All Chapters of Back In The Arms Of My Billionaire Ex Husband : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Dawn came in the blink of an eye. Simon stirred in bed, the weight in his head pressing down on him. He groaned, scrunching up his face as he sat up.He looked around the room and realized he was home. The only thing Simon could remember was going for drinks with his colleagues… and then the restroom.“Oh no!” he shouted as the memory of making out with Kimberly hit him.“Fuck.” He slammed his fist against the wall, wondering how he could make such a silly mistake.Glancing at the time only made his mood worse. He was almost late for work. He quickly ran to the bathroom to freshen up.On his way to the office, he had already made up his mind to pretend nothing had happened between them, hoping she would understand it was just for fun.Simon barely made it to the office on time.He slipped into his seat, shrugging off his jacket and booting up his computer as if it were just another normal morning. But his mind was anything but calm. Every sound felt too loud. Every movement around him

By evening, a statement was released but not from the Montclair Group neither Dante. It was from Mrs. Eleanor Montclair’s lawyers.Ashley saw it first.She was sitting at the kitchen counter, holding a mug she hadn’t taken a sip from, when her phone buzzed again. Another notification. Another headline.Her chest tightened before she even opened it.OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM THE MONTCLAIR FAMILYShe swallowed and tapped the screen.The words were calm and polite. “Mrs. Eleanor Montclair strongly denies any form of coercion or wrongdoing. Any financial assistance offered in the past was meant as support during a difficult emotional period.”Ashley’s hands began to shake.“Support?”She kept reading.“The individual involved was emotionally unstable at the time, and certain messages are now being misunderstood and taken out of context.”Emotionally unstable.Ashley let out a small, broken breath.“Mrs. Montclair has never interfered with anyone’s personal medical decisions and has always

Simon read Ashley’s last message again.Still nothing.He checked the time, then his phone, then the road ahead. He told himself he was only driving over to make sure she was okay. Nothing more. If she didn’t want to see him, he wouldn’t push. He just needed to know she was safe.The streets were quieter than usual as he pulled up outside her building. He didn’t get out immediately. He sat there for a moment, engine running, fingers resting on the steering wheel, debating whether this was crossing a line.He was just about to turn the key when he heard his name.“Simon?”He looked up.Kimberly stood a few steps away, clearly surprised to see him there. She hesitated, then crossed her arms.“I didn’t think you’d actually come all this way,” she said lightly. “You really are doing the most for Ashley.”Simon stepped out of the car. “I’m just checking on her.”Kimberly tilted her head. “That’s funny. Because it looks a lot like more than that.”He frowned but said nothing.“So tell me,”

Dante met Julian at a quiet rooftop café, the city lights flickering in the distance. The place was empty enough for them to talk without interruption.“So,” Julian said, leaning back, “you finally decided to take your mother’s deal seriously?”Dante shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “It’s more complicated than that. She gave me access to everything, every lead, every name. But the more I dig, the more I realize just how smooth Reese was. She didn’t just ask questions… she knew exactly where to look.”Julian nodded slowly. “A good plan, a bad plan. Smart, but risky. Ashley’s innocent, we both know that. But getting the proof… that’s going to be tricky.”“Exactly,” Dante said, frustration in his voice. “The files weren’t publicly available. She somehow slipped into private folders without leaving a trace. Whoever taught her that… she’s thorough.”They sat in silence for a moment, weighing the problem. Then Julian’s eyes suddenly lit up.“CCTV footage?” he asked, leaning

Dante returned to his mother’s house late in the evening.The staff had already retired for the night, and the house felt unusually quiet. Mrs. Montclair was in the sitting room, a cup of tea untouched on the table beside her. She didn’t look up when he entered.“So,” she said calmly, “it’s done.”“Yes,” Dante replied. “Reese has been detained. The article is out. Ashley’s name is cleared.”Mrs. Montclair nodded once. “I saw.”He waited, expecting something maybe relief, satisfaction, even anger. But she only adjusted her shawl and took a slow sip of tea.“You went further than I expected,” she said at last.“I did what had to be done,” Dante replied. “And I didn’t do it for the family name. I did it because she was innocent.”Mrs. Montclair looked at him then, really looked at him. “And do you believe that changes anything between us?”Dante met her gaze. “It changes everything.”A pause settled between them.“I made mistakes,” she said quietly. “I thought I was protecting you. Prote