All Chapters of Dear Billionaire Ex-husband, I Moved On : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Karen's POV"The projected growth for Q4 exceeds our initial estimates by eighteen percent." I clicked to the next slide and the conference room screen displayed a sharp upward trend. "Our antimicrobial research division alone has generated forty-two million in revenue this quarter."Around the table, twelve board members leaned forward in their seats. These were not people easily impressed. Half of them had built empires before I was born and the other half were venture capitalists who ate failing CEOs for breakfast. But today, they were listening."Ms. Andrews," Gerald Morrison said from the far end of the table, his gray beard neatly trimmed and his eyes sharp behind wire-rimmed glasses. He had questioned every decision I made in the first six months until the numbers proved me right. "The Henderson contract. Walk us through the implementation timeline.""Phase one deployment begins next month. We have secured partnerships with four major hospital networks and preliminary testing s

Daddy!Richard's POVI could not stop seeing her in that red suit.Karen. My Karen. Except she was not mine anymore and maybe she never had been. The woman on that stage had been someone else entirely. Confident, articulate, commanding. She had owned that room in a way I never imagined her capable of.I sat at my desk staring at my laptop screen without seeing it. The sun was rising over Seattle and I had not slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her walking away from me in that hotel corridor. Go to hell, Richard. Her voice had been cold with a fury that made my chest tight.I deserved it. I knew I deserved it. But that did not make it easier to accept."Mr. Palmer?" My assistant's voice crackled through the intercom. "Your nine o'clock is here.""Cancel it. Cancel everything today.""Sir?""Everything, Jennifer. Clear my schedule."A pause. "Yes, sir."I stood and walked to the windows overlooking the city. Somewhere out there, Karen was probably in her own office celebrating he

KARENIt was a brand new day, and for the first time in a long while, I woke up feeling light.Not just good, but truly energized.The sunlight slipping through my curtains seemed brighter than usual. Even the air felt different, carrying the kind of freshness that only came when life was moving in your favor. I stood in front of the mirror while fastening the buttons of my blouse and smiled at my own reflection.Things were finally aligning.From the hallway, I could hear Sophie laughing. That sound alone always softened something inside me. I stepped out of my room and found her in the living room, sitting on the rug with her toys scattered around her like she owned the place.Which, to be fair, she did.Sarah, the nanny, stood nearby folding tiny clothes.“Good morning, ma'am,” Sarah greeted warmly.“Morning, Sarah.”Sophie looked up immediately. “Mommy!”I bent down and scooped her into my arms, kissing her cheek until she squealed with laughter.“My princess. Slept well?”She nod

KARENI sat frozen in my office chair, my eyes fixed on the trashcan beside my desk.The bouquet lay inside like a bright insult, the petals still fresh, the ribbon untouched except for where I had ripped it loose. On top of the flowers were the remains of the note I had torn into tiny pieces. White scraps mixed with red petals, like something broken trying to look beautiful.My chest rose and fell slowly, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside me.Richard.Even hearing his name in my mind made my jaw tighten.After everything he had done, after the silence, after the lies, and after sending my then unborn daughter and I out like pieces of trash, he thought flowers would fix anything?I laughed bitterly under my breath.“Unbelievable.”The office around me was quiet, but not peaceful. The air felt too still, too heavy. I got up and walked to the window and looking down through large glass windows, the city below moved as usual. Cars passed. People walked. Somewhere far below, lif

KARENBy the time I turned into the driveway, I felt like every bone in my body had been used past its limit. My shoulders ached from tension, my head throbbed faintly, and all I wanted was to see Sophie, take a shower, and lie down beside her until morning.Then I noticed another car parked in front of the house.I slowed the engine and narrowed my eyes. It was a sleek dark sedan, polished enough to reflect the porch light. For a second, I wondered who it belonged to. My mind quickly ran through possibilities—Sarah had no visitors that I knew of, and I wasn't expecting anyone.But I was too tired to stand there guessing.I parked beside it, grabbed my handbag, and stepped out. The evening air was cool against my skin, carrying the smell of wet grass and flowers from the front garden. I hurried inside, my worry about Sophie rising again.The moment I entered the living room, I saw Sarah arranging a folded blanket on the couch.“Sarah,” I called immediately, my voice sharper than I int