All Chapters of Betrayed by Ex, Married to Billionaire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The hallway outside Rafael’s apartment remained eerily silent, as if the entire building were holding its breath. Nadine stood frozen behind Rafael, her fingers digging into his sleeve. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, drowning out everything except the echo of that voice.A voice she had once prayed never to hear again.Rafael steadied his breath. “Nadine… tell me who he is.”Her throat tightened, memories she had buried clawing violently to the surface.“He’s someone from before Davin,” Nadine whispered. “Someone I thought had vanished. Someone who—”A sudden metallic click sounded outside.Rafael instantly pushed Nadine behind the kitchen counter.“Stay low.”The door handle twitched.Turned.Stopped.Then another soft knock.Three taps. Slow. Precise.Nadine’s breath hitched. She knew that pattern all too well.Rafael’s eyes darkened. He grabbed his phone and typed something quickly.“Building security is coming,” he murmured. “Just stay with me.”But Nadine shook her head, te

Rain hammered against the windows of Davin’s small rented workspace, turning the glass into a trembling sheet of gray. He barely noticed. His eyes were fixed on the screen in front of him—an archive of blurry photographs, encrypted files, and incomplete news clippings he had been digging through for days.A cold knot tightened in his stomach.He had hoped—prayed—that the shadows from his past had finally dissolved. That after leaving the city, after losing Livia, after rediscovering some semblance of sanity… he could finally breathe without looking over his shoulder.But the deeper he dug, the more familiar the pattern became.Dead ends that weren’t accidents. Accounts traced to shell companies he recognized from long ago. Anonymous threats buried in forums that matched an old digital signature. It was like watching the ghost of a nightmare slowly take shape again.The organization.The same one that had hunted him years ago.The same group he had testified against in court.The same

The evening air felt heavier than usual—thick, almost suffocating—as Nadine stepped out of the office building. It was past nine, the sky already embroidered with the dull shimmer of city lights. Most staff had gone home; security guards remained at their posts, but the corridors had grown too quiet, the silence long and deep enough to echo her footsteps.She pulled her coat tighter. The last few days had been unbearable—threat messages, Rafael’s growing worry turning into frustration, Davin uncovering terrifying fragments of an old organization. Nadine felt as though she was carrying their fears, their expectations, and her own exhaustion all at once.Her car was parked in the corner of the building’s lot, near the line of tall hedges. She hated how dark that corner looked tonight. The motion sensor lamp flickered, stuttering like a candle fighting against wind. She took a slow breath and walked toward it.Then she felt it.A presence.Not seen, but sensed—like someone was watching h

Rain fell in thin, icy sheets over the abandoned warehouse district at the edge of the city. Davin pulled the hood of his coat lower over his face as he walked, boots splashing through puddles that reflected broken streetlights. He checked his watch.11:58 p.m.Two minutes early.Good. He wanted to see who approached first.The text message he’d received earlier was burned into his mind:“You want answers? Come alone. Midnight. Dock 12.”No signature. No number saved. But the information hinted inside it had been too valuable to ignore.For weeks, Davin had been digging, connecting pieces of attacks, threats, and digital sabotage that pointed to an organized presence—one tied to his own horrific past. Every step closer made his chest tighten with dread, yet every moment he hesitated made Nadine and Rafael’s situation more dangerous.He couldn’t let fear win. Not now.A faint echo broke into the silence.Footsteps.Davin’s muscles tensed. He turned slowly.A man emerged from the shadow

Rafael had spent the past two nights sitting awake on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the unmoving darkness outside the window. Sleep refused to touch him—not after what had happened to Nadine at the office. The image kept replaying in his mind: her pale face, her trembling hands, the way her knees buckled when panic swallowed her whole. And the way everyone saw it—the entire team, frozen in shock as she broke down in front of them.He should have been there.He should have seen the signs earlier.He should have protected her.The guilt hit him in waves so strong he sometimes had to brace himself against the nearest surface just to breathe.Tonight felt no different.He looked at his reflection in the window—a silent silhouette with eyes red from pressure and sleeplessness. He could still hear her sobbing behind the bathroom door after they got home, softly, trying not to let him hear. As if she didn’t want to burden him further.But she was his to protect. His to