All Chapters of Dear Ex-Husband, Your Heirs Are Mine! : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

HARPER: My plan? Cook one last meal for Alexander as Mrs. Banks and then give him the divorce papers. I had wanted that title for a reason… and not just because it sounded good, but because I had dreamed of growing old with the man who gave it to me. Until I woke up from my phone buzzing. My love. It was a voice note. At first, I thought it was just him apologizing for missing our anniversary. Instead, words I had not asked to hear muffled through my phone screen. “Rowena… fuck. You’re so good.” I bolted upright. The clock on the nightstand said 3:14AM. The room was dark. “Harder, Alex…I’m cumming…” My hand trembled around the phone. I meant to stop it. I meant to throw it across the room but I could only listen. Then his voice again. “Harper could never compare to you.” The recording ended. He had sent it by accident or maybe he had not. Maybe some part of him wanted me to hear. Wanted me to finally understand how foolish I was. I couldn't sleep back afte

ALEXANDER: The room was quiet when I pushed the door open. Weird. Usually, Harper heard me before I even stepped inside. She always appeared in the living room with that soft smile on her face like she had spent the whole evening waiting for me to come home. Three years and she never missed a single day. But tonight, nothing. I loosened my tie and stepped further into the penthouse. The marble floors reflected the dim chandelier lights above me. No smell of food. No sound of her ridiculous romance shows playing in the background. Nothing. “Harper!” The silence that answered me was almost insulting. I frowned. Maybe she was upstairs sleeping or waiting to start another argument the moment I walked in. Honestly, I was not in the mood for it tonight. The last two days at the hospital had been exhausting enough. Rowena refused to sleep unless I stayed beside her. Every time I stood up to leave, she grabbed my hand, “Please stay.” And I stayed. Because despite everything, des

ALEXANDER: I was signing the same document for the third time before I realized I had already signed it twice. My pen froze above the paper. What the hell was wrong with me? I shoved the file away in irritation and leaned back in my chair. The glass walls of my office overlooked the entire city, but today the view did nothing for me. Almost a year that Harper had gone. No calls. No dramatic return. Nothing. At first, I thought she was trying to punish me. That she would crawl back after realizing how impossible life was without my money, my name, my protection. But now, the silence was beginning to unsettle me. Not that I would admit it. “Alexander,” Rowena’s voice dragged me back to reality. “You haven’t heard a word I’ve said.” I looked up. She sat across from me, legs crossed, one hand resting on her hip. No pregnant belly anymore. She had given birth weeks ago. A boy. My son. “When are we announcing the engagement?” she asked. I suppressed a sigh. “Not yet.” Her ey

HARPER: [Four years later] I had built a life, a small one. It had no Alexander or the dramas that came with the Banks Empire. I was free from a golden cage that was disguised as a marriage because no matter how gilded a cage was, it was still a cage. Now it was just me and my son. And a hotel room on the fifteenth floor with a view of the city skyline. Well, the room was nice, nicer than anything I could afford on my own, but I wasn’t paying for it. The culinary conference had covered my stay. Three days of cooking demonstrations, networking events and a chance to promote my small catering business. Ethan had caught a fever on the first night. “Mommy, I don’t want it!” Ethan whined. I sighed, holding the cup of medicine while my four year old flared at me from the bed like I had personally betrayed him. Which, to be fair, in his mind… I had. “It’s just medicine. Drink it and you’ll feel better.” “No!” He crossed his arms dramatically. His dark hair, Alexander’s hair,

HARPER: “Harper?” Oh God. My entire body froze before I could stop it. Alexander Banks was standing in front of me and there was no way I could run. My hand tightened on the doorknob. Nope. Absolutely not. We were not doing this. Not today. Alexander stared at me like he had just seen a ghost crawl out of a grave. I swallowed hard and forced my expression blank. For a moment, neither of us moved and unfortunately that gave my stupid brain enough time to notice things. He still looked unfairly good. Tall. Expensive and annoyingly perfect. But now there was something else too. Stress sat around his eyes, showing in the way his shoulder looked heavier than before. My heart was beating so loud, I thought he could hear it. His eyes slowly swept over my face like he was checking whether I was real. I hated that my chest tightened slightly under it. Four years. Four years since he signed divorce papers without reading them. That same week I crashed into Liam Russo like the unive