Chasing My Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

That name… I hadn't heard it for two years, and hearing it now was a sharp stab to my heart. “He's a billionaire… of course he would want a wife to show off to the media,” the girls continued gossiping while they cleaned up the kitchen area. Kaden glanced at me, seeing how I wasn't moving. Beads of sweat draped down my face. “Hey… it's okay,” she startled me back to reality, only for me to realize tears were lingering in my eyes. I shook my head and pretended to work, trying not to hear them. “The other one must have been too plain… I mean, he practically fathered three children while he was married.”

The door handle turned. A voice brushed against my ear before I could even move. “Your husband wants you home.” Cold metal pressed against my neck. My blood turned to ice. And that stopped second, I realizedCharles had found us. “The world doesn’t need proof to hate a woman, it only needs a picture.” The title burned across every screen I passed. “Billionaire’s Wife Caught in Scandal: Secret Affair Exposed.” My name. My face. My life is all torn apart in a single shot.

Ethan stood alone in his £50M penthouse, in his £15,000 suit, surrounded by everything money could buy, and felt poorer than when he was pretending to be poor. Because his wife had left. And outside, in the elevator, Elise finally let out a loud sob, hugging her tote bag, whispering: "My husband is a billionaire... my poor husband is a billionaire... what am I going to do?"

Because in the end, Vivienne’s happiness meant everything to me. And as I looked at her, standing there with her hand resting on her stomach, I realized something else… Chasing the billionaire’s substitute ex-wife had been worth every single moment.

The final tone of her voice showed that our nice conversation was gradually wearing off but I needed to ask one more question. “How did you pull up the fake party? I mean, it was so nice, I forgot it was all part of a plan. How did you get those influential people to come as well?” I asked out of curiosity and she smiled, revealing her dimples for the second time. “First things first, you must think that I'm some sort of poverty stricken wrench, looking for a rich man to make my life good but that's not true. I'm a wealthy woman, you just don't know. I can tell you that my father would easily beat Brent's company to be the biggest in New York but unfortunately, he's lying like a bag of veget

Not when I had spent too long making sure she could never truly escape. And yet, I was the one sitting here. desperate, furious, unraveling. The sting of it all twisted deep inside me, festering like an untreated wound. I had worked too hard for this life. Lied, manipulated, seduced, I had played every game, used every weapon at my disposal to carve my place in Sebastian’s world. I had built myself into the perfect wife, the perfect partner, the woman who belonged at his side. And for what? To be outshined by Evelyn?

The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air while I occupied the kitchen counter, wearing a cream blouse and fitted trousers, readying myself for another day at West Corporation. The television hummed gently in the background, the morning news delivering its standard mix of headlines and celebrity chatter—only this time, I was the focus. *“CEO Natalie West Seen on Date with Billionaire Ethan Sterling.”*

“I still don’t get it. She’s alive, teaching, running a restaurant in Paris… and she hasn’t even tried to reach out to you? The woman used to worship the ground you walked on. She lived for your approval. And now, because she’s some Michelin star chef, she just ghosts you after disappearing for three years?” Devian gave a dry laugh. “She’s with that racer guy now, man. Kevin Laurent. Can’t blame her—billionaire, good looks, global fame… he’s the whole package.” Ethan’s grip tightened around his glass. “Shut up, Devian,” he said quietly. His tone wasn’t loud, but it was sharp enough to make both men fall silent for a moment. Bryan smirked, unfazed. “Come on, Ethan. Don’t tell me it doesn’t bo

If only he could guess what. A news came to his mind and he took out his phone as he walked out of the elevator. He could remember the breaking news he came across online a few days ago and it was still trending. [Jacob Sylvan comes in contact with his ex wife, Blaire Quincy, who is now a billionaire and CEO of Gemma's Collection] The headline read. He immediately clicked on the news story. That was when he realized that the Blaire Ella had mentioned was truly his ex wife. He couldn't help but to wonder why Jacob had gone to see her, did he perhaps want them to get back together now that he knew she owned a fortune?

said the man in the suit. I swallowed hard, the tears I had been holding back threatening to spill. My lips parted, words caught somewhere between gratitude and fear. “He’s my ex-husband,” I whispered, the words scraping raw against my tongue. The man’s jaw flexed, the only sign of tension on his otherwise polished exterior. His gaze flicked briefly toward Luke, then returned to me, unwavering. “Ex-husband or not… he has no place here. Not if he makes you feel like this.”