All Chapters of Betrayed by Ex, Married to Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Don’t.” Aruna’s voice cut sharply through the quiet living room. Leonard stopped mid-step, his hand still resting on the back of the chair. The tension between them was thick, heavy, like air before a storm. “Don’t what?” Leonard asked, turning slowly. “Don’t talk to me like that,” Aruna said, her jaw tight. “Not in that tone.” Leonard let out a short breath, clearly restraining himself. “I wasn’t talking to you. I was stating a fact.” Aruna laughed once—bitter, sharp. “That’s what you always say. ‘Facts.’ ‘Logic.’ As if those excuse everything.” Leonard straightened his posture. “We agreed to keep emotions out of this marriage.” “And yet,” Aruna shot back, stepping closer, “you’re the one acting cold, distant, and irritated as if I’ve done something unforgivable.” Silence stretched between them. Leonard’s eyes darkened. “You spoke to the board today without telling me.” Aruna blinked. “That’s it?” “That’s not ‘it,’” Leonard replied. “That was a strategic meeting. You were

“Why are you still awake?” Leonard’s voice cut through the quiet hallway, low and sharp. Aruna froze at the top of the stairs, her hand resting on the cold railing. She turned slowly, meeting his gaze from across the dimly lit corridor. “I could ask you the same thing,” she replied calmly. Leonard stood near the study door, his coat still on, tie loosened, eyes darker than usual. There was something off about him tonight—an edge she hadn’t seen before. “Couldn’t sleep,” he said curtly. Aruna studied him for a moment, then glanced at the half-open study door behind him. Papers were scattered across the desk inside. A faint light glowed from within. “That’s unusual,” she said. “You’re rarely restless.” Leonard’s jaw tightened. “You’re observant.” “I have to be,” Aruna replied. “In this house, silence often means danger.” Leonard didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he turned away and pushed the study door open wider. “Come in,” he said. “If you’re curious.” Aruna hesitated on

“Don’t wait up.” Leonard’s voice came from the doorway, calm and distant. Aruna paused mid-step, her fingers still resting on the edge of the dining table. She didn’t turn around immediately. “I wasn’t planning to,” she replied evenly. Leonard nodded once, as if that was all he needed to hear, then left. The door closed with a soft click—quiet, final. Silence settled. Aruna exhaled slowly and sank into the chair. The mansion felt larger when Leonard wasn’t around. Too large. Too empty. She stared at the untouched dinner in front of her and laughed softly. “So this is what distance feels like,” she murmured. “Cold… and strangely loud.” --- The days that followed were much the same. Leonard left early. Returned late. Sometimes not at all. They exchanged brief, polite conversations—nothing more. “Good morning.” “Good night.” “Dinner is at eight.” “I won’t be home.” No arguments. No tension. And yet, something inside Aruna felt increasingly restless. --- “Mrs. Arken, th

“Revan, answer me!” Celine’s sharp voice cut through the luxurious living room as she slammed her phone onto the glass table. Revan stood by the window, his tie loosened, his face dark and exhausted. Outside, the city lights shimmered mockingly—so close, yet slipping from his grasp. “I told you,” he said coldly without turning. “The deal is off.” Celine’s eyes widened. “Off? What do you mean off?! That client accounts for thirty percent of our revenue!” Revan finally turned, his jaw clenched. “They withdrew this morning. No explanation. Just… gone.” “No explanation?” Celine laughed nervously. “That’s impossible. They begged to work with us last year.” Revan’s gaze hardened. “Things change.” Celine’s fingers trembled as she picked up her phone again, scrolling through messages, emails—anything that might prove this wasn’t real. “Then call them back,” she snapped. “Offer a discount. Double the benefits. Do something!” Revan’s voice dropped. “I already tried.” Silence fell heav

“Mr. Revan, the client from West Harbor just canceled the meeting.” The secretary’s voice trembled slightly over the phone. Revan froze mid-step, his hand gripping the glass wall of his office. “What did you say?” he snapped. “I—I’m sorry, sir. They said they’re reconsidering their partnership. They mentioned… risk concerns.” Revan’s jaw tightened. “Risk? We’ve worked with them for three years!” “Yes, sir. But they said their board suddenly received… new information.” The line went dead. Revan slowly lowered his phone. The reflection staring back at him from the glass was no longer the confident man who once looked down on Aruna with contempt. Dark circles shadowed his eyes. His tie felt too tight. The office, once a symbol of pride, suddenly felt suffocating. “Damn it,” he muttered. He slammed his fist against the desk. --- “Revan! This is the third client this month!” Celine’s sharp voice cut through the air as she stormed into his office without knocking. Revan didn’t