All Chapters of The Rejected Wife Returns as a Billionaire Queen: Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

The day had started with such promise.Crystal woke at 5 AM, the Paris dawn painting her hotel room in shades of gold and rose. She lay in bed for a moment, listening to the city wake up, and allowed herself a rare moment of quiet pride.Tonight, she thought. Tonight, the world sees what we built. Months of work. Hundreds of sketches. Thousands of hours of labor. And now, in just fifteen hours, it would finally breathe.By 8 AM, she was at the Palais Garnier.The backstage area hummed with controlled energy. Models stretched in silk robes. Dressmakers made last-minute adjustments. Elodie ran between fitting rooms with a clipboard and a headset.Crystal walked through it all like a general surveying her troops."Status?" she asked.Elodie beamed. "Everything is perfect. The lighting team is doing a final check now. We're ahead of schedule."Crystal allowed herself a small smile. "Let's keep it that way."At 10 AM, the power flickered.Just once. A brief stutter that made the LED lights

Crystal woke to sunlight and a thousand missed notifications.Her phone buzzed relentlessly—congratulations, interview requests, offers from investors she had never heard of. The show had broken the internet. The European expansion was saved.She should have been ecstatic.But her mind kept drifting to blue eyes and burning gazes.Stop it, she told herself. You have work to do.She showered, dressed, and headed downstairs to the hotel's private dining room. Her parents had insisted on a family breakfast before she flew back to New York.She walked in and stopped.Her parents were there. And standing beside them, was a man she had never seen before.If Ethan Vale was a creature carved from winter ice—all striking blond hair, pale skin, and sharp, gorgeous blue eyes—the man who stepped into the room was the exact opposite. He was warmth personified. Dark hair swept back from a face that belonged on magazine covers fell perfectly across his forehead— warm olive skin, sharp jaw, full lip

Mark stood in the plush CEO's office, clutching the tablet to his chest like a medieval shield, his feet frozen to the floor.He took a deep breath, trying to mentally draft the safest way to deliver the news. 'Sir, the good news is the stock prices are climbing. The bad news is your wife is trending with a model billionaire.' No, too direct. 'Sir, look at this funny meme—'"If you stand there any longer, Mark, you're going to wear a hole in my Italian marble."Ethan's voice was light. Almost cheerful.To Mark's absolute horror, Ethan was in a spectacularly good mood. Ever since he had silently swooped in and saved Crystal's fashion launch, there had been a rare, light air about him. He was leaning back in his leather chair, a subtle, relaxed smile playing on his lips."Have you delivered this morning's batch of fresh yellow tulips to her office yet? Make sure the florist uses the long-stemmed ones today."Mark swallowed a lump of pure dread. "Sir... I think you need to see this first