All Chapters of We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back (Billionaire Contract Wife): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

(Alice’s POV)The sun was soft that morning, the kind that painted the garden in hues of gold and peace. I sat quietly beneath the cherry tree in Adrian’s garden, trimming away a few withered petals while the wind carried the faint scent of jasmine. A week had passed since I left the police station. The calm in this place still felt unreal — like I had stepped out of a storm and somehow landed in a world that didn’t know rain.For once, my heart didn’t ache when I breathed.The gentle hum of bees filled the air, and somewhere behind me, the gardener was watering the lilies. I was lost in the rhythm of it all — the sound, the silence, the small joy of being able to sit beneath open skies again — when my phone began to vibrate softly against the wooden table.I reached for it absently, glancing at the screen. “Old Butler ” flashed on the display.My heart gave a small leap.“Hello?” I answered quickly, my voice trembling just a little.The familiar old voice on the other end was bright

By the time the cab turned into Adrian’s estate, the last of daylight was fading behind the horizon. The sun hung low — a molten disk of gold sinking slowly into the embrace of evening clouds. Its glow spilled across the city in muted strokes of amber and bronze, touching the mansion’s tall iron gates with a faint glimmer.I sat in silence, my fingers curled lightly over the strap of my bag. The hum of the engine and the faint rhythm of the tires over the paved road filled the quiet space around me. Normally, this kind of evening — soft, golden, quiet — would have brought me peace. But tonight, peace felt foreign. The air inside the car pressed heavy against my chest, filled with thoughts I couldn’t shake.When the cab rolled to a stop, I lifted my gaze toward the familiar sight before me. Adrian’s mansion loomed ahead — tall, dignified, and surrounded by a garden that smelled faintly of lilies and fresh soil. The flowers were just beginning to close their petals for the night. The br

The steady hum of conversation filled the boardroom. The faint clicking of pens, the shuffle of papers, the soft hiss of the projector warming up — all familiar sounds that somehow made my heart race and calm at the same time.I sat quietly at the long oak table, my designs neatly arranged before me. Around me, the senior executives settled into their seats, murmuring to each other as they reviewed their own notes. The large KNT logo gleamed proudly on the wall above the screen, and the early morning sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows, painting everything in a soft golden hue.Vincent wasn’t there.For the first time in what felt like forever, the chair at the head of the table was empty. His absence carried its own weight — the kind of silence that once would have suffocated me. But today, it felt… liberating.I could breathe.I could speak.And maybe, for once, I could be heard without feeling like I was walking on glass.I glanced at the executives — a mix of familiar

The afternoon light was mellow, slanting through the cafeteria windows as laughter filled the space. James sat across from me, his sleeves rolled up, his tone easy and playful. We’d been talking for almost an hour — mostly about Paris. He spoke about it with so much life that I could almost see it through his words — the quiet cafés, the art streets, the way the city seemed to glow at night.He told me about the markets near the Seine, where people played music, danced, and painted under the open sky. About Montmartre — “the artist’s hill,” he called it — and the peaceful morning walks he took when he lived there.“Maybe you should visit sometime,” he said, sipping his coffee, his accent brushing softly at the end of every word.“Paris?” I laughed lightly, shaking my head. “That sounds like a dream.”“It doesn’t have to be,” he said, smiling. “Everyone deserves a break. Maybe one day, you’ll see it for yourself.”I smiled faintly. The way he said it — warm, simple — made me forget eve

Every where in the city was already glowing with soft amber lights by the time Vincent’s sleek car pulled out from the salon. The hum of the engine blended with the faint rhythm of jazz playing through the speakers. The ride was smooth and quiet at first, filled with the low, familiar sound of tires gliding along the wet asphalt after a brief drizzle.I sat quietly beside him, my hands folded neatly over the clutch resting on my lap. My heart fluttered in an uneasy rhythm, torn between curiosity and nervousness. The long green gown I wore brushed gently against my ankles, and the faint scent of roses from my hair filled the small space between us.I turned slightly to look at Vincent. He was focused on the road — face calm, jawline firm, and eyes sharp as usual. The dim golden light from the dashboard carved out the angles of his face perfectly, making him look unreal for a moment.“Are you nervous?” he asked suddenly, without taking his eyes off the road.I glanced at him quickly. “N