All Chapters of TRAPPED AS THE CEO'S ex-wife : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lena's POV I woke up the next morning feeling lighter, like I had finally decided to stop carrying a weight that was never mine to begin with.After thinking about it all night, I chose to let it go.I would not ask Lucian about Belle. If he wanted to talk about her, he would. If he did not, that was fine too. Everyone had a past, and I knew how painful it was when someone kept reopening wounds you had worked so hard to close.Those memories were his, not mine.So I decided to close that chapter quietly, without drama, without pressure.I promised myself I would be supportive. I would show Lucian that I trusted him, that I was not here to interrogate him or force him into confessions he was not ready to make. Sometimes love was not about knowing everything. Sometimes it was about patience.With that resolve, I walked into the company that morning wearing my brightest smile.The lobby felt unusually calm. The hum of the air conditioner, the quiet chatter of staff, the clicking of heel

Lucian's POV I was so pissed with Lena that my hands were literally shaking as I shut my office door.Not the dramatic kind of shaking. The quiet, restrained one that comes when you are trying very hard not to explode in ways you cannot take back.She had crossed a line.Not a small one. Not a harmless mistake. A line that made me look unprepared, uninformed, weak in front of my own board. And what hurt the most was not the embarrassment. It was the trust.I leaned back against my desk and closed my eyes, dragging in a long breath. My chest still felt tight. Angry. Heavy.Tara had warned me. She had told me, very clearly, to keep things professional with Lena. To draw a line and stay on the right side of it.But I didn’t.Out of care. Out of affection. Out of that stupid softness I pretended I didn’t have anymore.And now here I was.I ran a hand through my hair, pacing the office. I was angry now, truly angry, but the thought that scared me most crept in anyway.This anger wouldn’t

Lena's POV I was supposed to still be asleep. My body felt heavy, wrapped in that lazy warmth that usually came after a night like the one Lucian and I shared. It had been intimate, quiet, the kind of closeness that did not need words. At least that was what I told myself when I drifted off beside him.But then I heard his voice.Low. Careful. Tense.I did not open my eyes. I stayed still, my breathing slow and even, pretending sleep while my mind slowly woke up.“You’re telling me Belle is in New York?” Lucian said into the phone.My chest tightened instantly.Belle.The name snapped me fully awake on the inside. Belle, as in the woman whose name had caused that strange flicker in his eyes. Belle, as in the past he said he was not ready to talk about. My heart began to thud, slow at first, then faster.I kept listening.“Okay,” he continued. “But are you sure this information is correct?”There was a pause, long enough for my thoughts to spiral.So she was really here.I heard him s

Lena's POV “Uhmm… yes, I know Mr Valentino. Any problem?” I asked.Belle shook her head almost too quickly, a tight smile stretching across her lips like it was practiced.“No problem at all,” she said lightly. “Just stay still so I can roll your hair nicely.”Her tone was calm, professional, but something had shifted. I could feel it. The air around us felt heavier, charged with words unsaid.I stayed still, my hands resting on my thighs as she worked. The soft hum of the curling device filled the room, rhythmic and almost soothing, yet my mind refused to relax.So it really was her.Lucian’s Belle.Any idiot could put the pieces together now. The hesitation. The sudden stiffness. The careful way she avoided my eyes after mentioning his name. I didn’t need confirmation. My instincts had already screamed it.I studied her reflection in the mirror while she focused on my hair. She was pretty. Not in a loud, intimidating way. It was softer than I imagined. Clear skin. Kind eyes. A calm

Lena's POV Xander finally woke up, stretching lazily like someone who had slept far too comfortably. I turned my face away quickly, pretending to be very interested in the curtains, even though my heart was already awake before the rest of me.We took turns showering, carefully avoiding awkwardness. Or maybe pretending it wasn’t there. By the time we were both dressed and ready to leave, the quiet tension from the morning had softened into something calmer, something almost familiar.The drive to his family house felt longer than it actually was. My palms were sweaty, and I kept adjusting my clothes even though nothing was wrong with them. When we finally arrived, the house was already buzzing with noise and laughter.Before I could even process it, the door opened and people rushed toward us.“Oh my goodness, Lena!” Xander’s mum exclaimed as she pulled me into a tight hug. She smelled like home, like warm spices and flowers. “I’m so glad you came.”I smiled genuinely. “I’m glad to b