All Chapters of We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back (Billionaire Contract Wife): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Paris always had a way of softening everything—fear, pain, memories, wounds. Maybe it was the gentle light, or the way the sky always seemed a little clearer after years of storms. Or maybe it was simply because Paris had been our home for six long years. Mine and my children’s.My two kings.Even now, as I drove down one of the familiar boulevards with cafés lining both sides and people strolling beneath pastel umbrellas, their laughter filled the backseat and wrapped around my heart like the warmest blanket.“Mom, pleeease,” Darling stretched the word dramatically, leaning forward between the seats. “Take us shopping. You promised!”Dillion immediately joined in, his small face turning serious even though his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Yes, Mom. We’ve been very good boys. We even cleaned our room.” He placed a palm over his chest like a knight pledging allegiance.I gave them a suspicious look through the mirror. “Cleaned? Really?”They exchanged a guilty glance.Darling tried to

I didn’t even realize how tightly I’d been gripping my phone until my fingers began to ache. The call with the twins had ended minutes ago, yet it still felt like their voices were echoing in my ears—soft, excited, sweet, the only two sounds that could pull me out of any dark place.I exhaled shakily, stepping out of the terminal and into the bright, open air of the city I had once run away from… and somehow returned to again.Six years later, and the city still smelled the same—faint rainfall, engine smoke, warm bread from the café outside the airport, and something heavier… memories. Too many memories.My heart pulsed uncomfortably, a familiar ache pushing against my ribs.I lifted my luggage handle and walked toward the taxi lane, blending into the wave of arriving passengers. My steps were steady, but inside I felt like I was walking on trembling ground. The twins were safe in Paris with Adrian, but I still hated being away from them. Even for a day. Even for a second.Especially

Night crept over the skyline like a bruise — dark, swollen, heavy — as I worked through the last stack of documents on my desk.My office lights were the only ones still on in the entire building. Their cold glow matched the feeling in my chest — emptiness, exhaustion, a strange ache that had settled inside me for years and refused to leave.The city below looked alive, but I felt nothing.I flipped another page. I had been staring at the same figures for ten minutes. None of it processed. Everything blurred.I hadn’t slept properly in days. Not since returning to this city… not since that voice at the airport…That voice.Alice.No.I pushed the thought away.I closed the file and leaned back in my chair, loosening my tie, pressing two fingers against the bridge of my nose.“Sir.” Noah’s voice broke the silence gently.I lifted my eyes.He stood at the door, posture stiff, concern written all over his face. He had been looking at me like that for months now — ever since that day at t

The moment the car door shut behind me, silence slammed into my skull like a hammer.The city lights of Paris flickered outside the tinted windows, but my mind felt darker… louder… heavier.“Drive,” I muttered.The chauffeur glanced at me through the mirror but didn’t dare ask questions. He pulled away from the curb smoothly, leaving behind the glowing entrance of the gala that I had escaped from the second the speeches ended.I couldn’t stand another second in that place.Not with Lillian clinging to me…Not with businessmen trying to force their shallow smiles at me…Not with the faint echo of childish laughter stuck in my ears.Those boys.My jaw tightened.I shut my eyes, pressing my fingers against them—but that only made the image sharper.Two boys.Both too familiar.Both painfully familiar.The first time I saw them… my chest reacted before my brain did. Like my heart recognized something my mind was too frozen to process.They moved with confidence, like they owned the ground

The jet hummed steadily beneath me, slicing through the clouds with its usual quiet arrogance. The cabin lights were dim, the curtains pulled halfway, the scent of aged leather and faint cologne lingering in the air. My bodyguards were seated a few rows back, pretending not to stare every time I shifted, as though the smallest movement from me demanded awareness.Noah sat to my right, typing rapidly on his tablet. He had been unusually silent since we boarded.Smart man. He knew I wasn’t in a mood for conversation.I wasn’t in the mood for anything.My jaw clenched as I leaned back, eyes closing—yet the moment I did, the faces appeared again.Two boys.Twins.Small, but with a presence that didn’t match their age.The first had stared up at me with a kind of bold curiosity—chin lifted, eyes wide, almost defiant.The second had a softer expression, but the same sharp spark under it.Something about them had hit me hard. Unexpectedly. Like déjà vu dipped in irritation.I wasn’t a man wh