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Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 88
FLORENCE’S POV“What are you guys doing in Paris anyway?” Emily asked, adjusting the strap of her designer bag like it was a microphone she planned to drop at any moment.“Oh, just… on vacation,” I replied.She raised her eyebrows, clearly impressed. “Wow. It’s serious if you’re taking holidays together.”I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, you know it’s going well since—”“I don’t care for details,” she said quickly, waving me off like I was about to bore her to death. “I’m meeting someone else later anyway. Young photographer, super cute and very into me. Which is exactly what I need after the narcissist that was Daniel.”“Um… okay. Bye, I guess?”But she was already halfway down the corridor, disappearing into the post-show haze of crew members and models packing up.I lingered a moment, unsure of what to feel about that whole interaction. Then, I turned back toward the main venue, scanning for Raiden in the sea of guests. I spotted him near the refreshments, chatting anima
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FLORENCE’S POVI stood there for a long time. Longer than I should have.I should have asked him why he was looking for me despite choosing Jade. I should have asked him why he ended up bloodied and broken in the hospital. I should have asked him if he ever found Daniel after speaking to Emily. If Daniel was the cause of the scars on his face. I should have done lots of things. But all I could do was replay his words in my head. Can we still be good friends?So gentle. So final.It was like I’d stepped outside my own body during the conversation and only now—now that he was gone—had I reentered it.The music had shifted, the crowd moved around me, but I felt frozen. Like I was watching my own life through a glass window.I smoothed down my dress. Straightened my spine. Took a slow, steady breath.Right.I had a good life. I was in Paris. I had a kind, loving man waiting for me. A man who saw me. Who never needed reminding to listen.I wasn’t the girl standing outside a glass wall an
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FLORENCE’S POVMy silence stretched just a little too long. I could feel it. That uncomfortable beat of tension, the kind where everyone realizes someone in the group is no longer smiling.Rosa jumped in quickly, her tone light but purposeful. “Dad, don’t be weird. Florence is his girlfriend.”Ashton blinked, visibly startled. “Oh! I—really?” He looked at me, hands raised in surrender, flashing a sheepish grin. “Well, damn. I’m sorry, Florence. I meant it as a joke.”I forced a smile. “All good.”But it wasn’t. Not really.The conversation moved on, but something in me had curled inward. Raiden and Ashton returned to talking about next season’s silhouettes, material shortages, and the problem with micro-trends killing long-term vision. Rosa threw in a comment here and there, mostly teasing her father, while I lingered behind them like a quiet accessory to someone else’s night.Their words blurred in my ears. I felt small—again.Invisible, the way I used to feel at events where Mason
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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 POVMy silence stretched just a little too long. I could feel it. That uncomfortable beat of tension, the kind where everyone realizes someone in the group is no longer smiling.Rosa jumped in quickly, her tone light but purposeful. “Dad, don’t be weird. Florence is his girlfriend.”Ashton blinked, visibly startled. “Oh! I—really?” He looked at me, hands raised in surrender, flashing a sheepish grin. “Well, damn. I’m sorry, Florence. I meant it as a joke.”I forced a smile. “All good.”But it wasn’t. Not really.The conversation moved on, but something in me had curled inward. Raiden and Ashton returned to talking about next season’s silhouettes, material shortages, and the problem with micro-trends killing long-term vision. Rosa threw in a comment here and there, mostly teasing her father, while I lingered behind them like a quiet accessory to someone else’s night.Their words blurred in my ears. I felt small—again.Invisible, the way I used to feel at events where Mason
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FLORENCE’S POVI stood there for a long time. Longer than I should have.I should have asked him why he was looking for me despite choosing Jade. I should have asked him why he ended up bloodied and broken in the hospital. I should have asked him if he ever found Daniel after speaking to Emily. If Daniel was the cause of the scars on his face. I should have done lots of things. But all I could do was replay his words in my head. Can we still be good friends?So gentle. So final.It was like I’d stepped outside my own body during the conversation and only now—now that he was gone—had I reentered it.The music had shifted, the crowd moved around me, but I felt frozen. Like I was watching my own life through a glass window.I smoothed down my dress. Straightened my spine. Took a slow, steady breath.Right.I had a good life. I was in Paris. I had a kind, loving man waiting for me. A man who saw me. Who never needed reminding to listen.I wasn’t the girl standing outside a glass wall an
Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back Chapter 88
FLORENCE’S POV“What are you guys doing in Paris anyway?” Emily asked, adjusting the strap of her designer bag like it was a microphone she planned to drop at any moment.“Oh, just… on vacation,” I replied.She raised her eyebrows, clearly impressed. “Wow. It’s serious if you’re taking holidays together.”I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, you know it’s going well since—”“I don’t care for details,” she said quickly, waving me off like I was about to bore her to death. “I’m meeting someone else later anyway. Young photographer, super cute and very into me. Which is exactly what I need after the narcissist that was Daniel.”“Um… okay. Bye, I guess?”But she was already halfway down the corridor, disappearing into the post-show haze of crew members and models packing up.I lingered a moment, unsure of what to feel about that whole interaction. Then, I turned back toward the main venue, scanning for Raiden in the sea of guests. I spotted him near the refreshments, chatting anima
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FLORENCE’S POVAs soon as the final model stepped off the runway and the lights began to rise, I rose from my seat like a fire had been lit beneath me.“I’ll be right back,” I told Raiden.He blinked in surprise but didn’t stop me. “Want me to come?”“No,” I said quickly, already stepping past him.From the corner of my eye, I saw him turning his attention to one of the designers seated nearby, sliding effortlessly into conversation. Typical Raiden—he could read me without even trying. He knew I needed space. And I appreciated him for that.But right now, all I could think about was Emily.She was here.Not just here but on the runway, front and center. Strutting down like she hadn’t vanished off the face of the earth after Daniel had kidnapped me. After Mason had nearly died. After everything.I pushed my way backstage.The buzz was overwhelming—stylists shouting, models laughing, and garment bags flying from one end to another. The air was thick with perfume, hairspray, and leftov
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FLORENCE’S POVMason Whitehill.Surrounded by top-tier designers, international media, and half the room’s attention like he always belonged there. Sharp suit, perfectly groomed and even smiling a little as someone laughed at something he said.I felt a rush of frustration—quick, sharp, irrational.Of course, he would be here. Fashion Week was filled with big names and bigger egos. It made sense.But why now?Why this show?Was he following me?I bit the inside of my cheek and mentally reminded myself to ask Raiden to stop posting photos and videos of us together until we were back home. Not because I had anything to hide—but because I didn’t want my past showing up where it didn’t belong.Mason turned slightly, caught my eye for half a second, and then… started walking toward us.My spine straightened on instinct.Raiden, beside me, noticed immediately. “What just happened?” he whispered, leaning closer. His tone was gentle, calm.“Mason’s here.”Raiden followed my gaze and then nod
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MASON’S POVThe next day, as I sifted through an overwhelming pile of design notes and fabric swatches cluttering my desk, Candace gently knocked on the door before entering.I glanced up, immediately noting the crisp white envelope in her hands. “Is it here?”Candace smiled broadly, brandishing it triumphantly. “Two invitations for Paris Fashion Week, sir. Freshly delivered.”I exhaled in relief, allowing myself a small smile. “Excellent.” I leaned back, stretching briefly. “You’ll accompany me, of course, and ensure all our designers receive their invites as well.”She nodded eagerly, her usual brisk efficiency already kicking into gear. “Absolutely, Mr. Whitehill. Everything will be arranged.”As she hurried out to begin preparations, I reached for the invitation, my fingers brushing the delicate, embossed paper. It was a small piece of hope in what had otherwise been a bleak few months.***Later that evening, while the new housekeeper quietly packed my suitcases in my bedroom, I
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MASON’S POVBetween endless meetings with designers, suppliers, and coordinating closely with Blackwood PR, my days had once again become a blur of deadlines, emails, and phone calls. Eating and showering were nothing more than obligations, moments I forced myself in to simply to stay alive.Some nights, I slept in my office under the table. It reminded me so vividly of those early days when I first built Eternity. The sleepless nights, endless coffees, skipping meals—nothing else had mattered but the company. Nothing except building a legacy so strong, so impenetrable, that no one could take it away from me.No one but myself.Because in those same days, in my obsession, I’d sacrificed Florence. My negligence and lack of appreciation had pushed her away. I shook my head, determinedly forcing her image from my mind. If I wanted Florence back—and I did—I needed to rebuild Eternity first. She deserved more than a crumbling mess. She deserved stability, happiness, and a partner who v
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MASON’S POVStuck in my father’s sprawling mansion, the days blurred together in a haze of misery and self-pity. But finally, I’d had enough.First, I called in a barber. He was discreet and efficient, trimming away weeks of unruly hair and stubble, leaving me looking polished again. Seeing myself clean-shaven in the mirror sparked something deep inside me—a familiar determination, buried under layers of neglect.Next came weeks of intensive physiotherapy sessions. Each day was grueling, filled with sweat, frustration, and pain. But I refused to give up. My body strengthened little by little, first allowing me to walk steadily, then eventually run without exhaustion. With each milestone, my confidence returned.Finally, I was ready to reclaim Eternity from my father’s grip.But I had no idea just how difficult that would be.***My first day back at the Eternity office felt strange. It was quieter than I remembered. Employees eyed me cautiously, whispering behind my back as I made my
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FLORENCE’S POVThe gallery hummed with a strange, nervous excitement. Paris’ elite, with their delicate glasses of champagne and glittering evening gowns, murmured amongst themselves, speculating about the stolen photographs and who could possibly want pictures of some random woman from the exhibition.Some random woman—me.Raiden stood by me protectively, his expression growing increasingly irritated as the police officers ambled lazily around the gallery. Clearly, a theft like this was low priority.“Are you sure this isn’t some misunderstanding?” one officer asked Augusta, scribbling notes absent-mindedly.Raiden scowled openly, stepping forward. “Look, officer, someone deliberately stole two photographs of Florence. Doesn’t that worry you? Somebody wanted those photos.”The officer shrugged lightly. “They’re just pictures, monsieur. Hardly the Mona Lisa. Perhaps an overenthusiastic admirer?”Raiden’s jaw tightened. He turned back to me, sensing my discomfort, and took my hand ge
