Todos los capítulos de My Billionaire Ex-Husband Won’t Let Me Go: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Mia The anonymous phone call left me more terrified than I wanted to admit, and the chilling words refused to stop echoing inside my mind no matter how hard I tried to push them away.Every time I closed my eyes, I heard that distorted voice repeating the same horrifying promise until my body refused to relax for even a single moment.Damon took my phone from my trembling hands before trying everything possible to trace the number that had just called me.He contacted his security team without wasting another second and ordered them to locate the source of the call as quickly as possible.Only a few frustrating moments later, one of his security experts called back with disappointing news.“The number was disconnected only seconds after the call ended, making it almost impossible to trace the exact location,” the investigator explained apologetically through the speaker.Damon’s jaw tightened visibly as frustration and anger settled across his face.“Dammit!” Damon muttered bitterly

MiaThe warmth of Damon’s lips still lingered against mine when the sharp sound of a notification shattered the fragile peace surrounding us, forcing both of us apart before either of us was truly ready to let go.My heartbeat was still racing wildly inside my chest as I reached for my phone, the moment the screen lit up, every trace of happiness disappeared from my face.A new message from another unknown number waited for me, and attached beneath it was a crystal-clear photograph of Damon and me kissing on the rooftop only moments earlier.Every ounce of warmth drained from my body as I realized someone had been watching us again without either of us noticing their presence.The photograph had been taken close enough to capture every expression upon our faces, making it obvious that whoever was following us had never truly left.Instead of hiding the latest message the way I would have done only weeks earlier, I handed the phone to Damon and allowed him to read everything.We spent

Mia I couldn’t stop thinking about Athena’s warning.Her terrified face replayed in my mind on a loop all night, keeping me awake.The next morning, I met Damon for breakfast at a small diner before work.Jim insisted on following me and I let him. The second our coffee was poured, I leaned in and told him exactly what happened in that dark hallway.Damon listened, his fingers tightening around his mug.“Athena has never looked genuinely afraid of anything in her life,” he admitted, his voice low and tight. “If she’s scared, something is seriously wrong.”Damon rubbed a hand over his face, staring into his untouched coffee.“She has indeed lied before,” he admitted. “Manipulated people. Played games. But fear? I’ve never seen that look in her eyes. Are you sure it’s not just all an act at the end of the day?”“She wasn’t acting,” I answered. “She looked like someone who expected to die for speaking to me.”His jaw tightened.“If that’s true, then whoever she’s afraid of isn’t just d

MiaThe morning of Jim’s soccer match was the warmest, brightest day we had seen in weeks.Damon and I had agreed to put the office, the board members, and the terrifying shadow of the resurfaced files aside. We owed this to Jim. We had promised him.The moment we walked onto the grassy field, Jim’s face lit up like the sun.He was already in his bright blue jersey, his cleats digging into the damp turf as he warmed up with his teammates. Every few seconds, he would look back toward the sidelines, his eyes searching the crowd until they locked onto us.When he saw Damon standing right beside me, Jim let out a wild cheer, jumping up and down and waving his arms frantically."Look, Coach! They both came!" Jim shouted to his trainer, pointing at us with a grin so wide his cheeks looked like they would split.Damon chuckled softly, a genuine, relaxed sound that I hadn't heard in weeks. He raised a hand, waving back at Jim with an easy, warm smile."He’s really getting good," Damon murmure

Mia I spent the entire evening replaying everything that happened at Jim's soccer match.The image of that text message on Athena’s phone kept flashing behind my eyelids, burning into my mind. I wanted to believe Damon. I truly did. But Athena’s confidence, the effortless way she had smiled on that field, kept clouding my judgment. It felt like a heavy fog I couldn't escape.To keep from losing my mind, I threw myself into looking after Jim. I cooked his favorite dinner, helped him unpack his muddy gear, and forced a bright, cheerful energy I didn't actually have. I was determined not to let him notice how badly I was hurting inside.But kids see everything.As I was tucking him into bed, Jim looked up at me from beneath his blanket, his big eyes quiet and perceptive."Mom?" he asked softly, tugging at the edge of his sheet. "Are you and Damon mad at each other?"My throat locked up. "No, sweetie. We're just tired from work. Why do you ask?"Jim shrugged his small shoulders, looking