Lahat ng Kabanata ng Billionaire Husband Begged “Slut” Ex-Wife Back: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

When I opened my eyes again, everything was a blinding white.Alexander’s grandfather Edmund was sitting in my hospital room. When he saw me wake, a flicker of tenderness crossed his eyes."Wren, my dear... these past three years, you've suffered more than anyone should. Alexander doesn't deserve you.""I've arranged a new identity for you. There's a flight in seven days. Consider it... a parting gift from the Sterling family, for everything you've done."My heart ached, and all those buried memories came flooding back.An arranged marriage between wealthy families—the oldest story in the book. But I'd always counted myself lucky, because I thought we were the exception.I'd been with Alexander for seven years. For seven years, he'd cherished and protected me with everything he had.I thought we would make it.Then, three years ago, one of Alexander's enemies kidnapped me to get revenge on him.I was tortured for three days and three nights. Videos of what they did to me went viral onl

The construction crew worked through the entire night. By morning, the whole plot of land had been sealed under a layer of concrete, and all I could do was stand there and watch, helpless.Again and again I threw myself over that patch of earth to shield it, and again and again I was dragged away.Alexander had left early, ushering Dahlia safely out before the worst of it.I collapsed on the ground, barely able to breathe. The moment George broke free from the men holding him back, he scrambled over and pulled me upright.His face was streaked with mud, his voice shaking."I'm sorry, miss. I'm useless—I couldn't protect any of you. I'm so sorry."I clung to him and wept until my throat was raw.After a long time, I lifted my head and looked at him."George, I'm leaving. Come with me. We'll take my parents and get out of this place."This time, I had no fight left in me.For an entire week, Alexander didn't come looking for me. He was busy escorting Dahlia to one event after another.Th

Alexander stared at Dahlia's name on the screen, unable to bring himself to answer.His head was splitting, his grandfather's words still detonating in his ears.He drew a deep breath and swiped to accept the call."What is it, Dahlia?"Her voice came through immediately, thick with tears, every word carefully wounded."Alexander, why aren't you here yet? Did Wren latch onto you again and refuse to let go? Just tell her I only want to share some good news—if it upsets her, I'll get on my knees and apologize, okay?"The same old act. The same reflexive display of victimhood, no matter the circumstances.Alexander's throat tightened. He couldn't believe the woman he'd cherished and sheltered for three years might be a fraud.The words rising in his chest were swallowed back down, buried under the weight of those fractured memories.His voice came out hoarse. "Stop. It's a family dinner tonight. I'll be there soon."After he hung up, he looked at Edmund. His tone hadn't changed."Grandfat

The ache in his chest eclipsed every physical wound a thousand times over.Alexander pressed his hand to his chest, the metallic taste of blood rising in his throat.In the stairwell, Dahlia finally ended the call and was about to exhale in relief when she turned and saw him standing there.She froze, panic written across her face with nowhere to hide."Alexander -- what are you doing here?"She forced a smile, every trace of the venom and malice from moments ago wiped clean."I just needed some air. I was asking the doctor about your condition -- I was worried you weren't recovering well..."Dahlia scrambled for excuses, but Alexander only stared at her in silence, not saying a word.Those eyes that had once looked at her brimming with tenderness now held nothing but cold indifference.He watched her perform, while somewhere in the back of his mind, Wren's anguished sobs played on an endless loop."Alexander, you --"A thousand words jammed in his throat, and in the end, only silence

I'd been living in Savannah for a little over two weeks, and life had settled into something peaceful and steady.After boarding that plane, George and I had talked about opening a bakery. To our surprise, The Little Wren Bakery became a hit — packed with customers every single day.George used to complain about how quiet things were. Now he was on his feet from dawn to dusk, always with a smile on his face.I was slowly finding myself again.I thought this kind of life would last forever. But Alexander found me.That evening, I was getting ready to close up when I noticed a man outside who looked exactly like him.I was telling myself I must be seeing things when the figure started walking toward me.He'd lost a lot of weight. Stubble lined his jaw. He looked nothing like the polished, immaculate man he used to be.His eyes held joy, and tenderness, and a swirl of emotions I couldn't quite read — but none of the coldness or contempt that once lived there.He stopped at the door and sp