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The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return A Rainy Night
Upon arriving at my office, Stella was already present, sorting a pile of papers on my desk. She glanced up upon our arrival, her eyebrow-raising in intrigue. "What is happening?" Stella inquired, putting the papers down. "This young lady," I remarked, pointing in her direction, "was let go earlier today." "I must understand the reason." Everyone took a seat, the girl shifting anxiously in her chair. “Begin at the start,” I encouraged her. "What took place?" She inhaled unsteadily. "I observed a few inconsistencies in the project documentation following our meeting yesterday." I believed it was important to notify them, so I approached my boss first thing this morning to inform her that the project may require suspension for additional evaluation. "And then?" I inquired, already anticipating where this was leading. “She… she didn’t handle it well,” the girl went on. “She became furious and stated that I was crossing my limits.” She charged me with incompetence and asserted that
Last Updated : 2025-01-31The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return An Unwelcome Ride
"That's what we're attempting to understand," Stella remarked with a slight smile, giving his head a pat as he walked by her. Jason hopped up onto the couch, his little legs dangling as he gazed at us with big eyes. "You might be able to use Mrs. Pat’s car." "It’s quite old, yet it still functions." Stella laughed softly. "That's kind of you, Jason, but I doubt Mrs. Pat's car can reach Town B." I exhaled a breath, massaging my temples. “Stella, did Gregory mention anything regarding why this event couldn’t be delayed?” She nodded her head. "Not at all." Typical Gregory—pulls a trick like this and leaves you to handle the consequences. "Certainly," I whispered, pressing his number once more. On this occasion, he answered. “Natalie,” Gregory remarked, his tone frustratingly nonchalant. “Why didn’t I get notified about this event sooner?” I insisted, my tone strained. "Arrangements made at the last minute," he responded effortlessly. “You’re aware of how it works.” “At the last
Last Updated : 2025-01-31The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return Stepping Into Chaos
The “discussion” continued. Jason leaped from one subject to another, from his beloved TV series to his ideas for a hidden treehouse (which seemingly wasn’t hidden anymore). I attempted multiple times to interrupt him. "Jason, allow Mr. Lucas some peace and quiet." "He's the one driving," I remarked, hoping to make him feel guilty enough to be quiet. “It’s okay,” Lucas replied calmly, keeping his gaze focused on the road. “I’m okay with it.” "It's pleasant to have companionship." I stifled a groan, realizing I was losing the struggle. At one moment, Jason pulled on my sleeve. "Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom." "Why couldn't you have done that before our departure?" I whispered, even as I was searching for an appropriate stop. Lucas noticed a tiny rest stop in the distance and stopped. The moment the car halted, Jason rushed out, pulling me by the hand. As we stood in line for the bathroom, I squatted to meet his height. “Jason, dear, you need to stop talking so much.” Mr. L
Last Updated : 2025-01-31The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return The Media Cornering Us Again
Unwillingly, I turned and departed, the sound of Jason’s laughter diminishing as we moved away. The charitable gathering took place in an impressive community hall. When our car arrived, I quickly noticed the group of paparazzi assembled by the entrance. Their cameras blinked like strobe lights, and I could already hear the yelled inquiries from beyond the barriers. “Wonderful,” I whispered softly, exiting the vehicle. Lucas stepped out on the opposite side, straightening his tie as if the disorder didn’t affect him in the slightest. As we approached the entrance, I sensed the cameras shift toward us, their lenses focused on each step we made. The inquiries began right away. “Natasha! “Have you and Lucas reconciled?” “Mr. Knight, is this a fresh beginning for the two of you?” “How is this event connected to your relationship?” I balled my fists, trying to overlook them, yet the questions bothered me. Lucas looked at me, his face inscrutable, before moving closer and speaking to
Last Updated : 2025-02-01The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return Confronting Gregory
I moved ahead, planning to intervene, but Jason replied easily, his tone distinct and assured. “I believe my mom is fantastic!” he exclaimed, grinning. “She puts in a lot of effort, yet she still allocates plenty of time for me.” “I also wish to assist others, just like she does!” The audience dissipated, their unified “aw” resonating throughout the space. I also couldn't resist smiling, even though I wished he didn't have to handle the attention. Once the excitement faded, I heard a deep, melodic voice coming from behind me. "You've brought up quite an impressive young man." Courteous, articulate, delightful. He didn't get that from you. I spun around, shocked, to see Ethan Sterling right in front of me. He was even more annoyingly attractive from a distance, his gray eyes sparkling with delight. "Beg your pardon?" I spoke, my tone cold. "You heard what I said," he responded with a grin. “He possesses flawless etiquette.” In contrast to his mother, who bumped into me at a snac
Last Updated : 2025-02-01The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return The Battle with the Media
"I'm sorry," Rebecca whispered softly, remaining in place. "I didn't intend to make you upset." "I merely believed it was important for you to be aware." I compelled myself to inhale deeply, shutting the article. "That's okay, Rebecca." "I appreciate you highlighting this for me." Rebecca paused once more, then said, “For what it’s worth… I believe you conducted yourself admirably at the event. It's simply that... people enjoy drama, right? I nodded, although her words offered little solace. As Rebecca walked out, I reclined in my chair, gazing at the ceiling. The media was crafting a narrative I couldn't oversee. The stock was declining. And Gregory was likely enjoying the disorder. I tightened my fists, a blend of annoyance and fear flowing within me. Lucas's return to my life had been an unexpected upheaval, and now, it appeared that the repercussions were merely starting. The brightness of my office light seemed more intense as the seconds passed. I drummed my pen on the des
Last Updated : 2025-02-01The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return Granny’s Plan Unfolds
“I suppose that's true,” I murmured, collapsing onto the couch. "This is a catastrophe." Granny West struck her cane on the ground, her keen eyes squinting a bit. "I asked you to let me handle it." "And coincidentally, I've discovered an answer." I glanced at her, shocked. “What type of solution?” She smiled softly, yet it failed to illuminate her eyes. "You will discover it before long." Her words gave me a shiver down my spine. I was in my walk-in closet, with the gentle light from above bouncing off the lines of neatly arranged garments. Granny West stood by my side, her keen eyes assessing the choices like a commander getting ready for a fight. “This one,” she said, taking out a sleek emerald green dress. I paused, grasping the cloth with my fingers. “Grandma, are you certain this is the optimal decision?” She glanced at me, her demeanor steady yet resolute. “Believe me, Natalie." You aim to appear self-assured, collected, and perfectly enticing. “This gown accomplishes a
Last Updated : 2025-02-01The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return The Art of Pretending
“What are you up to?” I inquired, my tone tinged with annoyance. “Assisting,” he remarked straightforwardly, slicing the piece into an ideal bite-sized piece. He pierced it with the fork and extended it towards me. "Here." Give it a go. I looked at him, amazed. "I am capable of cutting my own food, Ethan." "Indulge me," he said, his voice lighthearted but firm. Hesitantly, I leaned in and took a bite, my cheeks flushing as his gaze remained fixed on me. The steak was cooked to perfection, yet I hardly tasted it. "There," he remarked, placing the fork down with a pleased grin. "Look?" "You’re already unwinding." I stared at him fiercely, resolved not to allow him to irritate me. However, he wasn't finished. “Stay still,” he instructed, leaning over the table once more. "What's next?" I inquired, my annoyance escalating. He extended his hand, his thumb softly gliding over the edge of my lips."You had a tiny something," he remarked, his tone soft and playful. My breath caught,
Last Updated : 2025-02-02
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The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return A Line Too Blurred
I walked into the boardroom with Stella right behind me, her presence a steady anchor as I prepared for the inevitable confrontation. The tension in the air was immediate, thick, and suffocating. The board members—men and women who had once feigned neutrality—sat stiffly in their leather chairs, their gazes cold and unreadable. The usual whispers of greeting, the polite nods—gone. Gregory sat at the far end of the long table, his fingers tapping lazily against the polished wood, his expression nothing short of pleased. I pulled my shoulders back and took my seat at the head of the table, locking eyes with each member before finally settling on Gregory. “I’m here to discuss the project I ordered to be shut down,” I said coolly. “Yet, despite my direct orders, it’s still bleeding funds. I’d like an explanation.” Gregory leaned forward, his smirk widening. “Oh, we’ll get to that,” he said smoothly. “But first, we need to address something more pressing.” A man to his left
The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return Lies and Warnings
When I got home, fatigue enveloped me as if it were a second layer of skin. The day had dragged on, packed with lies, control, and a headache that had taken residence behind my eyes like a bothersome visitor. However, as soon as I entered the room, Jason rushed over to me."Mother!" He threw himself into my embrace, holding me closely. I embraced him in return, pressing my face into his gentle hair. "Hello, darling." “Did you act well today?” Jason pulled back and nodded eagerly. “I practiced my handwriting! Granny helped.” I glanced toward the sitting room, where Granny West was seated in her usual chair, a cup of tea in hand. Her sharp eyes were already on me, studying me like she always did—assessing, calculating. I sighed, giving Jason a soft pat on the back. “Go grab your notebook. I want to see your hard work.” Jason beamed and scurried off. I walked over and sank into the chair across from Granny West. The warmth of home did little to ease the tension coiling in my s
The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return The Failing Project That Won’t Die
The gentle scrape of a crayon on paper resonated in the stillness of my office. Jason sat with his legs crossed on the floor, bent over his newest creation, his tongue just peeking out as he focused. I attempted to concentrate on the figures before me, my fingers moving smoothly over financial statements, yet my thoughts felt sluggish. The dinner that occurred two days prior. Gregory's arrogant expression. The dangers loom over me like a dark storm. “Mommy?” Jason’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Hmm?” I murmured, still scanning the documents. “Why do people keep trying to take your things?” My pen froze mid-stroke. Slowly, I looked up, my heart skipping a beat. Jason wasn’t looking at me—he was still coloring, his small hands carefully shading in the outline of a house. The innocence in his voice made the question hit harder. I swallowed. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” Jason shrugged, still focused on his drawing. “Like Uncle Gregory. And those men who say bad th
The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return The Web of Lies
I gazed at my image in the mirror, my fingers clutching the chilled marble of the vanity. The face looking back at me was calm, inscrutable—but underneath, I sensed the tempest brewing. The inquiries. The uncertainty. The truth struggling to emerge, insisting on being recognized. Stella sat behind me with one leg crossed over the other, observing me through the reflection in the mirror. Her fingers tapped on the chair's armrest, her irritation barely held back. "This is completely nonsensical," she whispered, looking disapprovingly. “If you’re the daughter of James West, why doesn’t Granny West just say that?” I exhaled deeply, running my fingers through my hair. “I don't know.” Stella leaned in, placing her elbows on her thighs. "You ought to have the right to inherit the business if he is your father." Honestly, you shouldn't need to act like his widow at all.” I let out a humorless laugh. “And yet, here we are.” She huffed. “Maybe it’s Gregory? Maybe they’re afraid if he fin
The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return A Dinner Full of Landmines
The quiet hum of the mansion was interrupted by a soft knock on his study door. Lucas barely looked up from his laptop when a maid stepped inside, bowing slightly. “Sir, dinner is ready.” Lucas grunted in recognition, massaging his temples before ultimately closing his laptop. He had devoted the past few hours engulfed in tasks, partly to occupy his mind, partly because there was always additional work awaiting. As he descended the stairs, he sighed as soon as he spotted his mother sitting at the dining table. *Damn it.* If Elizabeth Knight ever sat at the dinner table instead of having her meals brought to her study, it meant *one thing*—she was here to grill him. He barely had time to brace himself before another voice filled the room. “Oh my God, Lucas!” Miranda gasped dramatically, placing a manicured hand over her chest as she looked at him in mock surprise. “When did you get home?” Without looking up, Lucas muttered, “Late last night.” Then, with a pointed glance
The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return A Morning of Revelations
Breakfast at the West estate was usually a quiet affair—except when Jason was involved. This morning, he was in full energy mode, bouncing in his seat as he recounted every single detail of last night’s outing. “And then! Then Uncle Ethan let me be the *captain* of the pirate ride! And Lucas—*I mean, Uncle Lucas*—he won me this giant stuffed tiger! And Mommy screamed so loud on the roller coaster, you should’ve heard her, Granny!” I nearly choked on my coffee. “Jason.” Granny West, seated at the head of the long dining table, didn’t even glance at him. No, her sharp, dagger-like gaze was entirely *focused on me*. Mrs. Pat, ever the quiet observer, simply refilled Jason’s glass of orange juice, nodding along to his endless chatter. “Oh, oh! And then the fireworks! They were *so cool*! And—and Uncle Lucas and Uncle Ethan kept fighting! They kept trying to impress Mommy—” I shot up, clamping a hand over his mouth. “Okay, Jason, that’s enough. Finish your breakfast.” He wi
The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return The Game Begins
Lucas led the way, his strides purposeful as we exited the café. The cool night air did little to ease the lingering frustration from our conversation. I was still trying to process what had just happened when I spotted two familiar figures heading our way. Jason and Ethan. Jason, still buzzing with excitement, was practically skipping beside Ethan as they made their way toward us. But the moment Ethan spotted Lucas and me together, something flickered in his eyes—mischief, challenge, and something far more irritating. Before I could react, Ethan’s expression shifted dramatically. He rushed toward me, arms wide as if he had just found a long-lost lover. “Natalie! *There* you are,” he exclaimed, wrapping me in an exaggerated hug before I could step away. “I was so *worried* about you. I’ve been searching *everywhere!*” I stiffened. “Ethan, you were literally—” “Hush,” he whispered dramatically, tightening his hold, his voice just loud enough for Lucas to hear. “I don’t know
The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return The Call and the Chaos
The park sparkled beneath the evening lights, the brilliance of vibrant bulbs lighting up each ride and walkway. Jason and Ethan were in front of me, sprinting towards a carousel, their laughter mixing with the joyful music playing in the background. I followed behind, my pace lagging as I allowed them their time. Then my phone vibrated, snapping me back to reality. I looked at the display—Stella. “Hi?” I replied quietly while moving to the side to steer clear of the crowd. "Natalie," Stella's voice chimed in, sharp and a bit annoyed. "Where are you located?" And where is Jason? "It's late now, and you still haven't come back." I looked at my watch, understanding just how much time we’d spent here. “I reluctantly confessed, ‘We’re at Disneyland.’” “Disneyland?” Stella's voice was filled with disbelief. "What are you up to over there?" "It's... complex," I replied, massaging my temples. "Let’s just say Ethan came up with a plan, and Jason is enjoying every moment." “Ethan Sterli
The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return High-Flying Chaos
The inside of the jet was elegant and opulent, featuring plush leather seating and glossy wood details. Jason had settled in comfortably, bouncing in a chair and pushing every button he could access. Ethan, as always, remained entirely unfazed, reclining in his chair as if this were merely another ordinary day in his bizarre existence. I believed I was the voice of reason amid this chaos—or at least I hoped so. “Hold on a moment,” I replied, looking over the cockpit through the ajar door. “We're lacking something.” “Missing what?” Ethan asked, raising an eyebrow. “The pilot!” I exclaimed, pointing toward the empty seat in the cockpit. Ethan shrugged nonchalantly, standing and making his way toward the controls. “No problem.” “No problem?” I repeated, my voice rising. “What are you doing?” “What does it look like?” he said over his shoulder. “I’m flying us there.” I froze, watching in stunned disbelief as he slid into the pilot’s seat and began flipping switches. “You can’
