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Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 101
FLORENCE’S POVThe Blackwood private jet was exactly what you’d expect from Raiden: understated elegance, all clean white leather seats and warm wooden trim. No obnoxious gold, no velvet—just quiet charm and impeccable taste. Even the glassware looked like it had been chosen by someone who appreciated minimalism over flash.Rosa was already curled up in one of the corner seats with her legs tucked under her, champagne in one hand and a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries on her lap. She looked like she belonged there—like her life had always included private jets and French confections at 40,000 feet.Raiden was fast asleep, head tilted against the plush headrest, hair falling slightly into his face. His tie was loosened, his shoes were off, and his arms were crossed like he was guarding a secret. I couldn’t help but smile.I took the seat across from Rosa and buckled in.“So,” I started, propping my chin on my palm. “How is it that you’re flying back with us? Tired of having your
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FLORENCE’S POVIt took Annalise ten full minutes to come out of the bathroom.I didn’t say anything. I didn’t knock. I didn’t push.I just sat on the floor with my back against the door, knees pulled to my chest, eyes flicking toward the clock every few seconds, trying not to let panic cloud my voice when I spoke.“I’m right here, Anna,” I said softly. “Take your time.”The only response I got for a while was the low hiss of the tap and the occasional rustle of movement.My stomach twisted.Finally, I heard the click of the lock, and the door creaked open.She stood there, pale and clammy, her eyeliner smudged at the corners. I’d seen her drunk, seen her mid-breakup sobbing over a pint of mint chocolate chip, seen her dancing barefoot on marble floors at parties—but this?This was different.“Are you…” I rose to my feet slowly, “okay?”She nodded, then shook her head. “I don’t know. That’s been happening a lot lately.”“What!?” My voice rose despite myself. “And you haven’t been to a
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-25Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 103
FLORENCE’S POV“W—What are you doing here?” I sputtered.My voice cracked, dry and defensive. My eyes darted around the room on instinct.The machines were all fine. Still humming. Tubes intact. Air supply secure. No strange men in black suits lurking in corners. No security footage being erased. No signs of sabotage.Still, the panic clung to me like static.Was he here to hurt my father?Mason looked up, startled by the sharpness in my tone.Before he could speak, a warm voice floated into the room.“Hello again, Mr. Mason!” said the nurse, breezing in with a clipboard and a comforting presence. “Just doing our midday rounds.”She smiled at me as well, familiar but not overly chatty, then quickly made her notes and slipped out of the room.“Mr. Mason,” I repeated slowly, turning back to him. “Not Mr. Whitehill?”He scratched the back of his neck. “Uh… yeah. I’ve been coming by. Just to check on him. Hope that’s okay.”It was the most unsure I’d ever seen him. Not even in court, not
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FLORENCE’S POV“Thanks,” I said as I climbed out of the car. “I’ll see you around!”“Yeah,” Mason replied.Just as I shut the door, I heard him again. “Hope so.”I froze. That last part landed weird. Too soft. I stood there for a second longer than necessary, watching the car disappear down the street before shaking myself out of it.Enough. I had work to do.I turned on my heel and walked into the building, the cool lobby air washing over me like a reset button. I was here. I was back. And whatever strange emotion that car ride stirred up—I was leaving it on the sidewalk.As expected, there was a bouquet waiting on my desk.Blush roses this time, nestled among sprigs of eucalyptus. No note. Just like Raiden—elegant, thoughtful, and quietly grand. Next to it sat a small cream box of macarons from a place we’d visited in Paris. I popped one into my mouth—pistachio, my favorite—and let the sugar and almond melt away whatever leftover confusion still lingered.I’d barely opened my lapt
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FLORENCE’S POVOn the night of my husband’s birthday, I placed the cake I’d spent five hours making on the dining table, feeling a flicker of hope. Maybe this time would be different. Maybe he’d walk in, see the effort I’d put in, and smile—really smile—like he used to. Maybe, just for one night, we could be something close to happy.The front door beeped. My heart skipped, anticipation bubbling in my chest. I turned, ready to greet him.Just as Mason spotted the cake, his face turned sour. “Didn’t I tell you not to do this?” he sighed, “I have a jet waiting to take me to Chicago right now.” Even tired from his long day, he looked handsome in his tailor-made designer suit, like the wealthy, powerful CEO he was. I took the cake plate in my hands and went up to him, a big smile on my face. But he didn’t look as happy to see me. “Just take one bite of the cake,” I begged. “It’s your favorite, and I made it myself!” He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Florence, I only
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FLORENCE’S POVThe last thing I needed was more problems. All I wanted was to take a long bath and hopefully sleep off this dilemma. But fate, as usual, had other plans. My phone suddenly rang, and the caller ID was blocked. “Hello?” I answered. A voice I was all too familiar with came over the line, heavy and threatening: “Where’s the money for this month? Or do you no longer care about your father’s comfort in prison?”“Marco… please, just give me a few more days, please don’t hurt him! I’ll send you the money as soon as I can!” “You have 48 hours, Missy. After that… who knows?” The click on the other end told me he had hung up. It was never a long conversation with Marco—usually, he would make demands, and I would just listen. I checked my account balance and realized I was short… very short. My thumb hovered over Mason’s contact on my phone. I didn’t like calling to beg for money… especially after the way he stormed out of the house. But what choice did I have?I clenched
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FLORENCE’S POVFor eight years, I had laid flowers on Jade’s gravestone on the anniversary of her death. But clear as day, I saw her on my screen, flirting with my husband and snuggling up to him while he laughed. I watched him as he looked at her with a smile he hadn’t given me throughout our marriage, and my heart sank. The illusion—my game of house—was shattered. My world spun around me as I tried to make sense of the situation. Was this woman really Jade? If that really was Jade, my “best friend” had some explaining to do. Where had she been all this time? How did she survive? And Mason. If Jade was truly alive, he would definitely toss me aside, just like he always did when we were kids, just like today.A fresh batch of tears stung my eyes when an uglier thought crept in: what about my father? If Mason left me, I wouldn’t be able to ensure my father’s safety in prison.I glanced around at my belongings, realizing how difficult it would be to scrape together the money for Mar
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FLORENCE’S POVHis face didn’t change as he said those words, but my heart fluttered. Had he really been waiting for me all these years? Why?I felt like he could see the cracks I tried so hard to conceal for so many years. Just as I opened my mouth to ask what he meant, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I grabbed it, my stomach twisting when I saw the caller ID—unknown number. I already knew who it was.“Florence Hart,” came the sharp, no-nonsense voice on the other end. Marco’s man. “The transfer was due yesterday. Mr. Hart’s situation here is… unstable. You wouldn’t want anything unfortunate to happen, would you?”A lump lodged itself in my throat. Mason still hadn’t answered my message, which only further confirmed he was ready to end our marriage. “You have until midnight,” the voice continued. “No excuses.” The line went dead. As I pocketed my phone, I could see Raiden’s face turn to concern. “What’s going on?”“Nothing.”He didn’t believe me. “Florence.”I swallowed hard, for
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Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 104
FLORENCE’S POV“Thanks,” I said as I climbed out of the car. “I’ll see you around!”“Yeah,” Mason replied.Just as I shut the door, I heard him again. “Hope so.”I froze. That last part landed weird. Too soft. I stood there for a second longer than necessary, watching the car disappear down the street before shaking myself out of it.Enough. I had work to do.I turned on my heel and walked into the building, the cool lobby air washing over me like a reset button. I was here. I was back. And whatever strange emotion that car ride stirred up—I was leaving it on the sidewalk.As expected, there was a bouquet waiting on my desk.Blush roses this time, nestled among sprigs of eucalyptus. No note. Just like Raiden—elegant, thoughtful, and quietly grand. Next to it sat a small cream box of macarons from a place we’d visited in Paris. I popped one into my mouth—pistachio, my favorite—and let the sugar and almond melt away whatever leftover confusion still lingered.I’d barely opened my lapt
Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 103
FLORENCE’S POV“W—What are you doing here?” I sputtered.My voice cracked, dry and defensive. My eyes darted around the room on instinct.The machines were all fine. Still humming. Tubes intact. Air supply secure. No strange men in black suits lurking in corners. No security footage being erased. No signs of sabotage.Still, the panic clung to me like static.Was he here to hurt my father?Mason looked up, startled by the sharpness in my tone.Before he could speak, a warm voice floated into the room.“Hello again, Mr. Mason!” said the nurse, breezing in with a clipboard and a comforting presence. “Just doing our midday rounds.”She smiled at me as well, familiar but not overly chatty, then quickly made her notes and slipped out of the room.“Mr. Mason,” I repeated slowly, turning back to him. “Not Mr. Whitehill?”He scratched the back of his neck. “Uh… yeah. I’ve been coming by. Just to check on him. Hope that’s okay.”It was the most unsure I’d ever seen him. Not even in court, not
Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 102
FLORENCE’S POVIt took Annalise ten full minutes to come out of the bathroom.I didn’t say anything. I didn’t knock. I didn’t push.I just sat on the floor with my back against the door, knees pulled to my chest, eyes flicking toward the clock every few seconds, trying not to let panic cloud my voice when I spoke.“I’m right here, Anna,” I said softly. “Take your time.”The only response I got for a while was the low hiss of the tap and the occasional rustle of movement.My stomach twisted.Finally, I heard the click of the lock, and the door creaked open.She stood there, pale and clammy, her eyeliner smudged at the corners. I’d seen her drunk, seen her mid-breakup sobbing over a pint of mint chocolate chip, seen her dancing barefoot on marble floors at parties—but this?This was different.“Are you…” I rose to my feet slowly, “okay?”She nodded, then shook her head. “I don’t know. That’s been happening a lot lately.”“What!?” My voice rose despite myself. “And you haven’t been to a
Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 101
FLORENCE’S POVThe Blackwood private jet was exactly what you’d expect from Raiden: understated elegance, all clean white leather seats and warm wooden trim. No obnoxious gold, no velvet—just quiet charm and impeccable taste. Even the glassware looked like it had been chosen by someone who appreciated minimalism over flash.Rosa was already curled up in one of the corner seats with her legs tucked under her, champagne in one hand and a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries on her lap. She looked like she belonged there—like her life had always included private jets and French confections at 40,000 feet.Raiden was fast asleep, head tilted against the plush headrest, hair falling slightly into his face. His tie was loosened, his shoes were off, and his arms were crossed like he was guarding a secret. I couldn’t help but smile.I took the seat across from Rosa and buckled in.“So,” I started, propping my chin on my palm. “How is it that you’re flying back with us? Tired of having your
Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 100
MASON’S POVThe jet ride home was quiet.Too quiet, considering the war I knew I was flying into.The luxury didn’t register. I didn’t taste the wine, didn’t hear the engines. I sat there staring out the window, watching clouds smear against the sky like brushstrokes on glass.I’d agreed to move back into my parents’ estate—not because I wanted to, but because returning to the mansion I once shared with Florence felt like walking back into a coffin. At least at the estate, there were people to blame. Walls I hadn’t painted. Silence I hadn’t created.Control was easier to tolerate than grief.A black car pulled up to the jet before it even fully powered down. No welcome committee. Just a driver and two security guys.Subtle. Functional. Meant to say: You’re back. You’re needed. Don’t ask questions.I didn’t.***The estate looked exactly the same. That was the worst part.Immaculate hedges, polished floors, servants who still wouldn’t meet your eye.As soon as I stepped out of the car,
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MASON’S POVMy heart tore in two as I walked away from Florence at Fashion Week.Telling her I respected her new relationship… that I wanted to be friends…It felt like I floated up out of my body and watched someone else speak those words with a calm I didn’t feel. Someone more collected, more mature, more self-sacrificing.That wasn’t me.And yet… it was the only version of me I wanted to be around her right now.Because what was the alternative? Beg? Cling? Remind her of a love she had spent so long trying to recover from?I couldn’t be that selfish anymore.Still, as I turned the corner away from the crowd, my legs took me to the one place that felt familiar.Chris’s hotel room.***“And… you’re okay with being friends?” Chris asked as he popped open another bottle of beer like it was just water. The room around him was a disaster. Clothes half-folded in piles on the chair. Camera equipment scattered like he’d been mid-shoot and never stopped. Plates from room service littered
Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 98
FLORENCE’S POVOur last few days in Paris went surprisingly smoothly.It was as if all the drama had cracked open the sky, and now the sun could finally shine through. We stopped walking on eggshells, stopped checking over our shoulders. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe.And with that breathing space came something quieter. Sweeter.Raiden and I stopped working, or thinking, or strategizing. We just… existed together.One morning, he took me to a flower market tucked into a sleepy corner of Rue Cler, where stalls overflowed with peonies and sunflowers and wild sprigs of lavender bundled in newspaper. We walked slowly, fingers brushing but never fully entwining, like we were suspended in the space between a first kiss and forever.Another day, he surprised me with a day trip outside the city. Just two hours from Paris was this sleepy, golden-drenched village called Vézelay, where the streets were cobbled and wine was poured like water. We had lunch at a tiny c
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FLORENCE’S POVThree hours and what felt like a million photos later, the shoot finally wrapped.Everyone was sun-drunk and emotionally winded, hovering somewhere between exhilaration and exhaustion. The air smelled of lavender and camera flash, and the vineyard around us glowed golden in the soft, late-afternoon light.But the results?They were extraordinary.Emily stood barefoot in the grass, wrapped in a loose linen robe the color of pearl, sipping chilled lemonade from a glass that looked almost too elegant for this world. Her braid had loosened over the shoot, strands falling gently around her face, giving her a soft, earthy glow.She didn’t look like someone recovering from a scandal.She looked like someone who had just stepped into her power.Rosa and I walked over slowly, like approaching a moment we didn’t want to break.“Hey,” I said gently. “How are you holding up?”Emily turned to us and smiled. Not forced, not shaky. A real one. “Honestly? I’m good.”“Really?” Rosa aske
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FLORENCE’S POVRaiden didn’t say a word as he led me away from the group, down a gravel path that wound through the vineyard toward a quieter patch of garden closer to the house. It was all rose bushes and old stone walls and creeping vines, and for a brief moment, I felt like we’d stumbled into someone’s private love story.The air here was still, sacred almost, as if even the bees buzzing near the blossoms knew to keep it down.“Raiden?” I asked gently. “What’s going on?”He stopped walking but didn’t turn around just yet. I watched his shoulders rise, then fall with a long exhale.“I don’t like the way Chris was flirting with you,” he said finally, his voice low and calm. “He’s got that whole harmless charm thing going, but I see through it. And I didn’t love watching you laugh at his jokes.”My brows lifted slightly. “You dragged me into a secret garden because you were jealous?”“Not just jealous,” he said, finally turning to face me. His eyes searched mine with quiet intensity.
