All Chapters of Back In The Arms Of My Billionaire Ex Husband : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ashley knocked softly on the door, her knuckles barely grazing the wood, and waited. A moment later, Mr. Brighton looked up from his desk, recognition flickering across his face before a warm smile spread slowly.“Ms. Kingsley.”“Good day, sir. I hope I’m not disturbing you. I need to have a word with you,” Ashley said politely, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest.“Of course,” he replied, gesturing toward the chair opposite his desk. “Please, have a seat.”Ashley lowered herself into the chair, smoothing her skirt reflexively. She hesitated for a brief second before offering a small, nervous smile. Then she slid a white envelope across the polished surface of the desk toward him.“I don’t know if this is a convenient time, but I’d like to request a leave,” she said carefully.Mr. Brighton adjusted the rim of his glasses and opened the envelope, his eyes scanning the contents slowly, thoughtfully. When he finished, he leaned back slightly.“A month?” he repeated,

Dawn came quickly, light seeping through the curtains of Ashley’s bedroom. Dante stood before the mirror, adjusting his tie with practiced precision, his expression unreadable. The night had been short, yet his mind was already burdened with thoughts of work and unresolved matters waiting at the office.Ashley stepped closer from behind, her bare feet silent against the floor. She reached up, gently straightening his tie before wrapping her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. For a brief moment, Dante allowed himself to relax.“Are you sure you won’t wait for breakfast?” she asked softly, her voice still heavy with sleep.Dante met her gaze in the mirror and shook his head. Leaning down, he pressed a light kiss to her forehead. “I’m sorry. I really have to go now.”Ashley nodded in understanding, though a trace of disappointment flickered in her eyes. She knew Dante had unfinished business waiting for him at the company, and with their vacation scheduled for the n

Ashley fastened the last button of her sundress just as Dante stepped out of the bedroom, already dressed, his phone pressed to his ear.“Yes,” he said calmly. “Make sure the suite is ready before sunset. I don’t want any delays.”He ended the call as Ashley turned toward him, brows lifting in curiosity.“Where are we going?” she asked, amused. “You look like you’re plotting something.”Dante’s lips curved into a faint smile. “I didn’t like the hotel.”She blinked. “You booked it.”“And now I’m changing it.” He crossed the room and reached for her hand. “I found somewhere better.”“Ready?” he asked.Ashley nodded, slipping her fingers into his.Outside, the sun was already high, bathing the Italian city in warm gold. Their car pulled away from the hotel and began to climb higher, winding through narrow roads lined with cypress trees and ancient stone walls draped in ivy. Ashley leaned back against the seat, watching the city slowly reduce behind them, the noise fading into something q

Ashley was stretched out on the edge of the bed, scrolling idly through her phone when it began to ring. Simon’s name lit up the screen.She smiled before she could stop herself and answered. It was the first time he called since the day she embarked on her trip “Hey,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.“Finally,” Simon replied, his voice warm and familiar. “I was starting to think you forgot about us completely.”She laughed softly. “That’s not true.”“It kind of is,” he teased. “The office is boring without you. Meetings drag, coffee tastes worse, and nobody argues with me anymore.”Ashley shifted onto her back, staring at the ceiling. “I miss you guys too.” She exhaled loudly. “So when are you coming back?” Simon asked. “Because I swear, if you extend this vacation again—”His words trailed off as Ashley heard movement behind her.She glanced up.Dante had just walked into the room. He had just finished his online meeting with some investors. He’d loosened his t

The door clicked shut behind Julian and Mara, the apartment falling into a quiet that felt heavier than before.Ashley stood still for a moment, staring at the closed door as their footsteps faded down the hall. The laughter, the forced ease of the evening, lingered in the air like something unfinished.Dante loosened his tie slowly and set his phone on the counter. He didn’t look at her.Ashley moved toward the window, folding her arms around herself as the city lights blinked below.“So,” she said quietly, without turning around, “you studied medicine.”Dante exhaled, long and controlled. He had known this was coming.“Yes.”“And you were licensed,” she added. “You finished.”“Yes.”She turned to face him. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he crossed the room, then stopped, his hand resting on the back of a chair as though he needed something solid to hold him there.“Because it didn’t matter in the end,” he said.“That’s not true,” Ashley replied