Semua Bab My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can: Bab 291 - Bab 300

Her words hit like a lightning bolt, triggering a wave of realization through the room. The four of them exchanged glances, each beginning to feel that her theory made a disturbing kind of sense.Paula grew more and more unsettled and urged anxiously, "Marcus, we need to find where our daughter and their kids are, fast. Make the arrangements. We have to bring them back before things get worse."Marcus already had plans of his own, but he didn't intend for the Delgados to find out. If things spiraled out of control, he was fully prepared to throw the Delgado family under the bus to shoulder all the blame.“I will urge them to hurry up the search," Marcus replied.A few moments later, Paula’s mind flashed back to what Amelia had said before leaving, and that strange, meaningful smile she'd given.The more Paula thought about it, the more that smile sent a chill crawling up her spine.“Darling, could it be Miss Brown behind all this? The way she came storming in here, demanding we honor t

Yet even as he fought to crush those feelings, the thought of her someday standing beside another man stirred something bitter inside him. The very idea left a dull ache lodged in his chest. Clearing his throat, he forced a grin and said with forced levity, "I wonder which lucky fool is going to steal the heart of someone as incredible as you."He meant it to sound like a joke, lighthearted and casual, but the sharp edge beneath the words betrayed him.Jealousy laced the sentence like a poison he couldn't filter out. If such a guy did appear, he'd punch him in the face. But even that was wishful thinking, because if Viola ever became heartbroken or even loathed him because he beat her guy up, it would shatter him completely. His words caught Viola off guard. A fleeting shadow passed through her gaze. So that was how he saw her, in the same light he always had. She was just like a sister to him. Someone to protect, to tease, to smile at kindly, but never love. She had always played that

"Want me to take care of this guy for you?" Terrence asked Amelia, his stare locked onto Damian like a loaded gun.The cold warning in Terrence's eyes was impossible to miss.Damian swallowed hard and instinctively stepped back. What kind of psycho jumped straight to threats?“My affairs are none of your business," Amelia said flatly, not even blinking.Terrence's expression tightened, his tone sharp. "You're mine. If I don't deal with this crap, who the hell will?"Amelia scowled. "Who said I belonged to you?"“I did," Terrence answered, then flashed that cocky little smirk.To Damian, it was like watching a twisted lover's spat, and it made his blood boil. "Amelia! What the hell?" he snapped.“I'm standing right here, and you're busy flirting with another guy? Am I invisible to you or what?"“Honestly? No," Amelia replied with an innocent blink. "I never asked you to stick around. If it's too much for you, maybe turn…"At this point, Amelia was convinced these two men were somewhat i

"That's easy for you to say, your life's worth pennies. Miss Brown’s life is actually worth something. She shouldn't throw it away over just four billion."“Just' four billion? You've clearly never lived paycheck to paycheck. People die in stupid accidents for far less than that. Four billion is more than tempting."“Women are so risk-averse. No guts at all. I bet she chickens out. That's why you barely see any female billionaires. Women don't take real risks. They just latch onto powerful men to climb the ladder. Now look at that guy; he went from drowning in debt to being worth over eight billion. That's what taking risks looks like. That's the spirit of a real man."“You're delusional! He's just a high-stakes gambler! And reckless trash who got lucky!"Amelia watched as online platforms exploded with nonstop commentary.A few people with genuine intentions cautioned her against going forward with the challenge. Some thrived on stirring drama and tossed out all kinds of inflammatory

It was Eugene’s voice.Both of them turned as Eugene’s strode confidently toward them. The gentle breeze brushed his hair back, revealing his impeccable features. He appeared radiant, like a modern-day Adonis.“Amelia, let me race for you," Eugene said as he stopped beside her, his calm gaze dropping to Lucas’ grip on her wrist.“No need to trouble yourself. I'll do it for her," Lucas said before Amelia could speak.Eugene’s eyes darkened. "Who gives you the right to reject my proposal? You're not Amelia. You don't get to decide."Lucas’ expression soured, but before he could continue, Amelia gently held his arm.The moment her hand touched his, the anger in Lucas’ chest vanished. A small, peaceful smile touched his lips. His heart warmed instantly. Maybe he had a place in her heart, just a small one for now. But he longed for more; he wanted it all.“Stop arguing, both of you. That man directed the challenge at me. He clearly went after me. I can't let any of you fight in my place," A