All Chapters of From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

JULIAThe day started like any other, but there was a tension in the air I couldn’t ignore. Terra’s group had been whispering more than usual, eyes darting toward me with sly amusement. I gripped my bag tighter as I walked past, determined not to falter, determined not to give them any satisfaction.But today was different. I wasn’t just surviving—I had a plan. Small, subtle, but enough to change the rules, even slightly.First period passed in a blur of notes and quiet observation. Terra sat across the room, smirking, occasionally nudging her friends to whisper something cruel. I ignored them. Instead, I focused on my own work, intentionally completing tasks ahead of schedule, drawing attention not to my mistakes, but my efficiency.It wasn’t much—but it was enough to make one of her friends frown. Small cracks in their armor.During break, Terra’s group cornered me near the lockers. Her smirk was sharper than ever. “Julia, carrying your own books today?” she asked, her tone sweet bu

NEROThe morning stretched longer than it should have.The DeCavalcante mansion stood quiet, bathed in pale gold light that filtered through the tall windows. The marble floors reflected it like still water, perfect and cold. I’d been standing there for what felt like hours, though my watch insisted it was barely thirty minutes. The silence pressed against me, heavy with the kind of formality this house always carried.Terra’s house. My fiancée’s house.I shifted my weight, running a thumb along the edge of my watch. The faint ticking filled the air. I’d come early—she’d insisted on it. “Don’t be late, Nero, it’s our first official date as an engaged couple!” I’d agreed, of course. What else was I supposed to do? Say no to the DeCavalcante heiress, with her father watching my every move?The clock on the wall chimed faintly. Still no sign of her.I sighed quietly and looked toward the grand staircase, half-expecting to see her descend in one of her extravagant dresses, smiling like sh

JULIA If I had known he would be there, I would’ve never gone down that hall.One turn, one heartbeat too slow, and suddenly he was there.e looked almost the same. A little sharper maybe, older around the eyes, but still Nero.Still the man I’d spent far too long trying to stop thinking about.For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.The corridor blurred, voices faded, and the only sound that remained was the rush of blood pounding in my ears. His gaze flicked toward me and in panic, I turned too quickly, my foot slipping against the marble floor.The next thing I knew, I was sliding down like a fool.Graceful, Julia. Very graceful.Pain shot through my knee, sharp and hot. I bit down on a hiss, clutching the railing for balance. Someone gasped nearby, Phoebe’s voice.“Miss Julia!” she cried, rushing toward me. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, what were you running for?”“I wasn’t running,” I muttered, though my face burned like I’d been caught lying. “I just—tripped.”“Tripped?” She knelt bes

JULIAThe walk to school felt longer than usual that morning. The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint smell of wet pavement from the previous night’s rain. My shoes clicked against the cobblestones, a rhythm I tried to match with my breath, steadying myself before the day began.I knew I was already late, and the nagging awareness made my chest tighten. I told myself that the delay was trivial, that missing a few minutes wouldn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, but deep down, I knew better. Terra had insisted on a reason for me to be delayed, a test of patience, of control. And I had failed silently in my own way.By the time I reached the classroom, the door was already closed, and the faint murmur of students inside signaled the lesson had started without me. My stomach twisted. I hated being late, hated the scrutiny, hated feeling like I was constantly under watch, even when no one seemed to notice.I took a deep breath and pushed the door open quietly, slipping inside.

JULIAThe walk home felt peaceful in a strange way.The sky had turned into a watercolor of pale gold and lilac, and the wind brushed softly through the trees, carrying the faint scent of flowers from the nearby garden. After such a long, chaotic day, the quiet felt like a small gift. Each step loosened the tightness in my chest little by little.For once, I didn’t rush. I let myself slow down, breathing in the calm that came with the fading light.Maybe today wasn’t kind to me, but this moment was.By the time I reached the DeCavalcante estate, the sun was sinking low, casting long shadows across the courtyard. The gates stood open, elegant and familiar, welcoming me home like nothing had gone wrong at all.I slipped through quietly, hoping to make it to my room before anyone noticed. Usually, that worked. At this hour, the house was calm, caught between the end of the day and the beginning of dinner.But as soon as I stepped into the foyer, I heard voices. Deep, calm, and unmistakab