All Chapters of The Wife He Divorced Became A Billionaire Heiress : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Damian's POVI used my key to let myself into her apartment, something I rarely did without announcing myself first, though tonight's circumstances warranted abandoning whatever courtesy I previously extended to her.The smell hit me immediately upon entering, smoke faint but unmistakable, drifting from somewhere further inside."Sophia?" I called out, moving quickly through the apartment.I found her in the living room, kneeling before the fireplace, papers scattered around her, several already reduced to blackened ash within the flames while she fed additional documents into the fire with frantic, trembling hands."Sophia, what are you doing?"She startled violently, spinning toward me, her expression carrying immediate panic before shifting rapidly into something more guarded."Damian." She said, standing quickly, positioning herself slightly between me and the fireplace. "I wasn't expecting you tonight.""Clearly." I said, my eyes moving past her toward the burning documents, seve

Damian's POVHart Global's headquarters glowed against the night sky as I approached, several floors still illuminated, the late hour, evidence of the ongoing crisis management following today's accident. I parked quickly and made my way toward the entrance, the documents still tucked securely in my jacket pocket.The night security guard stopped me at the front desk. "Can I help you, sir?""Damian Blackwood." I said. "I need to see Amelia Hart. It's urgent."He studied me for a moment, clearly recognizing my name given recent media coverage connecting Blackwood Group to the day's events. "Let me check if she's available."He made a call, speaking quietly for a moment before turning back toward me, his expression carrying obvious hesitation."I'm sorry, Mr. Blackwood. Miss Hart isn't currently in the building.""Can you tell me when she'll be back?" I asked. "I'll wait."The guard hesitated again, glancing toward his phone as though checking additional information. "Actually, sir, I'v

Amelia's POVZurich greeted me with crisp autumn air and a jet-lagged exhaustion I didn't have time to properly address, the summit's opening reception scheduled just six hours after my flight landed. I checked into my hotel, showered quickly, and spread my briefing materials across the small desk in my suite, determined to review every detail before tomorrow's first session.Priya had called twice during my layover, updating me on the harbor district investigation, Grace's team confirming additional evidence throughout the day. I absorbed the information carefully, grateful for the progress even as exhaustion pulled at the edges of my concentration.She'd mentioned something else too, near the end of our second call, something I'd been deliberately avoiding thinking about since boarding my flight.‘Damian came by the office last night. He said he needs to speak with you about something important, related to the investigation.’I asked for clarification, but Priya hadn't possessed add

Amelia's POVWe continued walking along the lake, the earlier conversation still swaying between us, Adrian had shifted the mood lighter, asking about my grandfather, about Hart Global's earliest days under my father's leadership, giving me space to breathe without the weight of his confession pressing too heavily against the evening.The temperature had dropped since we'd left the hotel, autumn's chill sharpening now that the sun had fully set, and I found myself wrapping my arms slightly around myself as we walked."You're cold." Adrian observed."I'm fine." I said, the slight shiver running through me probably contradicted that claim."Amelia." He said, a small, knowing smile forming.Before I could protest further, he slipped off his jacket and settled it gently across my shoulders, the gesture simple and unhurried, carrying none of the earlier vulnerability from his confession, practical warmth offered without expectation of anything in return."Thank you." I said, pulling the ja

Damian's POVThe mansion greeted me with its familiar silence when I arrived home that evening, though tonight the quiet felt heavier than usual, pressing against me the moment I stepped through the front entrance.I wandered through the ground floor without any particular destination in mind, my earlier evening's cancelled obligations leaving me with unstructured time I hadn't properly planned how to occupy. I passed the formal dining room first, the same space where I once handed Amelia those divorce papers on our anniversary, the memory settling as I glanced through the doorway.I remembered, with unwelcome clarity now, the exact expression on her face that evening. Not anger initially, simply confusion, then devastating hurt as the reality of what I'd placed before her finally registered.I continued walking, moving toward the study where I once found Amelia's unfinished letter tucked inside her favorite novel. The room remained largely unchanged since that discovery, though I had