All Chapters of Trapped as the CEO'S ex-wife : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

✧ Isabella’s POV ✧ Well, let’s just say I’ve gotten used to it. The silence. The waiting. The small, strange kindnesses that come after storms. It’s how Felix has always been — unpredictable, confusing, sometimes soft, sometimes cold. Ten years. Contract or not, I stayed because I thought maybe, just maybe, I could see the man underneath all the chaos. But now… I don’t even know anymore. The air in the room felt heavy that morning, the kind of quiet that makes your thoughts louder. I had showered, brushed my hair, and changed into a simple white top and shorts. Nothing fancy. I tied my hair into a loose bun, my skin still slightly damp from the steam. Felix had left for work earlier than usual, which I assumed was to avoid talking about yesterday — about Julian, Morgan, everything. Typical of him. When things get too raw, he hides behind his work like it’s his armor. So I just sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through my phone, waiting for the knock that usually meant he’d sen

✧ Isabella’s POV ✧ Was I making the right choice? I kept asking myself that question over and over again, like a record stuck on repeat. Every time I tried to convince myself I was fine, that I didn’t need anyone, the silence around me proved otherwise. Maybe I was wrong for shutting people out. Maybe Morgan had only wanted to help in her own twisted way. But that slap... her words... everything between us felt too raw, too broken to fix right now. I had no one else. No family. No close friends. Just Felix. And maybe that was the saddest part of all — that the man who once ruined me was the same one I now leaned on. I sat by the window, watching the sky fade from orange to gray, my thoughts spiraling in circles. The city lights flickered below like tiny sparks of life, but I felt numb. Felix’s voice broke the silence behind me. “Overthinking again?” I turned slightly, seeing him standing by the doorway. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, and his expression was softer than usual

ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW I couldn’t sleep.Even with the faint hum of the AC and the soft ticking of the clock, my mind refused to rest. Every time I shut my eyes, all I saw was that glowing line on Felix’s laptop screen—Isabella’s Family – Location.What did that even mean?Was he tracking them? Why? And if so… for how long?After pacing the room for what felt like hours, I finally gave in. I tiptoed downstairs, careful not to wake anyone. The house was dim and silent, the kind of silence that makes your heartbeat sound too loud.The laptop was still where I left it. The screen had gone dark, but one tap brought it back to life. My hands were trembling slightly as I moved the cursor toward the file again.When I tried opening it, a small pop-up appeared.PASSWORD REQUIRED.Of course.Felix wasn’t careless. He’d always been sharp—meticulous, even. Trying to guess his password was like trying to read his mind.I took a breath. “Okay,” I whispered to myself. “Think like him.”I typed F

ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW The ride home was painfully quiet. The car engine hummed in the background, but inside, it felt like the air had been sucked out. I sat beside Felix, staring out the window, watching the city blur past in streaks of dull light. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying Jade’s words—every single one of them like shards of glass cutting deep. I didn’t even glance at Felix. I couldn’t. He kept his eyes on the road, his jaw tight, and his hands gripping the steering wheel harder than necessary. Not that I cared. Let him drive however he wanted. My heart was in too much chaos to notice. When we finally reached the house, I got out without saying a word. My steps felt heavy, my chest tighter with each breath I took. The moment I entered, I didn’t even bother taking off my shoes. I just collapsed on the couch. Tears burned behind my eyes, and before I knew it, they started pouring out. Quietly at first, then harder, rougher. My whole body shook as I buried my face in my h

MORGAN'S POINT OF VIEW I swear, that girl has no idea how much she drives me insane. Isabella. Sweet, clueless Isabella. Always acting like the victim when she’s the one who keeps running back into her own cage. I wasn’t trying to hurt her. I was trying to help her. Save her from the damn trap she called a marriage. But no, of course she doesn’t see it that way. In her mind, I’m the villain now.The funny part? I tried my best. I gave her a place to stay, food, support, everything. And then she slapped me. Me. All because I said what everyone else is too scared to say—Felix is a manipulative bastard.She already lost herself the day she decided to sign that stupid contract. Now she’s just existing. The deal’s over, yet she’s still in his house like some obedient pet. Girl, get a life!I sighed and rubbed my temples, pacing around my small living room. “Or am I the only one she’s annoying?” I muttered under my breath.They say I don’t understand. That I’m being harsh. But I do underst