Romans & histoires Dumping My Billionaire Ex Novel

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.”

Blue sat at the table coloring quietly, unaware that the headlines had already started spreading. I looked down at my screen. BLACKWOOD DIVORCE SECRETS RESURFACE Hidden Child Rumors Surround Billionaire CEO Sources Question Timeline of Marriage Collapse Jesus Christ. The leak had spread faster than I expected. I opened the article anyway. Mistake. They framed Elara exactly the way I knew they would. Quiet wife. Mysterious disappearance. Speculation about infidelity. Questions about paternity timelines carefully disguised as “industry curiosity.” Cowards. Every single one of them.

"I saved it because it felt abandoned." The word hangs between us. She understands it — I see it in the way she goes still. "You said you'd tell me the whole story," she says gently. Elaine. Even now the name tastes like rust. "I was twenty-five. I met her at a fundraiser. Charming, intelligent. I trusted her with everything — the books, the scheduling, my future." My jaw tightens. "The night before our wedding she told me she was nervous. By morning she was gone. She emptied the safe. She'd been feeding proprietary information to a competitor for months."

"What could make our aloof and unapproachable CEO drown his sorrows here?" Ben smiled without saying anything. Sebastian guessed, "Everyone in the group is saying Mr. Ford and Sheila broke up, and he's exiled her to my place." Regan: "What's going on here?" Killian didn't speak and downed a glass of wine. Seeing Killian in this state, Regan and Sebastian became even more curious, turning their attention to Ben. "Do you know?" Ben played coy. "I know a little bit." At this time, Killian slowly said, "She wrote me an IOU for over ten million, saying she wants to be financially independent and recorded everything I bought, and my mom gave her."

Headlines blaring across the bottom. ‘The Billionaire Heiress Returns.’ Somewhere deep in the forgotten part of Manhattan, a single light bulb swung from the ceiling, flickering on and off -each flash revealing fragments of obsession. A wall - covered. Photo after photo of Scarlett Monroe. Scarlett stepping out of her car. Scarlett at a business gala. Scarlett with Cassian. Scarlett at the funeral. Each image was connected by thin red strings, webbed together in a pattern that made no sense- or perhaps too much sense.

Charles called softly and she looked at him in tears. “It's okay,” he muttered and pulled her into a hug. She cried in his arms and he ran his hand through her hair. Just when she thought she was going to start over and have a new life, somehow, she got humiliated over her mistake again. She recalled the headlines again. “New York Billionaire, Xalia Harper, seen with Zade Vale at the ball last night. She seems to have done what is best known for to get Zade Vale, being a whore.”

Faced with betrayal, I killed whatever mercy I had left. At the board meeting that afternoon. I plugged a flash drive into the computer and cast it onto the huge screen. Every executive in the room gasped. It wasn’t a business plan. It was Jax’s personal bank statements. "Three months ago. Presidential Suite at the Peninsula. Fifty-eight grand." "Two months ago. Private jet rental to Miami. A hundred and two grand." "Last week. Custom Patek Philippe. A hundred and twenty-six grand."

Chapter 150: One Secret Out. WILLIAMS The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. I sat on the couch with a glass of red wine, watching the chaos unfold on my phone screen. Every blog, every gossip page… they were all talking about her. Vicky. My sweet, stupid ex-wife. The hashtags were trending: #GoldDiggerVicky #RueDeservesBetter I scrolled, taking in every nasty comment with a smile that kept stretching wider.

Natalie's POV: Stepping out of the house, I hurried past the front porch and through the gates, my feet carrying me aimlessly down the road. My vision was blurry from the tears that refused to stop. I wasn’t just crying—I was wailing. I fought for this marriage. I endured the whispers, the disapproving glances, the silent judgment of people who thought I didn’t belong in Ethan’s world. But Ethan… he never made me feel like I was beneath him. He never felt like a billionaire to me.