Todos os capítulos de We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back (Billionaire Contract Wife): Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Two days later, the city felt louder than usual, even from inside the quiet walls I had built around myself.The news of Vincent with another woman was still trending, stubbornly refusing to die down. Every platform, every channel, every gossip page carried his name alongside hers. Alongside Lillian’s video.She had released it carefully, strategically. She never said it outright, never directly claimed she was the woman in the hotel with Vincent, but she did not need to. She was clever like that. She dropped hints, layered meanings, slow smiles, carefully chosen words. A glance here, a pause there. Enough for people to connect the dots themselves.And then came the video that made everything explode.Lillian walking out of the gynecology area.Her sunglasses oversized, her posture weak, her hand resting just slightly on her abdomen. No words, no explanations. Just the implication. Just enough to let the internet do what it did best.Speculate.Assume.Condemn.The whole internet was

" CEO Vincent, where should the wedding oh I meant, the engagement take place." Lillian's Mother asked.The words rang in my head long after the woman finished speaking. I nodded once, slowly, my expression calm, controlled, the way everyone expected the CEO of KNT to look. Inside, everything was anything but calm.“I’ll take care of myself,” I said coldly.The words sounded distant even to my own ears, like they belonged to someone else. Someone who did not feel the weight pressing on his chest. Someone who had not just watched the woman he loved walk out of his life with shattered eyes.I watched as Lilian and her mother smiled.Their smiles were perfect, practiced, satisfied. The kind of smiles people wear when they believe they have already won. Liliann’s hand brushed lightly against her stomach, subtle but intentional, as if the entire world needed to be reminded of what she represented now. Her mother’s eyes flicked toward me, sharp, assessing, as though measuring how well I w

Throughout the whole last night, I stayed awake.Not a single minute of sleep came to me. The lights in the office stayed on. The city outside kept breathing, moving, unaware that I was slowly unraveling inside my own head. It was a really busy night, but not the kind that came with meetings or documents. This one was busy with thoughts, doubts, calculations, and fear I refused to name out loud.Both Noah, both the bodyguards, were awake too. They took turns standing by the door, watching the hallways, checking their phones, pretending this was just another long night. I knew better. They knew better. Everyone knew something big was happening.I knew my boys were coming in from Paris tomorrow.That thought alone made my chest tighten.I stood up slowly and walked toward the glass wall, staring outside the company building. The city looked calm, almost mocking. Streetlights were still on, but the sky was already changing color. Pale light crept in between the buildings, soft and quiet.

Boss, Noah called, entering inside the room.I was in front of the mirror, halfway dressed, my suit jacket hanging open as my fingers worked mechanically on my collar. His voice cut through the quiet, sharp and careful, like he already sensed something was wrong.“ Sir about Miss Alice?” he said.My hands froze.I slowly lifted my eyes to my reflection, my jaw tightening, my throat suddenly dry.“Is she leaving?” I asked, my voice low, dangerous, my fingers still gripping the collar.“Yes,” Noah replied carefully. “My men already reported a few minutes ago. She was at the airport.”My chest tightened so hard it almost hurt.“No,” I said sharply.The word came out before I could stop it.No.“What about Morgan?” I asked immediately, turning to face him now. “Is she with her?”“Yes, boss,” Noah answered. “She was also with madam.”I clenched my fists so tightly my knuckles went white.“Leave,” I said.Noah hesitated for half a second, then nodded and stepped out, closing the door quietl

Earlier this morning, right after we left the airport, something about Morgan felt off. Not off in a bad way, but off enough that I could not ignore it. Normally, by this time, she would have been insulting Vincent nonstop, calling him every name in existence, swearing she would skin him alive if she ever got the chance.Morgan never held back when it came to him. But today, she was quiet. Too quiet. Worse, she was actually defending him.She sat beside me in the back seat, arms folded, eyes staring straight ahead like she was guarding a secret she refused to share. Every time I glanced at her, hoping to catch something on her face, she avoided my eyes, pretending to be deeply interested in her phone or the view outside the window. It made my chest feel tight.The boys were unusually silent too, seated between us, their little hands resting on their laps, behaving far better than usual. They had already sensed that today was not normal. Children always knew before adults did.As t