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Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 107
FLORENCE’S POVI decided not to dwell on the girl from the pharmacy or her runaway assumption. It was just another misunderstanding. One I’d laugh about another day, maybe. But not tonight.Right now, I had to be there for Annalise.The streets were quiet—too quiet. Paris had been noise and cobblestone and chaos, but this? This was the kind of silence that made you feel like you were walking through a painting. Even the wind had a sharpness to it, slicing through the seams of my jacket. I clutched it tighter around myself and picked up the pace, boots clicking against the pavement as I rounded the final corner to my building.By the time I stepped into the apartment, it was nearly 2 a.m.The lights were low. Rosa was sitting cross-legged on the couch, scrolling through her phone, and Annalise was curled up in the armchair, knees to her chest, hands wrapped around a half-full glass of water. She looked up the second I stepped inside.“Hey,” I said gently, slipping off my coat. “Ready?
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FLORENCE’S POVThe day before the gallery opening, Ormela by Rising Row was nearly ready. Mason had devised a unique eco-gallery and fashion house concept that was completely unheard of. Until now. The Ormela gallery gleamed under warm amber spotlights, and each installation stood exactly where it was meant to—alive, unpretentious, waiting to be witnessed.I walked in with Graham and Hazel close behind, all three of us buzzing with the same nervous energy you get before a big storm. Except this storm was ours—planned, intentional, artful.Rosa had insisted that the entire launch be sensory, not just visual. No ropes separating people from the artwork, and no silent security guards glaring at you if you get too close.“This space is meant to be touched,” she had said. “Interacted with. Sat with.”She wanted Ormela to feel like nature: resilient, imperfect, beautiful. Something that could be admired but never fully controlled. One of the centerpieces was a spiraling canopy made from
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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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FLORENCE’S POV“What…”I stared at Jade, my mind struggling to process what had just happened.She didn’t know me?She didn’t know me?The words rattled in my head, loud and hollow, echoing off the walls of my skull.Jade simply got up and left the studio with her entourage, leaving me standing there like I was nothing.I should have followed her. Demanded an explanation. Asked why, after eight years, she was acting like I was a complete stranger.But I didn’t.Instead, I stood frozen, my feet glued to the messy, wire-and-tape-ridden floor. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.***Later that evening, Blake suggested a team dinner at La Ritz downtown. A flashy, expensive place that I definitely couldn’t manage without Mason’s allowance. I still had a bit left on the debit card, and if I stuck to the cheap wine and appetizers, I’d be okay. I hadn’t been to a fancy restaurant in years—a weird confession for the wife of a billionaire to make. It felt nice. But I had a feeling the evening w
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FLORENCE’S POVI felt my breath catch.Chris knew all along. Nobody in the fashion industry knew Mason had a wife… but Chris did. And he knew it was me. Sad as it sounds, I was happy someone in this world actually remembered my existence.But given Florence’s silence… it looked like she didn’t know. Had she been flirting with Mason thinking he was single this whole time? An uncomfortable silence followed. I could feel Jade was stunned by the news because I was, too. How could Mason not have told her? Did he really care that little for my existence? Then I heard Jade’s voice. Soft, hesitant. “I didn’t know that.” A pause. “Why are they acting so distant with each other?”I heard Chris sigh—frustrated, angry, maybe even tired. “Just don’t tell anyone. For whatever reason, Mason doesn’t want people to know. So… it’s not my business, and it’s not yours either.” ***Back at the table, nothing had changed, with Blake still being a professional and Jade being… well, Jade. Charming, witt
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Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 108
FLORENCE’S POVThe day before the gallery opening, Ormela by Rising Row was nearly ready. Mason had devised a unique eco-gallery and fashion house concept that was completely unheard of. Until now. The Ormela gallery gleamed under warm amber spotlights, and each installation stood exactly where it was meant to—alive, unpretentious, waiting to be witnessed.I walked in with Graham and Hazel close behind, all three of us buzzing with the same nervous energy you get before a big storm. Except this storm was ours—planned, intentional, artful.Rosa had insisted that the entire launch be sensory, not just visual. No ropes separating people from the artwork, and no silent security guards glaring at you if you get too close.“This space is meant to be touched,” she had said. “Interacted with. Sat with.”She wanted Ormela to feel like nature: resilient, imperfect, beautiful. Something that could be admired but never fully controlled. One of the centerpieces was a spiraling canopy made from
Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 107
FLORENCE’S POVI decided not to dwell on the girl from the pharmacy or her runaway assumption. It was just another misunderstanding. One I’d laugh about another day, maybe. But not tonight.Right now, I had to be there for Annalise.The streets were quiet—too quiet. Paris had been noise and cobblestone and chaos, but this? This was the kind of silence that made you feel like you were walking through a painting. Even the wind had a sharpness to it, slicing through the seams of my jacket. I clutched it tighter around myself and picked up the pace, boots clicking against the pavement as I rounded the final corner to my building.By the time I stepped into the apartment, it was nearly 2 a.m.The lights were low. Rosa was sitting cross-legged on the couch, scrolling through her phone, and Annalise was curled up in the armchair, knees to her chest, hands wrapped around a half-full glass of water. She looked up the second I stepped inside.“Hey,” I said gently, slipping off my coat. “Ready?
Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 106
FLORENCE’S POVThe energy when Annalise walked back into the room was strange.Not tense exactly, but... off. Thick with something. Expectation, maybe. Concern. And from Rosa? A spark of poorly concealed excitement.Annalise froze halfway to the couch, eyes darting between the two of us. “Okay, what did I just walk into?”“Anna, maybe you should sit,” I said gently, offering her a glass of water instead of an explanation.She frowned but complied, sinking onto the couch. The moment her hand reached for her wine, Rosa swooped in and took the glass.“Hey!” Annalise protested.“Let’s just... put this aside for now,” Rosa said, placing the wine far out of reach. “I think Flo has some questions.”Annalise turned to me, instantly suspicious.I took a deep breath.“Anna... did you sleep with Clarke?”Silence.Rosa’s jaw dropped. “Clarke!? As in Clarke Whitehill? Mason’s brother Clarke?!”Annalise groaned and buried her face in her hands. “Oh god…”“Anna...” I started.“Yes,” she said in a mu
Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 105
FLORENCE’S POVRosa had been given complete creative control by Mason. Not just over the launch, but the gallery itself—the look, the curation, the energy. Mason’s only real instruction was: “Make it yours.”And she had. God, she had.The gallery space was housed in a refurbished textile warehouse, all exposed brick and black steel beams softened by vines that snaked up old columns. Every piece of furniture had been secondhand or repurposed—vintage wooden ladders became sculpture stands, broken window frames were used to showcase pressed wildflowers, and the air carried the faint, sweet tang of beeswax candles.The art? Every piece was as alive as the message behind it. A suspended mobile made of oyster shells collected from polluted beaches. A woven tapestry dyed entirely with vegetable skins and natural pigment. A time-lapse video loop showing an artist painting a canvas, only to let rain wash it clean again.Rosa moved through the space like it was an extension of her body, baref
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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
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
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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,
