All Chapters of The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 102 Ethan's POV I took a deep breath and tried to conceal my anger. I loved Bryan. We'd been friends since forever, who'd built our careers side by side, who'd been there for each other through every major life event. And sitting here, watching him bare his soul about his feelings for Cynthia, I tried to understand him. Bryan didn't know my actual feelings for Cynthia. He thought I'd never loved her, that I'd chosen Anna, that I was only with Cynthia now because of Amber. And he respected me enough to tell me this to my face instead of going behind my back. That had to count for something. Even if it was tearing me apart. "Have you told Cynthia yet?" I finally brought myself to ask, my voice surprisingly steady despite the turmoil raging inside me. Bryan shook his head. "No. Not yet. I wanted to talk to you first. Make sure you were okay with it." Relief flooded through me so intensely I almost sagged in my chair. He hadn't told her yet. That meant I still h

Chapter 104 Ethan's POV She looked so beautiful this morning, and then I realized how much more I'd fucked up big time. That was why so many men wanted her in their lives now. Bryan, who'd just declared his intention to pursue her last night. Nikolai Cross, the boy i underestimated was the heir to Cross Energy, who just lost his father and is about to become chairman. Then, there is Kevin Laurent, the annoying F1 racer that had dared show up in the hospital like he was practicing how to be a step dad. And that mystery man with the kid I'd seen her with at the restaurant — someone I still hadn't identified. Those were just the people I knew about. Who else would be after her that I didn't know? How many other men had recognized what I'd been too blind to see? And these men weren't just ordinary men. They were men I couldn't easily compete with. Men of the same caliber as me, or even wealthier, like Nikolai. Successful. Established. Men who hadn't spent eight years

Chapter 106 Cynthia's POV During the class, I was in the middle of explaining the importance of supply chain management in maintaining restaurant quality when I noticed Nikolai. He'd walked in quietly and taken a seat at the back of the lecture hall, his arms crossed, watching me with that intense focus he always seemed to have. Listening to every word like it mattered deeply to him. It was uncomfortable. Not because he was doing anything wrong, but because I could feel his eyes on me, tracking my movements as I gestured at the presentation slides, as I wrote key points on the whiteboard, as I answered students' questions. I tried to ignore him and focus on my students, but my awareness of his presence never quite faded. After the class ended and students began filing out, chattering amongst themselves about their upcoming final projects, Nikolai approached me at the front of the room. "That was excellent," he said, his accent making the compliment sound even more forma

Chapter 108Cynthia's POV I looked at my wristwatch, and it was time for school pickup. There was no way Ethan had sent Anna here knowing fully well that I was going to pick up Amber after school. We'd discussed it this morning. Amber had even told him directly not to send anyone. Did Ethan do this to spite me? Well yes, he always enjoyed seeing me miserable, so this wouldn't be new. This was exactly the kind of thing he would do—undermine me, make me feel small, remind me that Anna still had access to his life and his son. I hopped out of my car and approached the waiting area, my heart pounding with a mixture of anger and anxiety. I could see them through the glass doors — Amber and Anna standing near the entrance. Amber had seen Anna, and his expression had shifted immediately. He hadn't sighted me yet, but he was so disappointed to see her. His shoulders had slumped, his earlier excitement completely drained from his posture. This made my heart melt. My boy was actually e

Chapter 110 Cynthia's POV Amber and I dropped by a restaurant to buy ice cream—a small, family-owned place he insisted made the best chocolate chip in all of Missford. As we sat in a corner booth with our cones, Amber suddenly reached into his backpack and pulled out an envelope. "I have something for you, Mom," he said, his voice taking on that shy quality he had when he was nervous about something. "What is it, sweetheart?" "It's a present. I wanted to give it to you the first time we were supposed to meet, but..." He trailed off, and I felt that familiar stab of guilt. "But you weren't able to make it. So I kept it and I've been waiting for this day to give it to you." He held out the envelope, which had been wrapped carefully with tape, decorated with crayon drawings of what looked like flowers and hearts. My throat tightened with emotion. "Amber, you didn't have to..." "Please don't open it until you get home," he interrupted, pressing it into my hands. "Promise?