All Chapters of Divorced by the Billionaire Who still owns me : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Adrian’s POV After Marianne left, I had spent hours sitting alone in my apartment, replaying every conversation I’d had over the past few days…..Ethan……My mother. Everyone seemed to have an opinion except the person whose opinion mattered most. Elara. Without allowing myself time to overthink it, I grabbed my keys and left the house. Half an hour later, I stood in front of Elara’s door. For a moment, I considered turning around. This wasn’t planned; I hadn’t called or sent a message. I was simply standing there like a nervous teenager. The thought almost made me laugh before I could change my mind; I knocked. A few seconds later, the door opened. Elara appeared. Surprise flashed across her face immediately. “Adrian?” I suddenly became aware of how unexpected this looked. She glanced behind me, then back at me. “Is everything okay?” I nodded. “Yes.” Her eyebrows furrowed. “You’re not supposed to visit Blue today.” “I know.” That only seemed to confuse her more. Befor

Elara’s POV The sound of footsteps rushing down the stairs echoed through the house. A few seconds later, Blue appeared freshly changed and full of energy. The moment she reached the living room, she immediately began talking. “Mummy, Aunt Naomi, you should’ve seen the giant teddy bear in the store!” Her hands flew through the air as she spoke. “It was this big!” She stretched her arms as far apart as possible. Naomi laughed. “I think that teddy bear was smaller than you’re describing.” “It wasn’t!” “It was.” “It wasn’t.” I smiled as I watched them argue; neither of them sounded serious. Blue dropped onto the couch beside Naomi and continued describing every detail of her day. The woman behind the bakery counter who had given her an extra cookie because she smiled at her everything seemed important. And Naomi listened to every single one. When Blue finally paused long enough to take a breath, Naomi glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. A look cro

Marianne’s POV For years, I had hosted hundreds of dinners inside this house; none of them felt as significant as the dinner taking place tonight. For the first time in a very long while, it was about family, a word I had spent years taking for granted. I walked into the dining room and paused briefly. What I saw made my heart so cheerful I couldn’t help but smile. Blue sat between Adrian and Elara exactly where she wanted to be. The little girl looked happier than anyone else in the room. Her excitement filled every corner of the house. She had spent the last ten minutes talking without taking a proper breath, not that anyone seemed to mind, certainly not me. “Grandma?” Blue’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I smiled immediately. “Yes, sweetheart?” She pointed toward one of the dishes. “Did you make that?” The question made me laugh. “I helped.” “You helped?” Her eyes widened dramatically. “That means you’re a chef.” Adrian nearly choked on his drink. Elara cover

Adrian’s POV I hadn’t expected the evening to go the way it did. If someone had told me a few months ago that I would be sitting at my mother’s dining table with Elara and Blue, sharing a meal without tension hanging over every conversation, I would have laughed in their face. Yet somehow, that was exactly what had happened. Dinner had ended almost thirty minutes ago. Blue was still inside with my mother. The two of them had disappeared into another room after dessert because Grandma apparently had “something very important” to show her. Knowing Blue, she was probably asking a hundred questions while my mother tried to answer every single one. The thought made me smile. I stepped out onto the balcony and rested my hands against the railing. The night air was cool against my skin. Everything looked peaceful from up here. A strange contrast to the storm that had occupied my mind for days. I exhaled slowly. For the first time all evening, I allowed myself to think about it.

Adrian’s POV The drive to Elara’s house was quieter than I expected. Blue had fought sleep for almost ten minutes after we left my mother’s house. She had insisted she wasn’t tired, despite yawning every few seconds and struggling to keep her eyes open. By the time we were halfway to Elara’s neighborhood, she was asleep in the back seat. I glanced at the rearview mirror. I smiled, looking at her. Her head rested against the side of the seat one hand was curled beneath her cheek. The other was wrapped around the stuffed keychain she had convinced my mother to give her before we left. She looked completely at peace. I found myself staring; moments like this still felt unreal. Beside me, Elara remained quiet, the city lights moved across her face as we drove through the evening traffic. She seemed lost in thought, or maybe she was tired. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. A few minutes later, I pulled into the driveway of her house. The engine went quiet; neither of us