All Chapters of Betrayed by Ex, Married to Billionaire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Nadine, wait!” Rafael’s voice echoed through the marble hallway of the hotel, cutting through the murmurs that still lingered after the scene in the restaurant.But Nadine didn’t stop. She walked briskly toward the elevator, her heels clicking like rapid heartbeats against the polished floor. The moment the doors slid open, she stepped inside, pressing the button with more force than necessary.Rafael slipped in just before the doors closed. He didn’t speak at first — he simply stood beside her, trying to catch his breath.“Nadine,” he said softly, his voice gentle but heavy with worry. “You shouldn’t let her words get to you.”She turned her head sharply, eyes blazing. “You think I’m letting it get to me?”“I—”“She humiliated me, Rafael. Again. In front of strangers. In front of you.” Nadine’s tone trembled between anger and exhaustion. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to be treated like dirt by people who once called you family?”Rafael’s jaw tightened. “I do. More than you th

Crystal chandeliers scattered prismatic light across the grand ballroom of the Imperial Hotel. Designer gowns brushed marble floors, plastic smiles glinted under camera flashes, and a string quartet’s soft notes threaded through the murmurs. The room smelled of perfume and performance; tonight’s charity gala was only a stage for something far crueller.Nadine moved through the glittering crowd with Sinta at her side. Her polite smile was a practiced mask; beneath it, a prickle of unease refused to be quelled.“Ma’am, every camera’s on you,” Sinta murmured, eyes flicking nervously toward a bank of media rows. “I don’t like this.”Nadine inhaled slowly. “Let them look,” she said, voice low. “If they want pictures, give them a picture. I have nothing to hide.”Rafael lingered at the edge of the room in a tailored tuxedo, pretending indifference while his gaze tracked Nadine like a hawk. He hated the way the Davins owned the space tonight. “Something’s wrong,” he muttered under his breath

The clinking of glasses stopped. The soft music that had been floating through the grand ballroom faded away, as if it too was holding its breath. Every eye turned toward the stage — toward one woman standing tall with a microphone in her hand.Nadine.The air grew tense, almost electric. The spotlight focused on her, illuminating her elegant white gown — a gown that now looked less like decoration and more like armor. Behind her, the massive LED screen still displayed the charity gala’s golden logo, sponsored by the Davin family. But in a heartbeat, that logo flickered — and changed.A video began to play.Rafael froze among the crowd, his eyes widening.“Nadine… what are you doing?” he whispered, though his voice was lost in the heavy silence of the hall.Nadine lifted her chin, eyes steady. “They’ve hidden behind their family name long enough,” she murmured, mostly to herself. “Tonight, the masks come off.”With a calm hand, she pressed the small remote in her palm. Instantly, the

The wind whispered softly through the courtyard behind the building — a quiet, hidden place where Nadine often worked alone these days. After the chaos of the public scandal, she had chosen silence. No cameras. No reporters. No hollow applause.Just the sound of her thoughts.The sky above was a muted gray, like a mirror of the heart she was still trying to mend — a heart covered in the ashes of her past.Footsteps echoed behind her. Slow. Hesitant. Familiar.She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.“Davin,” she said flatly.The man stopped a few meters away. His once-impeccable gray suit was wrinkled, his hair unkempt. The arrogance that used to define him had faded, replaced by something else — exhaustion. Regret.“I know I shouldn’t have come,” he began softly. “But I needed to talk to you. Just for a moment.”Nadine kept her eyes on the horizon. “What could you possibly say now, after everything?”Davin lowered his gaze. “I’m not here to defend myself… I came for my moth

Rain drizzled softly outside the hospital window, tracing silver threads across the glass. The rhythm was steady and calm, like a quiet heartbeat echoing through the sterile air. Inside, the room was hushed — only the faint, mechanical beeping of a heart monitor broke the silence.Nadine stood at the doorway, staring at the frail figure lying on the bed — Davin’s mother, the woman who had once destroyed her life.Her hand lingered on the door handle. A part of her still wanted to turn around, to leave, to let time deliver the justice she no longer had the energy to chase. But another part — quieter, kinder — urged her to step forward.With a deep breath, she pushed the door open.The elderly woman turned her head slightly. Her eyes, though tired, still carried a sharp glint.“So, you came after all,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.Nadine placed a bouquet of white lilies on the bedside table.“I didn’t come to satisfy anyone’s curiosity,” she said calmly. “I just… wanted to e