All Chapters of The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 32Cynthia’s POVThe music slowed, turning soft and intimate. Around us, couples drifted toward the dance floor, the gentle melody filling the hall.Kevin appeared at my side, that playful grin spreading across his face. He extended his hand with an exaggerated bow. “Can I have this dance, my lady?”I felt my cheeks warm. “Kevin, you know I’m terrible at this.”“Which is exactly why you need a skilled partner,” he said, wiggling his fingers impatiently. “Come on, Cici. I promise not to let you fall.”I laughed despite myself and placed my hand in his. He led me onto the floor with easy confidence, one hand settling at my waist, the other holding mine gently.The music swelled, and we began to move.True to his word, Kevin was patient with me.Every time I stumbled or stepped too close to his feet, he adjusted smoothly, guiding me through the steps like it was nothing. His movements were natural, practiced — probably from all those sponsor galas he was forced to attend before I

Chapter 34Cynthia's POVThe car ride home was suffocating. Jace sat behind the wheel, his posture straight and professional, eyes fixed on the road ahead. The low hum of the engine filled the silence between Kevin and me in the back seat. Kevin sat beside me. His hand drummed restlessly against his knee, and every so often, he’d glance at me like he wanted to say something, but the words never came.He is probably feeling guilty for not being with me on the dance floor. I was too sad to try to reassure him not to blame himself.I stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past. I was so hurt, I felt a huge lump in my throat and I was fighting it so well, I couldn’t afford to cry and hurt Kevin more than he is already hurt.I hadn't felt this terribly in a while, probably since the night I'd left Missford three years ago, certain I was going to die alone in Paris."Cici…" Kevin finally broke the silence, his voice rough."Don't." The word came out sharper than I intended, I

Chapter 36 Cynthia’s POVI smelled coffee before I even opened my eyes. For a second, I thought I was dreaming, it was that warm, cozy smell mixing with the sound of something frying. Then I heard Kevin humming off-key in the kitchen, followed by Julian’s voice snapping at him for almost burning the food again.I stretched beneath the sheets, feeling the dull ache of exhaustion from last night’s emotional chaos, then finally dragged myself out of bed.By the time I made it to the kitchen, the smell of pancakes was everywhere. Kevin stood at the stove, his hair a mess, wearing an apron. Julian was leaning against the counter with his coffee, arms crossed, looking unimpressed.Kevin looked up when he saw me. “Well, look who decided to join the living,” he said with a grin, flipping a pancake with unnecessary flair. “Sleep well, Cici?”“About as well as someone who got emotionally punched in the gut,” I muttered, sliding onto a stool. “What’s all this?”“Peace offering,” he said simply.

Chapter 38Cynthia's POVKevin crossed the finish line, securing first place in the opening race of the tournament. I was on my feet before I even realized it, clapping and cheering along with everyone else. Julian stood beside me, a rare smile on his face as he watched Kevin take his victory lap.Kevin's voice crackled through the team radio, breathless but triumphant. "That's what I'm talking about! Home soil, baby!"The energy in the VIP lounge was electric. People were congratulating each other, champagne corks were popping, and cameras were flashing everywhereI was so focused on the celebration below that I didn't notice someone approaching until a voice called out behind me."Mrs. Walker?"Damn! How many more familiar faces do I have to see? I turned around, my stomach twisting with apprehension.Standing before me was a woman in her late fifties, elegantly dressed with kind eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. Recognition hit me immediately.Mrs. Sam. Amber's headteacher from West

Chapter 40Ethan's POVI sat in my car, engine idling, watching the front doors of Westbridge Academy.I'd been doing this more often lately. Picking up Amber myself instead of sending Anna or the driver. Some misguided attempt at being present, at making up for... everything.I observed Amber had been different since he started noticing Cynthia’s absence. At first, I thought he may not really miss her because he didn’t care, it took him almost a month to realise that his mother wasn’t actually home and then he thought it was just his access to freedom, had fun with pregnant Anna, happily welcomed Hayden when Anna gave birth to her. He had so many unsupervised screen time and the last time I checked his results, it was still declining.And whose fault was that? Mine. Because I hadn't been the husband and father I should have been.But that still didn't give her the right to abandon him.Three years without a word, without asking to see her own son. And now she was back in Missford, pa