บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire Ex-Husband Wants Me Back, But I Want Revenge : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

“We’re going home,” Caleb said, his voice calm yet firm as he zipped up his suitcase.Celine sat on the edge of the bed in the cold, secluded Russian estate that had been her refuge—and prison—for the past month. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the embroidery on her scarf, her gaze distant.“Are you sure it’s safe?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The dreams of Dimitri had been haunting her night after night, leaving her restless and uncertain.Caleb turned to her, his expression unwavering. “The security team cleared everything. The palace has been fortified, and the investigation into the bombing hasn’t turned up anything credible. We’ll be fine. And besides, you’re the president now. The country needs you.” He stepped closer and took her hands gently in his. “I know this has been hard, Celine. But it’s time to go back and start living again.”She wanted to believe him, but the unease in her chest wouldn’t fade. The letter, the explosion, the whispers of Dimitri still

The day started like any other, with Celine seated by the window in her study, sipping tea and staring at the papers scattered across her desk. The light filtering through the curtains was gentle, but her mind was anything but calm. The sleepless nights, Dimitri’s haunting voice in her dreams, and Caleb’s strange behavior all weighed heavily on her.A soft knock at the door broke her from her thoughts. A palace staff member stepped inside, holding a small brown package.“This just arrived for you, Madam President,” the woman said, placing it on the desk before bowing and leaving without another word.Celine frowned, staring at the package. There was no return address, no markings. It was plain and unassuming, but her heart raced as she slowly untied the string and opened it.Inside was a single photograph. Her breath caught as she recognized the face immediately: Dimitri.In the photo, he stood casually in front of an ornate wooden door, his smile faint but unmistakable. But what sent

Celine sat alone in her study, trying to focus on the endless stream of documents piled on her desk. Her mind, however, was elsewhere, tangled in the web of secrets surrounding Caleb. The call from Dimitri, Caleb’s strange behavior, and the safe she had uncovered—it all refused to leave her thoughts.As she reached for her pen, her elbow brushed against a worn leather-bound journal tucked under a stack of files. She frowned, pulling it out. She didn’t remember leaving it there.Opening the first page, her heart nearly stopped.The handwriting was unmistakable. It was Dimitri’s.Her fingers trembled as she flipped through the pages. The entries were fragmented, written in hurried script, but each one painted a vivid picture of his thoughts. Some pages spoke of their time together, his love for her, and his dreams for their future. But as she read further, the tone shifted.One entry stopped her cold.“Caleb isn’t who he says he is. I’ve seen him meeting with men tied to the Hestrel fam

Celine paced her study, her mind racing with questions she couldn’t answer. The empty safe confirmed what she had feared—Caleb was hiding something, and he knew she was onto him. She couldn’t trust him anymore, but she needed proof to confront him.When Caleb returned to the palace that evening, she didn’t wait. She met him in their private sitting room, her arms crossed and her gaze steely.“I need to know something, Caleb,” she said, her voice sharp. “Where are the documents from your safe?”Caleb, who had just poured himself a drink, paused mid-sip. His expression remained calm as he set the glass down. “What documents?”“The ones I saw. The ones that shouldn’t have been there,” she replied, her tone unwavering.Caleb walked toward her, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. “Celine,” he began smoothly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. If something’s missing, perhaps the staff misplaced it.”Her frustration boiled over. “Stop lying to me, Caleb! You knew I found them,

The photograph trembled in Celine’s hands as she stared at Dimitri’s face and the scrawled message beneath it: “I’m coming for you.”Her breath came in shallow gasps, her eyes darting around the room. Someone had been here. Someone had placed this on her pillow while she slept. The thought sent chills through her, and she clutched the photo tighter, her palms clammy.“Who… who could’ve done this?” she whispered to the empty room.The shadows seemed to press in closer as her gaze flitted to the corners of the chamber. Was someone still here, watching her? She bolted up, frantically checking the windows, the closet, even beneath the bed. But the room was empty, eerily silent.Her heart pounded as she returned to the photograph. Dimitri’s eyes seemed to bore into hers, his expression a mix of intensity and warning. Was it really from him? Was he alive, or was this some cruel game?She couldn’t risk Caleb finding it. Quickly, she grabbed the nearest book on her shelf—a thick leather-bound