Novel & Cerita Chasing My Billionaire Ex Wife

I know you don't go to the gallery anymore, but i also know you've been meeting up with your friends. "Are you having me followed? Is that it?" she replied, shouting. "You are my wife, I should know where you're going to, you dont just leave the house without anyone knowing, and dont think i don't know you are going to meet up with your ex-boyfriend, i said raising my voice. " I can't believe this. First, you have me followed, and as if that's not enough, you accuse me of cheating on you, just weeks after we got married, are you insane"?, she shouted back at me.

I brought it out with my free hand and saw that it was my friend, Ethan, calling. I answered the call and brought the phone up to my ear. He didn't let me speak before he started talking. “Brand, I think I just saw your wife.” I frowned. “My wife?” The phrase had Bailey staring at me with intensity. I ignored her and slowly set Charlotte on the ground. “Yes, your wife, your ex-wife, whatever. The woman that made you go to the bar where we met.” “I think I get the gist now, Ethan.” I said sarcastically, then paused. “Wait, for real? In LA?”

Then she saw the headline that made everything worse. BILLIONAIRE ANTONIO MORETTI'S EX-WIFE MAKES SHOCKING RACING COMEBACK AFTER MESSY DIVORCE She clicked on the article before she could stop herself, read words that reduced her accomplishment to a response to heartbreak rather than her own choice.

Chapter 30 The words on the screen didn't make sense at first. Riley stared at her phone, her fingers tightening around the edges as her breath hitched in her throat. Right there on the main entertainment page, a massive headline stared back at her: *BILLIONAIRE DECEIVED TO FATHER SOMEONE'S DAUGHTER BY EX-WIFE* Directly beneath it, another site had already picked up the story with a different caption: *BILLIONAIRE DECEITFUL WIFE CAUGHT: THE SHOCKING TRUTH BEHIND FREDRICK WELLSPRING MARRIAGE*

“Amara Bennett, or should I say Frost now? You think you can just run off and play billionaire wife while carrying my child? Leaving me behind? After everything we've shared?” Gasps ripple through the ballroom, and cameras flash. The elite turn, phones already recording. My blood runs cold. “What? No! You’re mistaken. I don’t…” He laughs bitterly, pulling out his phone and waving it like evidence. “Mistaken? We were together four years ago, right before you trapped Noah Frost with that first pregnancy. You told me you wanted a better life for our daughter. We kept our relationship secret, and now you’re pregnant again.” Tears start streaming down his face. " Please just come back to me, baby

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

“My back doesn’t hurt anymore right now. I just want to devour you completely. Danielle, your body is incredible. Just looking at you gets me hard. Frank Tino was an idiot for abandoning a beautiful wife like you.” “Mr. Billionaire, don’t mention my ex-husband…” “What? Does hearing his name hurt your feelings?” The billionaire’s voice turned teasing. “Later, you’ll have to answer me this… between him and me, who makes you feel better?”

‘Anyway, that’s why I have bad news for you, son. ‘What is it?’ He relayed, with dramatic emphasis, the conversation he had overheard. He repeated her declarations verbatim: ‘never date a billionaire,’ ‘not worth the trouble,’ ‘attracts their fair share of obsessed fans and stalkers.’ He concluded with her stated preference for a ‘peaceful life with a normal man… a nice, simple, un-powerful man.’ I fell silent. The irony was a sharp, cold blade. Here I was, meticulously engineering Cary’s permanent exile from her life, and I had already been disqualified on principle.

A blurry selfie filled the screen. Her giant grin mssing tooth. The flower crown tilted badly. Caption: “You better come early, latest bride.” A laugh escaped me before emotion hit immediately after. I loved them so much. Another notification appeared beneath it. News article. “THE WEDDING OF THE YEAR: Leo Williams and Kiara Mitchell, Set To Marry Today In Switzerland.” I stared at the headline too long. Then another one. “From Scandal To Soulmates?” And another. “Billionaire Redemption Story Captivates The Internet.”