All Chapters of Dear Billionaire Ex-husband, I Moved On : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

JASON.I had left work earlier than usual because I wanted to do something simple for Karen—something not expensive, not dramatic, not one of those big gestures people liked posting online to prove they were in love. I had been thinking a lot lately about how relationships like ours survived through ordinary things instead—the quiet habits, the little routines, and moments that looked unimportant until life became difficult and things got complicated, and those same moments turned into the only steady thing holding two people together.Karen had been exhausted these past few weeks, even though she tried hard not to show it. Between work, Sophie, the constant stress hanging over her from the whole corporate scandal her company had just survived and everything else life kept throwing at her, I could see the strain building on her face every single day. She smiled through it because that was who she was, but I noticed the tiredness in her eyes when she thought nobody was paying attention

LENA.I sat quietly in the leather chair while the nail technician carefully painted the last layer of polish onto my nails. The salon smelled faintly of acetone, perfume, and shampoo, the kind of scent associated with places like this. Soft music drifted through the room while women chatted lazily around me, completely unaware that my entire life was balancing on a knife’s edge.I stretched my fingers slightly and admired the pale nude colour drying on my nails. It was elegant and clean, perfect for public appearances.My phone suddenly buzzed on the small table beside me. The moment I saw the message from my contact, my lips curved faintly.The CPS visit had happened.Perfect!The word slipped out before I could stop it.The nail technician glanced up at me with mild curiosity, probably wondering why someone would sound so pleased in the middle of a manicure. I immediately smiled at her.“Sorry,” I said lightly as I picked up my phone. “I need to make a phone call.”She smiled polit

KAREN.The CPS case was closed within four days.I was sitting in my office when the call finally came through. The moment I saw Rebecca’s name flash across my screen, my stomach tightened so hard that I had to stop typing and just stare at the phone for a second before answering.“Hello?”“Ms. Andrews? This is Rebecca from CPS. I visited your home last weekend with my colleague.”Her voice sounded calm and professional like always, but this time there was something lighter underneath it, and before she even continued, I already knew.“Of course,” I responded. “What can I do for you?”“We’ve completed the investigation,” she said. “After reviewing everything, we found no evidence of neglect or any cause for concern regarding your daughter.”I closed my eyes slowly.Thank God.Rebecca continued speaking while I leaned back into my chair, gripping the edge of my desk as relief rushed through me so fast it almost made me dizzy.“The reports have also been flagged as potentially malicious

KARENThe news reached me before the headlines did.I had barely settled into my office chair that morning when my phone buzzed across my desk, the screen lighting up with my attorney’s name. Something in my chest tightened immediately because he never called this early unless something important had happened.I picked up on the second ring.“Karen,” he said, skipping any greeting. “Lena has been arrested.”For a second, I just sat there.The words landed, but they did not fully settle.Arrested.Actually arrested.“She’s in custody?” I finally asked.“Yes,” he said. “It happened less than an hour ago. They picked her up outside her apartment building. We’re getting updates already.”Somehow, it sounded unbelievable. Lena had finally been arrested after everything. After all her attempts to get at me for reasons that still were very unclear to me, and after all the stress and headache that had come with it.I stared through the wide glass windows of my office, though I was not really

RICHARDI did not know my mother had called Karen until three days later.I was halfway through answering emails when my phone buzzed on the desk.I glanced down at my screen, and I froze.Karen.For a second, I just stared at her name.Even now, after all this time, seeing her name still did something strange to me. Not dramatic, not earth-shattering, but enough to make me pause in the middle of whatever I was doing.Her messages were never random. So if Karen was texting me, there was a reason.I unlocked the screen.“Your mother called me.”That was it. There was no explanation, no follow-up message. Just those four words.I read it once, then again.My stomach tightened slowly.My mother?.Calling Karen? That was impossible enough on its own.But without telling me?I leaned back in my chair, rubbing a hand over my face while my thoughts raced faster than I could organize them.Had my mother done more damage to what I was already trying to fix? My thoughts kept racing wildly, and