บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire Ex-Husband Wants Me Back, But I Want Revenge : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The presidential palace was alive with energy, its halls decorated in splendor for Celine and Dimitri’s return. Chandeliers sparkled like a thousand stars, casting a golden glow over the marble floors. Guests dressed in their finest attire mingled in the vast reception hall, their conversations punctuated by bursts of laughter and clinking glasses.Celine stood at the top of the grand staircase, her hand resting lightly on Dimitri’s arm. She wore a flowing emerald gown, its intricate beading catching the light with every move. Her hair was styled in soft waves, adorned with a gold clip shaped like olive leaves, a nod to her family’s legacy.Dimitri looked equally regal in a tailored black tuxedo with a velvet jacket, his dark eyes scanning the crowd with calm confidence. He leaned closer to her, his voice low and teasing. “You know, I think we’ve stolen the show.”Celine chuckled softly. “Let them talk. It’s not every day the president’s daughter returns with a new husband.”Her fathe

Dimitri’s body, wrapped in white linen, rested in the center of the garden, surrounded by lush greenery and blooming jasmine—his favorite flower.Celine stood among the mourners, dressed in a simple black abaya, her face pale and drawn, her eyes red from days of weeping. She clutched a single white rose in her trembling hands as the imam recited verses from the Quran, his voice calm and steady, invoking prayers for Dimitri’s soul.The Al-Sayeed family stood in a solemn line, Dimitri’s father, Sheikh Rami, looking every bit the grieving patriarch. His eyes, so much like Dimitri’s, were rimmed with grief, though he stood tall for the sake of tradition and dignity.Celine’s gaze drifted to the coffin, her heart aching as the reality of Dimitri’s death settled in once more. She barely registered the figures around her, though one face stood out: Caleb. He stood near the back of the gathering, his hands clasped tightly in front of him, his expression a mixture of grief and guilt.When the

The morning sun was bright as Celine, still known to some by her former name, Zoey, arrived at the hospital for her routine prenatal checkup. She was dressed simply in a pale blue dress that flowed over her growing bump, her hair tied in a loose braid.Two bodyguards flanked her as she entered the private wing of the hospital. Their sharp eyes scanned the area, ensuring her safety. After the multiple threats to her life, the heightened security had become a necessity, though Celine still struggled with the constant reminder of danger.“Everything looks good, Lady Celine,” the nurse said as she led her to an examination room. “Dr. Alim will be with you shortly.”“Thank you,” Celine replied, offering a small smile as she settled into the chair.She glanced at her phone, scrolling through messages from her father, who was out of the city for a diplomatic meeting. He’d insisted she keep him updated on her health.Her guards remained outside the door, stationed in the hallway. It was a cal

Caleb took his new role as Celine’s head bodyguard with unwavering dedication. His days were consumed with ensuring her safety—checking every corridor before she entered, coordinating with the palace security team, and standing by her side during public appearances. Yet, in the quiet hours of the night, when the palace was silent and his duties momentarily paused, he let his emotions flow onto paper.Caleb wrote letters to Celine—letters he never intended for her to see. They were his way of processing the feelings he couldn’t voice, the regret he couldn’t undo, and the hope he dared not express aloud.Caleb’s LettersLetter One:Celine,When I look at you now, I see the strength you’ve always had but that I was too blind to recognize. You are a force of nature, and I am humbled every day to be near you. I know I’ve caused you more pain than anyone ever should, and yet I cannot stop myself from loving you. It’s a love I don’t deserve, but one I will carry with me always, even if it mu

It had been a month since Celine lost her baby, and the days hadn’t gotten any easier. Grief clung to her like a heavy shroud, making it hard to breathe, to think, to move. She spent her mornings staring at the ceiling, her afternoons wandering aimlessly through the palace gardens, and her nights lost in fitful sleep, haunted by dreams of what could have been.Her father had tried to console her, but his words felt empty. Lila brought her tea and warm meals, but she barely touched them. Even Caleb, who had become a constant presence, couldn’t seem to break through the wall she had built around herself.That evening, she sat in her room, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Her once-bright eyes were dull, and her cheeks were hollow from weeks of barely eating. Her grief had consumed her, and she was tired of feeling this way.She stood abruptly, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She needed an escape—something to drown the pain, if only for a few hours.The bar was dimly lit, its a