All Chapters of Ex Husband, Prepare To Burn : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1 - The Anniversary Gift

Elara's POV Where the fuck is he? I muttered to myself as I searched the Grand Hall for Ian, my diamond stilettos clicking sharply against the marble floor. Tonight was supposed to be special—our third anniversary and my twenty-fifth birthday. Ian had promised to make it a night I’d never forget. Well, he kept that promise. Just not in the way I expected. Guests laughed and clinked their glasses under the glittering chandelier. My eyes darted across the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of my husband—the man I had built my whole damn life around. The same man I once swore I’d love until my last breath. Earlier that evening, Ian had said, “Go on, babe. I’ll catch up shortly. Need to close my butterfly deal with Mr. Yan. His flight leaves tonight, and I can’t afford to lose a billion-dollar investment.” He’d brushed invisible dust off his lapel, kissed my cheek half-heartedly, and climbed into his car, leaving me standing there with confusion burning in my chest. Now, surrounded

Chapter 2 - Shattered

Elara's POV The streetlight above me flickered, throwing broken shadows across the driveway as I stood there, gripping the divorce papers like they were the only thing keeping me from falling apart. My hands were shaking so badly the pages rustled in the night air. I don’t even remember the drive home. Just headlights and rain on the windshield and my reflection staring back at me — a woman who’d lost everything in one evening. I swallowed the lump in my throat and unlocked the front door. My heels clicked faintly on the marble floor, echoing through the too-quiet house. Karen, our housekeeper, appeared in the hallway, towel in hand, eyes wide. “Ma’am… you’re home early.” Her voice trembled. The towel twisted in her wrinkled fingers like she was trying to strangle the truth before it escaped. “Why do you look surprised?” I asked, my voice hoarse from crying in the car for hours. It sounded foreign, brittle. “I just didn’t expect you,” she stammered, glancing toward the

Chapter 3 - The Night Everything Ended

Elara's POV My fingers trembled so hard I could barely unlock my phone. One deep breath. One last ounce of courage. Then I hit send — the recording, Ian’s confession, every single shred of betrayal he had thrown at me. I attached it all with a note that burned like poison on my tongue.> “Let’s see how calm you’ll stay when the world knows the truth, Ian.”A single tear slid down my cheek as the message whooshed away. My world was already in ruins, but at least this… this was my strike back. Let him feel the helplessness he made me live through.Just as I lowered the phone, another message came in.> “She is 3 weeks pregnant.”The words blurred.Pregnant.For a heartbeat, my body froze. Then it hit me like a tidal wave. I was carrying Ian’s child — the same man who had humiliated me in front of the world, who tossed me aside like I was nothing. A bitter laugh tore from my throat, cracked and hollow. Was this irony or punishment? I didn’t even know anymore.The wind was cold against m

Chapter 4 - The Rules of Love and War

Elara's POV “What are you thinking about, Mum?” Noah’s small voice pulled me from my thoughts.“Nothing much, dear,” I said softly, smiling at him. “I was just remembering the day I gave birth to my lovely triplets. I love you, my children.”“Mum,” Emily said, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “we know you’re going back to California, so we made some rules for you.”“Rules?” I raised a brow, laughing lightly as she handed me a folded piece of paper.“Yes,” Claire chimed in proudly. “These are the three golden rules — one from each of us. And don’t break any of them!”I smiled as I unfolded the paper. Their tiny handwriting made my heart swell.“The first rule,” I began, “says that I shouldn’t look at any other babies when I go to California.”They all giggled.“The second rule says… never give up on my job and keep working hard, as always.”Then I paused. My breath caught as I read the last line.“Why did you stop, Mum?” Noah urged.I swallowed hard and forced the words out. “The thi

Chapter 5 - The Game Begins

Elara's POV I followed Ian out of the fashion show and kept my distance, slipping behind a marble pillar in the corridor. My pulse was steady, trained to hide itself; my breath slow. From my hiding place I could hear him—low, flat—answering a call.“You need to hurry up with Camila,” his mother’s voice snapped. “You’re thirty-three. Do you think you’re still young? This isn’t the old days. Stop clinging to nonsense ideals. Marrying her will be good for our family’s reputation. You’re a businessman, Ian. You should know the benefits.”Her tone softened for one poisonous second. “As long as she can be a good wife, that’s enough.”My fists tightened. The same manipulation, the same woman who once praised me as the perfect daughter-in-law.Ian’s face didn’t move. “I know, Mum.”“You always say you know,” she said. “But you never act on it.”The call ended. Ian slid the phone into his pocket and exhaled. I ducked deeper behind the pillar, certain he’d sense something was off. I waited—the

Chapter 6 - The Hunt

Elara’s POV I forced my way through the crowd, pushing past flashing cameras and trembling guests until I reached the exit. My chest was tight, my breath quick. What happened tonight was enough to scare the hell out of Camila. And I didn’t even have to try too hard. Stay alive, bitch, don't die yet - I thought with a smirk. The worst is yet to come. Before I could reach the door, I collided with someone — hard chest, warm body — and fell flat on the marble floor. My bag slid a few feet away. I snatched it up quickly, ready to bolt, when a hand appeared in front of me. “Here,” the man said. I looked up. Sharp suit. Neat undercut. Cool eyes. And damn — he was beautiful. “I’m Liam,” he said, his voice smooth as sin, still holding my hand like it belonged to him. For a second, I forgot why I was even running. My pulse skipped, but I quickly pulled my hand back. Without a word, I turned and walked away. He frowned, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t arrogance — just survival

Chapter 7 - Who Are You?

Liam’s POV“Babe, you promised me the best designer gown when you return,” Avery’s sweet voice came through the phone. Calm. Confident. The kind of tone that could melt a man’s mind after a long day.A small smile tugged at my lips. “You should’ve come with me. You’re the company’s best model. Your taste in fashion beats half the people at this gala. My queen.”“I believe we already discussed this,” she said, chuckling softly. “My new contract doesn’t allow me to travel until I’m done with my current shoot.”“Yeah, yeah,” I sighed. “Still doesn’t mean I don’t miss you.”Before I could say I love you, Gwen’s hand tapped my shoulder.“Sir, it’s almost time. You’ll need to get off the phone.”“Alright. Love you, babe.” I slid my phone into my pocket and turned to Gwen. “Tonight, I want the best collection out there. The world needs to see us on top of every other damn designer.”“Yes, sir,” she replied, already scrolling through her tablet. But she was still standing there.“For Christ’s

Chapter 8 - Please Forgive Mommy, I'm Sorry

Elara’s POV The drive to the villa took longer than expected—thirty minutes of silence, broken only by the steady hum of the car engine and my racing thoughts. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles pale, heart still beating from the chaos of the gala. The night had started with confidence and ended with chaos. When my car finally pulled up in front of the private villa Mr. Sullivan had bought for me a week before my arrival in California, I let out a deep, shaky breath. The air around the estate was calm—too calm, as if the world itself had paused to watch me unravel. I opened the car door, ready to step out, when something small and black slipped to the ground. A card. I frowned, bent down, and picked it up. The name gleamed under the dim porch light—Liam Grant, written in bold golden letters, the kind of luxury design you’d expect from someone who lived to impress. “What the hell—how did this get here?” I whispered. Then realization struck. He must’ve slipped

Chapter 9 - Perfect Timing

Camila's POV The Vance Mansion loomed before me, every polished surface gleaming under the chandelier lights, the perfect reflection of power, wealth, and everything I had fought for. As I stepped through the grand entrance, heels clicking sharply on the marble floor, I couldn’t help but smile inwardly. After finally getting rid of Elara—oh God, she had been such a fool, such a pathetic, idiotic little girl—everything that once belonged to her, every opportunity, every possession, every shred of influence, was now mine. Including Ian.And with him at my side, I felt untouchable. Untouchable, invincible, and unstoppable. No one dared cross me—not unless I allowed it. My diamond-studded heels thundered across the floor with every step, echoing my growing satisfaction as I moved closer to the staircase. But just before I could ascend, a trembling voice stopped me in my tracks.“Miss Camilla,” Jane said, her tone trembling under her breath.I turned slowly, my gaze landing on her—stupid

Chapter 10 - Camila Has a Way of Fixing Things

Ian's POV Curtains covered every corner of my office window, turning the room dim even though the morning sun kept forcing its way in. Warm light slid across the floor like it was trying to reach me—but I stood frozen, coffee cup in hand, unable to take another sip. I’d just finished another exhausting meeting with the board. Another hour of damage control. Another lecture about Camila’s scandal. I ran a hand across my jaw as their words repeated in my head. “We need to minimize the damage before things get out of hand.” “This video could sink the brand this season and also continue to affect market sales in the future.” “Your relationship with Ms. Vale is now a liability. It's a huge threat to the fashion industry. Don't you see what's coming?”And yes, some part of me told me they weren’t wrong about that but... The video had turned Camila into a public monster overnight. And not even my money can cover it up. My phone chimed. Again. I pulled it out, already annoyed—and

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