Novel & Cerita Trapped With My Billionaire Ex Husband

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.”

“Just like she manipulated her way into this marriage. Ask yourselves why a billionaire would marry a failed designer with a ruined reputation, unless she gave him something worth the trouble.” The insinuation landed like a slap. My face heated, and the old instinct to shrink, to disappear, rose up in my chest the way it always did around Adrian. I didn’t move. “Careful,” Damian said, stepping forward, his voice gone dangerously soft in a way that silenced the remaining murmurs instantly. “You’re talking about my wife.” “Your wife.” Adrian’s laugh cracked at the edges. “Convenient timing. A debt-ridden family, a woman freshly divorced, suddenly a wedding within the month. Almost like it was

I asked. “Yes you already have. His name is Dravor Dawyro Alicco and he's a CEO of one of a huge and successful company here in New York. Moreover he's the one’s, which are the most wealthy and successful businessman in the country, which makes him a multi-billionaire. Okay forget it I'm gonna call him,” she uttered as she exit through the door of the room. ‘Husband? Me? I have a multi-billionaire husband? You've gotta be kidding me. I need to find a way to escape.’

But here she is, doing exactly that. And Aria—my wife, my new billionaire ex-wife—standing her ground with a strength I never truly understood. The realization hits me like a punch to the gut; all these years, everyone has been treating her like a slave, and I never did anything to stop it. Worse, I never even noticed. I was so caught up in my own world, my own concerns, that I completely failed to see what was happening right under my nose. The guilt gnaws at me, a relentless, bitter ache in my chest.

I could feel sweat trickle down the side of my neck and roll down and beneath my heaving breasts. I imagined grabbing his perfectly rounded ass in both my hands and squeezing hard— No. No, I needed to clear these thoughts from my mind. He was my best friend’s uncle, and twelve years my senior, at that. Besides, Barnett was married. I couldn’t afford to get myself wrapped up in some fantasy about a married billionaire, not after I just got away from a cheating husband myself. I wouldn’t do that to another woman. I mentally slapped myself. Barnett wouldn’t want to be with me, anyway. Not when he has a woman like Julia to go home to.

“That’s what’s going on. It’s the first step in getting away from lying scum like you.” “Ava, please, baby, let’s talk. Let me explain everything to you.” Ava chuckled humorlessly. It was funny how she had been probing him all this while, trying to know what he was hiding, and yet her mind could never have grasped this particular secret. She would never have guessed, even with a gun to her head: That her forced husband is a billionaire.

The fear that gripped him was almost unbearable. Because he no longer knew who she really was to him. Is she just a pawn that he acquired by a contract marriage? Or someone more than what he assumes she is? At some point, this had ceased to be about power or pride. Somewhere amid the violence and betrayal, during every glance she cast his way as if awaiting his abandonment—Adrian lost sight of the man he once was. The man who could walk away. The ruthless billionaire that doesn't do attachments or feelings. Now, every decision felt like a snare.

With a sympathetic balance, she responded, "That’s our boss’s ex–husband. A billionaire, as you can see." At that point, it seemed like a time bomb went off inside of me, shattering my entire being.

To millions of anonymous people who know absolutely nothing about the truth, I am the bitter, desperate slut who simply couldn't let go of her billionaire ex-husband. Sitting in the back of a dark airport cab, watching the rain streak the window, I finally put my head in my hands and weep.