All Chapters of Back In The Arms Of My Billionaire Ex Husband : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Reese hung up only to turn around and see Danae standing in front of her, her arms folded across her chest, eyes glaring daggers.Danae suddenly smirked as she began to clap. “Just wow, Reese, who would have thought you were such a conniving bitch who hides under the pretense of being innocent?”The shocked expression still lingered on Reese’s face as she stared at Danae with mixed emotions, unaware of what to say, knowing fully well Danae heard her entire conversation.Reese couldn’t help but think Danae would inform everyone, and then the Montclairs would turn their backs on her, and she could kiss Dante goodbye. The thought sent shivers down her spine.“What do I do now? Think!” Reese said to herself inwardly.“Danae, I’m so sorry!” Reese broke into tears as she fell to the ground dramatically. “What was I supposed to do? I am helplessly in love with your brother and I couldn’t sit back and watch him slip from my hand!”Danae balled her fist, her chest rising and falling with rapid

“Dante! Dante!” Ashley ran after him, her voice shaky and desperate, each step fueled by panic. He finally stopped beside his car, one hand buried in his pocket as if he needed something to hold onto. When he turned around, his expression was cold, so cold it made her heart drop.“Let me explain,” she said breathlessly, trying to steady her voice.Dante let out a small, bitter smile, the kind that hurt more than yelling. “There’s nothing to explain, Ashley.”He reached for his car door, but she quickly grabbed his hand, her fingers trembling.He pulled away instantly, like her touch burned him. “We shouldn’t be doing this. I’m sure your little friend is inside, waiting for you to continue whatever I walked in on.”The words hit her like ice water, freezing her in place.“Wait… you really think something happened between me and Simon?” she whispered, unable to believe he even considered it.“What else am I supposed to believe?” he snapped back sharply.He pulled out his phone and pushe

“What does he even want?” Dante spoke suddenly, his voice low but sharp, making Ashley flinch.She reacted immediately, placing her palm over his lips. “Keep it down!” she whispered urgently, her eyes darting toward the door as her heart raced.Dante scoffed, gently pushing her hand away. “Is he your new boyfriend now?” he asked, lowering his voice but unable to hide the irritation beneath it.Ashley said nothing. Her silence only fueled the tension in the room.Dante straightened up at once, adjusting his shirt as though gathering what remained of his composure. He grabbed his suit jacket from the edge of the bed and moved toward the door without another word. When he opened it, he walked straight past Asher, who stood frozen in the doorway, confusion written clearly across his face.A moment later, Ashley stepped out as well, taking a second to fix her hair and steady her breathing.“Hey,” she said softly.“Are you okay?” Asher asked, concern evident in his tone.She nodded quickly

Dante stepped into the apartment and immediately felt the weight of someone else’s presence.The lights were dim, the air thick with the faint smell of wine. His jaw tightened as his eyes landed on the familiar figure sprawled comfortably on his couch, legs crossed, glass in hand.“Bro, you’re back,” Danae said casually, lifting her glass slightly.Dante stopped in his tracks. “What are you doing here?” His tone was sharp, clipped.She shrugged, unbothered. “I figured you might need company. Judging by your face, I was right.”He didn’t answer. Instead, he loosened his tie, walked over to the minibar, and poured himself a stiff drink. He downed it in one go, the burn barely registering. Then he poured another and sank into the couch beside her.Silence settled between them.“Where were you?” she asked softly. “Let me guess… Ashley?”He didn’t respond. His silence was answer enough.Danae sighed. “You know, I’m not her biggest fan. But even I can tell you’re not okay.”He let out a low

Ashley had just finished work when she noticed something was off.Asher hadn’t brought her coffee.He was never late. Never forgot.She stepped out of the building, her bag slung over her shoulder, irritation bubbling beneath her calm.“Wow,” she muttered, scanning the parking lot. “He really forgot my birthday.”Then she saw him.Asher leaned casually against his car, one leg crossed over the other, sunlight catching the edges of his smile. He looked effortless, but something about the way he was standing made her pause.She stopped short. “Ash… what are you doing here?”He straightened, turning toward her. “Happy birthday, Ash.”Only then did she notice the bouquet of red roses in his hand. Her expression softened despite herself. “Thank you.”“Shall we?” he asked, opening the car door for her.She hesitated. “Where are we going?”Asher’s smile widened, unreadable. “Why don’t you just wait and see?”Ashley buckled in as Asher closed the door gently behind her. The car pulled onto th