just a few minutes ago—the eager, warm, little bodies of my sons clinging to me, and the tiny weight of Adrian’s daughter launching herself into my embrace.My heart tightened with a familiar ache. No matter how strong I was in front of the world—CEO of La Paret, international designer, the name fashion houses whispered with envy—nothing compared to the moment I walked into that home and felt four small arms holding onto me like I was their entire universe.And Adrian…Standing behind them, quiet but smiling, those deep eyes of his softening in a way they rarely had years ago.I wrapped a towel around myself and stepped out, still thinking about the way he sa

The morning had barely started when my office door swung open without warning.Noah barged in—again—his breath uneven, his tablet clutched in one hand as though the world was ending. My jaw tightened instantly. The one thing I hated more than incompetence was interruption.Especially before I’d even finished my first coffee.I didn’t bother looking up from the documents spread across my desk. “Noah,” I said coldly, “I swear, if you’re here to waste my time—”He swallowed. “S-Sir… Ms. Lillian is here to see you.”I paused mid-signature, exhaled, then continued signing as if he hadn’t spoken. “Tell her I am busy.”Noah shifted, clearly anxious. “Sir—she said it’s urgent.”“I don’t care,” I said, voice low, firm, slicing. “You can tell her exactly that. I am busy.”He nodded quickly and rushed out.Good. I went back to work. Meetings, reports, restructuring. Everything was endless, chaotic, demanding—and I preferred it this way. Work didn’t ask emotional questions. Work didn’t betray. Wo

The moment I stepped out of the elevator,the weight of the entire day pressed on my shoulders like stone. My temples throbbed from lack of sleep, the endless thinking burrowing into my bones. I could barely remember the last time I genuinely rested. Meetings, shareholders, overseas calls, reports, and now — this constant haunting presence of Alice’s name in every corner of my mind.Snowy stood by the car immediately, pulling the door open for me. The cold breeze brushed my face, stinging my skin as if urging me to wake the hell up. I lowered myself into the backseat, exhaling sharply. Snowy shut the door firmly and walked around to the driver’s seat.The moment the car rolled out of the company’s underground garage, silence surrounded me. Heavy, suffocating silence. My head fell back against the headrest.Then — ping.A single notification. Sharp enough to snap me out of that drowning haze.I blinked slowly and reached for my phone. The screen lit up with a message from an unsaved num

I pulled out my phone and dialed Noah.He picked up immediately.“Sir—”“Prepare the jet,” I said, my voice low. “We’re leaving for Paris in one hour.”There was no hesitation.“Yes, sir.”I ended the call.I didn’t bother returning to the company. I didn’t need another meeting, another round of pretended normalcy, or another second wasted. Whatever was happening had already moved past the borders of the city—straight into Paris.And Alice was there.I exhaled slowly, steadying myself.Snowy opened the car door for me, and as I slid inside, the engine revved and shot forward toward the private airstrip. My mind stayed locked on the unanswered questions tightening like wire inside my chest.I leaned my head back, eyes closed, letting the silence fill the space around me as the car sped through the fading sunlight.The jet was already prepared when we arrived. Noah stood beside the steps, checking documents, barking orders, finalizing the flight route. He straightened the moment he saw

The drive to the café felt like the longest stretch of road in Paris.The city outside blurred past the car windows—light, noise, motion—but none of it existed for me. My mind was still trapped inside the hospital file, inside the discovery that two lives had been stolen from me through a single sentence spoken six years ago.Alive. Twins.My fists tightened again.Noah kept glancing through the rearview mirror, worried, but he didn’t speak. He knew better. He understood the weight of silence when I needed it most.“We’re here, sir,” he finally said.I lifted my head and looked through the window.A small café. Quiet. Tucked away. Perfect for a man who didn’t want to be found.Noah got out first, scanning the area. I followed.As soon as we stepped inside, I saw him—an older man sitting in the far corner, back slightly hunched, cap pulled low over his eyes. His hands trembled where they rested on the table, and his shoulders rose the moment he sensed us approaching.Fear.Even before