Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

Chapter 201Kevin's POVI couldn't stop staring at the photo.Even as I sat behind the wheel of my car, engine idling in the parking lot, my eyes kept drifting back to my phone screen. Back to the image that had shattered something fundamental in my understanding of my own brother.Julian.Kissing a man.My hands tightened around the steering wheel until my knuckles went white.It couldn't be real.This was the age of AI, deepfakes, digital manipulation. Anyone with basic software could fabricate a photo convincing enough to fool the untrained eye. People did it all the time—created scandals, ruined reputations, spread lies that looked like truth.That had to be it.Someone was trying to damage Julian's reputation. Maybe a jealous colleague. Maybe someone who resented his success, his brilliance, his reputation as one of the most sought-after surgeons in his field.It made sense.It made more sense than the alternative.But even as I tried to convince myself, doubt gnawed at the edges

Chapter 203Ethan's POVThe Walker mansion had never felt this empty.I pushed through the front doors with more force than necessary, the heavy wood slamming against the wall as I stumbled inside. My chest was heaving, my legs trembling from exhaustion and adrenaline that had nowhere left to go."Amber?" I called out, my voice echoing through the cavernous entryway. "AMBER!"Silence.The kind of silence that pressed down on you, suffocating and absolute.Mrs. Daniels appeared from the hallway, her face creased with concern. She took one look at me—disheveled, wild-eyed, barely holding myself together—and her expression shifted to alarm."Mr. Walker, what's wrong? Where's Amber?""Is he here?" I demanded, grabbing her shoulders perhaps too tightly. "Did he come home? Did anyone bring him here?"She shook her head slowly, confusion and worry battling across her features. "No, sir. I just arrived and no one was home. What happened?"My hands dropped.The last thread of hope I'd been cli

Chapter 205Kevin's POVThe weight of everything I'd just discovered about Julian sat heavy in my chest as I approached the Laurent mansion gates. My mind was still circling around the same thoughts, the same questions, the same dread about what came next.Julian was gay.Tony Amaeli wasn't just a colleague or a friend.He was Julian's boyfriend.And Mom…God, what was Mom going to do when she found out?I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost didn't notice the commotion at the gate.But as my headlights swept across the entrance, I caught sight of the security guards gathered in a small cluster, their postures tense, their voices raised slightly.And in the middle of them stood a small figure.A child.I frowned, slowing the car instinctively.What was a kid doing here at this hour?One of the guards was speaking firmly, gesturing back toward the street. "I'm telling you, there's no one here by that name. You need to go home. Where are your parents?""I already told you!" the chil

Chapter 207Bryan's POVDamn.Damn.I'd been so close.My hands tightened on the steering wheel as I drove, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth ached. The memory of that moment on the beach replayed over and over in my mind like a film reel I couldn't shut off.Cynthia's face, inches from mine. Her eyes wide, vulnerable, glassy with unshed tears. Her lips slightly parted as she struggled to breathe. The way she'd frozen—not pulling away, not stopping me, just… waiting.I'd been seconds away from kissing her.Seconds away from finally crossing that line I'd been dancing around for months.And then Kevin's call had shattered everything.Part of me—a selfish, bitter part I wasn't proud of—resented the interruption.But the larger, more rational part understood that it had probably saved me from making a catastrophic mistake.Cynthia wasn't ready.She was grieving. Terrified. Overwhelmed. Kissing her in that moment wouldn't have been romantic or meaningful—it would have been taking advantage

Chapter 209Ethan's POVI was drowning.That was the only way to describe what the past few hours had felt like—like I was trapped underwater, lungs burning, vision blurring, struggling desperately for air that never came.The Walker mansion felt suffocating.Empty and suffocating at the same time.I sat in Amber's room, still clutching his stuffed bear, my eyes burning from tears I'd finally run out of. My throat was raw. My chest ached. Every part of me felt hollowed out, scraped clean of anything resembling hope or strength.My phone had been ringing nonstop.Work calls. Board members. Executives demanding updates on the company crisis. Investors wanting reassurances. Journalists fishing for statements.I declined every single one.I didn't care.None of it mattered.The only thing that mattered was Amber, and he was still gone.Or so I'd thought.When Cynthia's name flashed across my screen, I stared at it for a long moment, my thumb hovering over the answer button.Part of me wan