All Chapters of Back In The Arms Of My Billionaire Ex Husband : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ashley woke up earlier than usual. She quickly slipped into Dante’s shirt before stepping out to the balcony to watch the sunrise.She smiled, recalling how last night went, as she gazed down at the garden from his balcony. Suddenly, she felt an arm wrap around her waist from behind.Dante buried his face in her neck and whispered in a husky voice, “You look so beautiful in my shirt. Why are you up so early?”Ashley turned around to meet his gaze.“Last night felt too good to be true,” she said softly. “A part of me thought it was all a dream.”“Same here, Ash,” Dante murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.“I guess we’ve been through so much together that we forgot we deserve happiness too.”Dante sighed. “I know, Ash.” He held her waist gently, guiding her back into the room.After they freshened up, Dante dropped Ashley off at home before heading to the company. The moment Ashley stepped inside, she froze. Tristan was standing by the door with a mischievous smile on his face.“W

Ashley wore a black and white checkered knee-length skirt with a matching blazer. She paired it with her red stiletto heels and pearl earrings that danced lightly against her neck.Her hair was styled in a loose bun, with two soft curls framing her face. Her makeup was light—barely there, yet effortlessly elegant.Standing before the towering Brighton building, Ashley felt a wave of nervousness wash over her. The place she once ruled now felt strangely foreign. She had walked through these glass doors countless times before, confident and collected, but this time felt different. This time, she was walking back as the woman who had fallen and risen again.She took a deep breath and stepped inside.The receptionist looked up and immediately broke into a warm smile.“It’s good to have you back, Ms. Kingsley.”Ashley returned the smile, her tone calm but sincere. “I’m happy to be back too.”She walked past the front desk, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor, and stepped int

Ashley walked out of the company, later than usual. She had stayed back to avoid the weird stares and whispers from the employees. Her plan was to get home after work, bury herself in reports, and pretend the morning hadn’t happened.When she walked out of Brighton’s glass lobby, a familiar black car was already waiting by the curb.The driver stepped out and opened the door with a polite nod. “Mr. Montclair’s instructions, ma’am.”She hesitated. “Is he expecting me?”“Yes, ma’am.”Ashley almost refused. Almost. But exhaustion and curiosity outweighed her pride. With a quiet sigh, she slid into the backseat.When the car stopped in front of Dante’s residence, she braced herself, not for confrontation, but for the calm she didn’t know she needed.Upstairs, Dante was waiting.The penthouse glowed in low amber light. No grand gestures this time, no suits, no business talk, no expensive champagne. Just him, dressed down in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up, standing by the kitchen counter

The day after the scandal broke, both companies bled in silence.At Brighton Group, the atmosphere was tense enough to cut through. Every conversation was a whisper, every stare a blade. Ashley walked through the hallways she once commanded with confidence, now feeling like an intruder in her own office.The HR director wouldn’t meet her eyes. The interns went quiet the second she entered the elevator. Even the receptionist, who used to smile every morning, pretended to type.A meeting was held called. “Crisis Communication.”Ashley sat across from her boss and Simon, her boss, who looked ten years older overnight. His tie was loosened, his expression grim.“Ms. Kingsley,” he started, voice heavy, “the board is panicking.”“I know,” she said quietly. “I’ve seen the numbers.”Brighton’s stock had dipped three percent since morning. Sponsors had paused collaborations. Every hour, another article questioned the company’s “ethics.”Her boss exhaled. “They’re calling for a temporary suspen

By the next morning, the cruel headlines had begun to fade away. Within just a few hours, the public’s opinion had shifted completely. The same people who once dragged Ashley through the mud were now singing her praises, calling her strong, graceful, and misunderstood.As the chaos died down, Ashley couldn’t have felt more grateful to have Dante in her life. She smiled softly as she walked into the living room holding a tray.“Here’s your breakfast,” she said, handing him a plate of toast.Dante took it with a faint smirk. “You made this yourself?”Ashley nodded and sat beside him on the couch, watching him take a bite. “Thank you for everything, Mr. Montclair,” she said warmly.He glanced at her, his expression softening. “I told you, I’d take care of it,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair away from her face before stroking her hair gently.Ashley’s eyes lingered on him for a moment before her tone dropped. “But… who could have done this to us?” she murmured, more to herself than