Chasing by Billionaire: My Ex Wants Me Back

Angela's POVThe doctor’s words keep replaying in my head, like a haunting echo. Miscarried. My heart clenches painfully every time I think about it, the weight of the loss crushing me. I didn’t even know I was pregnant. How could I have lost something I didn’t even know I had?Jodelle stays by my side, her presence the only comfort in the sterile hospital room. She’s quiet, but I can see the pain in her eyes, reflecting my own. I want to speak, to ask how this happened, why this happened, but the words refuse to come. I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the unbearable emptiness inside me.“I’m so sorry, Ange,” Jodelle says softly, breaking the silence. Her voice is thick with emotion. “I can’t believe Lyle wasn’t here. That scumbag.”Her words cut through my grief like a sharp knife. Lyle. He wasn’t here. He didn’t even know. The man who was supposed to care for me, who said he would always be there—he was with her instead.“He’s a cheating scum,” Jodelle continues, he

Angela's POVToday is my last day at work. Fiona is still at the hospital, and everything has become crystal clear in the following hours.After today, I’ll be free of Lyle, Fiona, and the endless mess they’ve left me tangled in. The office is quiet, my tasks completed, and a strange sense of peace settles over me as I tidy up my desk for the last time. Maybe Lyle and I won’t see each other again after this. Part of me hopes it’s true.I take one last look around the office, the place that had become my prison. Memories flash through my mind: late nights spent waiting for Lyle to finish his calls, the countless hours I sacrificed for a man who never truly valued me. Just as I’m ready to walk out, my bag slung over my shoulder, I feel a rough grip on my arm. I turn, only to see Lyle, his face set in determination. Before I can even react, he pulls me toward his car, his hand firm and unyielding as he drags me outside.My heart pounds, and I dig my heels into the ground, trying to r

Angela's POVThe moment I step through the door of my grandmother’s house, something cold and sharp crashes against my temple. A glass of wine shatters, the liquid soaking into my clothes as the sting of the impact throbs through my skull. Stunned, I raise a hand to the side of my head, feeling a trickle of warmth—blood. Grandma sits on the sofa, watching me with an expression that’s all too calm, her hand resting on another untouched glass of wine. “So, you decided to show your face,” she sneers. “After ruining everything for this family.”I blink, barely able to believe this is happening. My grandmother, the woman who had practically raised me after my mother left, had never been kind, but this… this is a new low. “What are you talking about?”“Lyle has suspended all business cooperation with us,” she says, her tone laced with venom. “All because you decided to end things with him.”A bitter laugh escapes me before I can stop it. “So that’s it, then; the only thing I was ever wor

Angela's POVLyle’s words echo in the cold, sterile room, sharp and biting. “You killed my child to get rid of me, didn’t you? That was the plan all along—leave me, make sure I’m out of your life completely.”The accusation slams into me, making it hard to breathe. A crushing weight presses against my chest, every word twisting deeper, each one heavier than the last. I step back, my hand flying to my chest as if I can physically hold my heart together. “How… how could you even say that?” My voice cracks, the disbelief cutting through my anger. “Do you really think I’d do something like that on purpose, just to hurt you?”Lyle’s jaw tightens, and he takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Then explain it to me, Angela,” he snaps. “Explain why my child is gone. Make me understand.”I clench my fists, the grief boiling into rage. “You think I wanted this?” My voice rises, and I feel the tension in my muscles, the way my entire body shakes. “You think I haven’t been torn apart, mourni

Lyle's POVI rub my temples, feeling the exhaustion settling deep into my bones. I just don’t have it in me to console Fiona right now. Not after everything that happened with Angela. My patience is shot, my mind a tangled mess. Without much thought, I type out a reply: I’m dealing with something urgent. We’ll talk later.I toss my phone onto the passenger seat, let out a tired sigh, and start the car. The engine roars to life, but it doesn’t fill the emptiness pressing against my chest. Angela’s face still haunts me, that look of quiet devastation, the bitterness that came with it. Even now, I can’t shake it.Ever since Angela moved out, our house has become a place I’ve avoided at all costs. The idea of going back there, to the space that now feels cold and abandoned, makes me feel more alone than I care to admit. So, instead of driving home, I steer toward my parents’ house. It’s not a comforting choice, but it’s better than the alternative.The memory of coming home the night