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My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife CHAPTER 377
ARIA’S POVI’m intrigued by the envelope that just arrived, though there’s no name on it indicating who it’s for. I thank the maid for bringing in the courier, and once she leaves, I stare at the plain, unmarked envelope, feeling a mixture of curiosity and unease. There’s no return address, no stamps—nothing to suggest where it came from. It looks like someone might have slipped it into the mailbox and quickly left. But why would they do that?I hesitate to open it, confused about what to do. Should I wait for Adam to get home? Maybe this envelope is meant for him, and I shouldn’t pry into something that’s not mine. I run my fingers over the surface, feeling the faint outline of what seems like papers inside. They feel thick, like a stack of documents or maybe even photographs. My imagination starts to run wild with possibilities. What could it be?I sit down on the couch, turning the envelope over in my hands, trying to decide whether to open it or leave it be. Minutes stretch into w
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ADAM’S POVMy thoughts are consumed by Aria as I sit at my desk, replaying moments in my mind. The way she smiled this morning, the careful touch she put into packing my lunch, her effort to make everything seem so normal despite all the chaos around us. As I try to focus on my work, my assistant steps into the office, interrupting my thoughts. He holds a small envelope in his hand and tells me it has just arrived for me.There's no return address, no indication of where it came from, just my name written in bold letters. Intrigued and a bit wary, I take the envelope and open it right there in front of him. The envelope is thin, almost weightless, but the contents are heavy as lead. Inside, there is a single note, its message sharp and direct:“Did you think you could win? Your EX-wife will know the truth today.”The words hit me like a punch to the gut. For a moment, I just sit there, frozen, the paper trembling in my grasp. Then it all clicks—the urgency, the threat. My mind races,
My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife CHAPTER 379
ARIA’S POVIt’s strange how quickly Adam arrived after the envelope was delivered. Almost as if he knew what was coming. He burst through the door, out of breath, with a look of sheer panic on his face. He barely glanced at me, his eyes fixated on the envelope in my hand. It was as if he had only one goal: to get to that envelope before I could open it.The way he grabbed it from me without any explanation, his hands shaking, and his face flushed—it all felt off. The urgency in his movements, the desperation in his eyes—it was more than just concern. It was fear. And now, that fear has been transferred to me.What could possibly be inside that envelope that would make him react like this? Adam has always been so composed, so steady. But today, he was a different man, one who seemed haunted by something I couldn’t see. He muttered something about official documents, but he didn’t elaborate. When I asked, he brushed me off, saying it was business-related and that I shouldn’t worry about
My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife CHAPTER 380
ARIA’S POVIn the days that follow, everything feels different. There's a heaviness in the air, a tension that wasn't there before. Adam, once my steady rock, seems distant, his mind always elsewhere. His avoidance is obvious—he’s more withdrawn, quieter, and constantly on edge.I notice the way he skirts around me, his eyes clouded with worry. It’s not the usual stress from work; it’s something deeper, something more unsettling.He’s spending more time in his study, often closing the door behind him. It’s unusual because he has never been one to shut me out, but now, he’s making an effort to keep me away from whatever he’s doing in there. I’ve seen him jump when I knock, scrambling to hide papers or close his laptop. His protectiveness over what’s in that room is unnerving.At first, I thought it was just business, but the way he has been acting—almost scared—has me questioning everything. There are moments when I catch a glimpse of his face, and it’s as if he’s carrying the weight o
My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife CHAPTER 381
ARIA’S POVThe Mitchells’ intense stares feel like a weight pressing down on me, each glance a wordless demand for an explanation I cannot give. I don’t understand why they’re looking at me like this, why they expect me to have answers about Ethan, their son—someone I don’t even remember meeting. If he was involved in our business, his face is lost to me now, just another forgotten face in a sea of confusion.I try to push the discomfort aside as I turn to Stella, needing some clarity. When I mention Ethan, her reaction is immediate and unmistakable—her face flushes the same way Adam’s did the other day.“I hope they don’t ask me about Ethan again!”“Shh… Better not to speak about him here.”She leans in, whispering urgently that now isn’t the time or place to talk about Ethan. Her tone is sharp, almost pleading, as she tells me that whatever happened to Ethan has nothing to do with me and that I should avoid speaking with his parents. Her words leave me more bewildered than before, h
My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife CHAPTER 382
ARIA’S POVAs I walk through the door, a comforting wave of familiarity washes over me, a stark contrast to the unease I felt at the event earlier. Adam’s presence is a beacon of normalcy in the midst of the chaos. He looks at me with a mixture of concern and curiosity, his eyes searching mine as if he’s trying to decipher my emotions before I even begin to speak.“How was your evening, love?”I recount the evening with a sense of detachment, relaying the highlights of the fashion show and how Stella, with her usual flair, had asked me to be the show-stopper at her next event. There’s a genuine thrill in my voice as I talk about the opportunity, but it’s tinged with an undercurrent of anxiety, an anxiety that only deepens as I bring up the Mitchells.The moment I mention them, Adam’s demeanor shifts dramatically. His face, usually so composed, becomes an open book of anxiety. His eyes widen slightly, and he visibly tenses. It’s as if he’s bracing himself for something dreadful. The ro
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ADAM’S POVThe house feels quieter tonight without Aria, almost too quiet. I sit in the living room, trying to focus on the television, but my mind is elsewhere. It’s a relief, in a way, to have her out with Stella, allowing me a few hours of reprieve from the constant need to conceal the truth. But the silence brings its own burdens. The weight of what I’m hiding hangs heavy in the air, like a storm cloud ready to burst.I never imagined that being with Aria again could feel like this—like walking a tightrope, where any wrong step could send me plunging into the abyss of our past. Every day is a delicate dance of keeping up appearances, of maintaining the façade that everything is fine, that our lives are unblemished by any shadows. However the truth is, the past is always there, lurking just beneath the surface, threatening to erupt at any moment.Aria’s presence in my life now is a gift I never thought I’d receive again. After the divorce, I was certain I had lost her forever. Thos
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DONNA MITCHELL’S POVEvan and I were filled with a mix of emotions when we learned that Aria would be at the fashion show. We felt a strange pull to be there, almost as if it were fate bringing us to the same place. Of course, we had another reason for attending—the brand Ethan and I built together was being showcased, and in his absence, it was our responsibility to be there.Everyone knows that we are grieving the loss of our only child in the Pacific Ocean and we can be excused not to attend the event. But let’s be honest— the real reason we couldn’t resist attending was Aria.Everyone knows that we are grieving the loss of our only child in the Pacific Ocean and we can be excused not to attend the event.Every day without Ethan has been a slow, torturous descent into despair. The pain of losing our son is something that never dulls. It’s a wound that festers, a constant reminder of what could have been if things had gone differently, and somehow, in our grief, we have latched onto
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