All Chapters of The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Chapter 151 Cynthia's POV"I need to go," I told Nathaniel, my phone still warm in my hand from Ethan's call. "Ethan just called. Our dog, Rex died, and Amber needs someone with him."Nathaniel looked up from his own phone, his expression shifting from the intense focus he'd worn moments ago to something more conflicted."You're going to the Walker mansion?" he asked carefully. "Now?"I nodded, already grabbing my keys from the side table. "Ethan has to go to the office. There's some emergency with the company. Amber's alone and devastated, and I…"“I’m sure there is a help in the house who can do that, Cynthia” I knew that tone, perhaps Nathaniel thinks I’m about to cross that boundary that we once talked about but this is Amber we are talking about. Why leave him all alone with a help when I can actually be there. “I am just going for Amber”"You can't say no to that boy," Nathaniel finished for me, a faint smile touching his lips despite the gravity of everything we'd just discus

Chapter 153 Cynthia's POV "Mom!" The moment Amber heard my voice outside his door, it flew open. His face was a mess — red, swollen, tear-streaked — but the pure joy that lit up his eyes when he saw me standing there made my heart clench. He threw himself into my arms so hard I stumbled back a step, but I caught him, holding him tight as fresh sobs wracked his small body. "I'm here, baby," I whispered into his hair, stroking his back in slow, soothing circles. "I'm here." "I thought…" he choked out between sobs, "I thought maybe you wouldn't come because, because it's here and I know you don't like being here anymore and…" "Shh," I said firmly, pulling back just enough to cup his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. "Amber. Listen to me. When you need me, I will always come. Always. Do you understand?" He nodded, his lower lip trembling. "I don't care where you are," I continued softly. "If you need me, I'm there. That's what moms do." Fresh tears spilled down his ch

Chapter 155Ethan's POVThere was already another vehicle parked outside—a white van with "Child Protective Services" emblazoned on the side.My stomach twisted.They'd actually come.Part of me had hoped they wouldn't respond so quickly, that maybe I'd have time to figure out another solution, some way to help Hayden without involving the system.But another part of me, the part that had seen that little girl sitting in her own filth, hungry and neglected, kicked across the room by her own mother knew this was necessary.Morrison and I entered the building just as two CPS workers were coming down the stairs, one of them carrying Hayden.The little girl looked so small in the woman's arms, her face pressed against the worker's shoulder, her tiny body limp with exhaustion. She wasn't even crying anymore—just silent, like she'd used up all her tears."Wait," I said, stepping forward.The CPS worker—a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and graying hair—turned to face me. "Are you the one w

Chapter 157Cynthia's POVI watched Amber disappear up the stairs, his footsteps growing fainter with each step as he headed toward his room. He didn’t look back. He trusted me enough not to. That thought twisted painfully in my chest.Only when I heard the soft, unmistakable click of his door closing did I allow myself to move.My knees felt weak, like they might give out at any second. My heart was hammering so hard I could feel each violent beat in my throat, in my ears, in the tips of my fingers. I stood there for a moment longer than I should have, listening, counting my breaths, forcing myself not to panic.Grace’s voice drifted through the open door leading to the veranda, smooth and unhurried, her tone casual and satisfied in a way that made my skin crawl. It was the sound of someone who believed she was winning.I moved quietly down the hall, keeping close to the wall as though it might somehow shield me. The marble floor felt too loud beneath my feet, every step an imagined

Chapter 159 Cynthia's POV I screamed, a raw, terrified sound that tore from my throat but it wasn't just my voice. Behind me, another scream pierced the air. Mrs. Daniels. Time seemed to slow and speed up simultaneously. One moment I was falling, certain I was about to hit the ground beside Grace, and the next I realized I wasn't falling. My hands had caught the railing. Somehow, in the chaos and terror, my fingers had wrapped around the metal bars, and I was dangling there, one story up, arms screaming with the strain, feet kicking uselessly in empty air. Grace hadn't been so lucky. I looked down and saw her crumpled form on the stone patio below, twisted at an unnatural angle, completely still. "Oh God," I gasped. "Oh God, oh God…" "Misus!" Mrs. Daniels' voice came from above me, panicked and shrill. "Hold on! Just hold on!" My arms were already shaking, muscles burning, fingers starting to slip against the smooth metal. "I can't…" I started. "Yes, you can!" Mrs. Danie