Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire’s Greatest Loss: Ex Wife Please Come back : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

THE FIRST DATE(Serena's POV)The world had taken on a new, softer focus. The constant, low-grade anxiety that had been my companion for years hadn't vanished, but it had receded, replaced by a cautious, fluttering hope.It had been a week since The Apology. A week since Lysander had sat on my living room floor, giving my daughter flowers and promising to try. And he had. He’d been trying, in small, consistent, and incredibly sweet ways.He didn't overwhelm us. He didn't try to move too fast. He texted me good morning. He called in the evenings to ask about my day and to say goodnight to Isabella, who would chatter excitedly to him about her drawings and her friends. He sent over a care package when I mentioned I was feeling stressed with work, a ridiculously soft blanket, expensive coffee, and a new set of paints for Isabella.It was… normal. Wonderfully, beautifully normal.Tonight, however, was a step. Our first official date."Are you sure you'll be okay with her?" I asked Elena f

A WORLD SHATTERED(Damien's POV)The two words hung in the air, sucking all the oxygen out of the room."I'm pregnant."The phone felt like a block of ice in my hand. I could not move. I could not breathe. The voice on the other end, Michelle's voice, was still talking, a frantic, distant buzz, like a trapped fly."Hello? Damien? Are you there? Say something."But I was gone. My mind had shattered. The blackmail, the threats against Isabella, the constant, grinding fear... it had all been a heavy, suffocating weight. But this? This was an explosion. This was the end of the world.A baby. Another child. Conceived in a moment of drunken, stupid weakness with a stranger. A stranger who might be part of an elaborate trap, or who might just be a terrified girl, but whose existence now posed the single greatest threat to everything.My mind raced, like a frantic, panicked animal. What if the anonymous blackmailer knew about this? What if this was their ultimate play? Not just a video, but a

THE HEARTBREAK (Serena's POV) I did not sleep. I spent the night tossing and turning, the words "She won't suspect a thing, Grandmother" playing on a loop in my mind. The next morning, my eyes were red and puffy. I called in sick to work. I could not face Lysander. I could not sit in that office and pretend everything was fine. Elena found me in the kitchen, staring blankly at a cup of coffee I had no intention of drinking. "Serena? What's wrong? You look awful," she said, her voice full of concern. The dam broke. The tears I had been holding back all night came pouring out. I told her everything. About the wonderful date. About the amazing presentation. About overhearing Lysander on the phone. "He was talking to Helena," I sobbed. "He said she won't suspect a thing. He was talking about me, Elena! It was all a lie. The flowers, the dinner, the kiss... it was all just part of their plan. I was just a pawn." Elena listened quietly, her face thoughtful. When I finished, she hand

THE CALL(Damien's POV)The gala was a masterpiece of fake smiles and empty conversations. I stood beside Eleanor as a perfect statue in a tailored tuxedo. I shook hands. I accepted congratulations for the new hospital wing. I gave my speech without stumbling over my words.No one could see the turmoil inside me. No one could see that with every passing minute, a plane was getting closer to taking off. A plane carrying a woman and the ghost of my child away from me forever.Eleanor watched me like a hawk. Her eyes never left me for long. She was making sure I performed my part. She was making sure the Blackwood heir did not crack.When the clock struck eleven, a strange calm settled over me. It was almost over. In one hour, it would be midnight. Michelle would be gone. The problem would be erased.We returned to the mansion just before midnight. The silence of the grand house was a welcome relief after the noise of the gala."Acceptable," Eleanor said as we stood in the foyer. It was

THE REVELATION(Serena's POV)Elena stared at Helena Thorne for a long moment. The air in my small apartment felt thick and suffocating. These two women knew each other. But how?"Elena," I said again, my voice shaking. "How do you know her?"Helena answered before Elena could. "I adopted Elena many years ago. When she was just a child."I felt the world tilt beneath my feet. "What?"Elena finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's true, Serena. Helena is... she's the one who saved me from the orphanage.""Orphanage?" I repeated stupidly. Nothing was making sense. "But your parents...""Are not my real parents," Elena said, tears now flowing freely down her face. "I'm sorry I never told you. I was... I was ashamed."Helena moved further into the room, her elegant dress rustling softly. "It was during one of my world tours. It was twenty years ago. I visited an orphanage in San Francisco as part of a charity event. I was just going through the motions, really. Shaking han