All Chapters of The Wife He Divorced Became A Billionaire Heiress : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Damian's POVI stared at the folded paper resting against the carpet before finally bending to retrieve it, some instinct warning me that whatever this contained carried more weight than the simple bookmark I had initially assumed it to be.The paper felt soft with age, worn along its creases in a way that suggested it had been folded and unfolded multiple times before finally staying permanently between the pages of Amelia's favorite novel. I turned it over carefully in my hands, noting the elegant handwriting visible even through the paper's thin surface, unmistakably hers.I sat down slowly on the edge of the bed, the letter still unopened, something hesitant settling in my chest that I knew reluctantly as apprehension.Whatever this contained, I understood instinctively, had never been intended for me to discover. Not deliberately hidden, perhaps, but tucked away regardless, forgotten or abandoned within the pages of a book she clearly returned so often that its presence there fel

Damian's POVI found Sophia waiting at a lounge near her apartment, already seated at a corner table with two glasses of wine in front of her, her face carrying an excitement that seemed at odds with the urgency she'd conveyed over the phone."You said this was important." I said, settling into the chair across from her."It is." She said, sliding a small tablet across the table toward me, already illuminated with what appeared to be venue photographs. "I've been looking at wedding locations all evening, and I found something absolutely perfect."I stared at the screen, understanding slowly that whatever urgency had prompted her call carried nothing to do with any crisis at all."This couldn't wait until morning?" I asked, unable to fully mask the exhaustion in my voice."I wanted you to see it before someone else booked it." She said, apparently missing my tone entirely, her attention already fixed eagerly on the tablet. "Look, the Ashford Estate. They have availability in early spri

Sophia's POVI arrived at the Blackwood mansion the following afternoon, timing my visit deliberately for a period when I knew Damian would be occupied with back-to-back board meetings well into the evening. The staff greeted me warmly, accustomed by now to my regular presence throughout the household given my ongoing relationship with Damian.I found Elena in the kitchen, preparing something for the evening's dinner service, her attention focused entirely on the task until she noticed my presence near the doorway."Miss Laurent." She said, straightening. "I wasn't expecting you today. Mr. Blackwood mentioned he'd be working late.""I know." I said, offering my most disarming smile. "I actually wanted to speak with you, if you have a moment."Elena set down whatever she had been preparing, wiping her hands on her apron with the carefulness of someone unaccustomed to being singled out for direct conversation by anyone beyond her immediate employer."Of course." She said, "How can I hel

Damian's POVI left the care facility in silence, my grandmother's words settling into my chest with a weight that refused to lift regardless of how many times I attempted to redirect my thoughts elsewhere throughout the drive back toward the city.‘You let the best woman in your life walk away.’I stared out the car window at the passing streets, the familiar city blurring past without seeing properly, my mind occupied entirely by memories I hadn't allowed myself to examine this closely in months.I thought of small moments scattered throughout our marriage that I had dismissed at the time as inconsequential, barely worth acknowledging beyond passing awareness. Amelia disappearing for several hours each week during my grandmother's illness, offering only vague explanations about errands or personal matters whenever I happened to notice her absence. I had never once pressed further, never curious enough about her whereabouts to question the explanation she provided.I thought of the s

Amelia's POVThe entrepreneurs' forum occupied one of the city's largest convention centers, thousands of seats filled with young business owners, aspiring founders, and established executives gathered together for what organizers billed as the year's most significant networking and inspiration event. I stood backstage, reviewing my notes one final time while the previous speaker concluded their presentation to enthusiastic applause beyond the curtain."You'll be wonderful." Priya said beside me, adjusting the microphone clip on my blazer. "The audience has been buzzing about your session since the schedule was announced.""No pressure, then." I said, managing a small smile despite the familiar flutter of nerves settling in my stomach."You've handled more intimidating rooms than this one." She reminded me. "A boardroom full of skeptical directors, a billion-dollar contract negotiation. This is simply people wanting to hear your story."She was right, I reminded myself, taking a slow