All Chapters of Dear Billionaire Ex-husband, I Moved On : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

KAREN.For three weeks, I had been avoiding the conversation.Not accidentally, either. I knew exactly what I was doing every single time the opportunity came up and I quietly let it pass. Every evening when Jason and I sat together after dinner, every quiet drive home, every soft moment in bed when the world felt still enough for hard conversations, I thought about telling him.And every time, I didn’t.The guilt had started small, like something sitting quietly at the back of my mind, but over the weeks it had grown heavier until I could feel it following me around everywhere. Even during ordinary moments, it stayed there.When Jason laughed with Sophie while helping her build towers from blocks in the living room.When he handed me coffee in the mornings.When he kissed my forehead absentmindedly while passing by.The worst part was that I knew he knew something was wrong.Jason had always been good at reading me, sometimes better than I understood myself. He never pushed, though.

KARENThe wedding conversation started on a Friday night without either of us planning for it to happen.It was one of those quiet evenings that had slipped naturally into comfort, the kind that felt ordinary in a way I had learned to love. The living room lights were dim except for the warm glow from the standing lamp near the couch, and we were sitting on the floor because somehow the couch had become we somehow found it more comfortable. Takeout containers were spread across the floor between us and halfway onto the rug because Jason always ordered too much food like he was preparing for guests that never arrived. Chinese takeout, a box of pizza, spring rolls, and a whole ass bucket of chicken. There was also a bottle of wine sitting between us—a bottle we definitely had not planned to finish but had.I sat cross-legged with my socks half slipping off while Jason leaned against the couch, one knee bent, looking far too comfortable for someone who had spent the last ten minutes ar

KARENThe morning had felt strangely peaceful, which was rare these days.I stood near the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee in my hand while sunlight spilled through the glass doors leading into the backyard. Sophie was outside in the garden, crouched near the flower bed with dirt all over her tiny hands as she proudly showed Jason a worm she had apparently adopted as a pet for the next five minutes.Jason looked horrified.“Absolutely not,” he said, taking one careful step backward. “That thing is not coming inside this house.”Sophie giggled so loudly that I could hear it through the glass.“But Daddy, he’s lonely.”“He has worm friends outside,” Jason replied quickly.I laughed quietly to myself and leaned against the counter, watching them. For the first time in what felt like forever, the heaviness sitting on my chest had loosened a little. Lena was behind bars now, and these days I slept through the night without waking up thinking about lawsuits or betrayal.It almost felt

KARENBy the time I got to the office that morning, dawn had barely settled over the city.The sky outside still looked undecided, hanging somewhere between night and morning, with soft gray clouds stretched across it like they were too tired to move. I felt the same way.I had barely slept.My body felt heavy, my eyes burned, and there was a dull ache sitting at the back of my neck that no amount of coffee had managed to fix. But exhaustion had long stopped mattering. Adrenaline had taken over hours ago, and it was the only thing keeping me moving.The parking lot was almost empty when I stepped out of my car. Then headlights swept across the pavement. I turned just as Gerald’s car rolled in.He parked quickly, killed the engine, and stepped out looking almost as worn out as I felt. He looked good in the suit he wore, his tie knotted neatly to his neck, but his expression carried that tired look people got after too many sleepless nights and too many bad discoveries.He saw me and ga

KARENBy the time I pulled into the driveway, I felt like my body had finally decided it had enough.The entire day had drained me in ways coffee couldn’t fix and sleep probably wouldn’t either. My head felt packed with too many names, too many theories, too many things that didn’t make sense no matter how hard Gerald and I tried to force them together. We had spent hours chasing trails that twisted into other trails, opening doors that only led to more questions.And somehow, every answer made things worse.I sat in the car for a moment after turning off the engine, staring blankly through the windshield at the soft glow coming from the house. It was late enough that the neighborhood had already gone quiet. No children playing outside, no dogs barking, no sounds except the faint hum of distant traffic.For the first time all day, silence wrapped around me.I closed my eyes briefly and leaned my head back.God, I was tired.Not the kind of tired sleep fixed. The kind that settled deep