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The Billionaire's Ex-wife is a Fashion Icon GRAND ENTRY
The front door swung open with the sound of rolling suitcases scraping lightly against the entryway tiles. Jessica’s head snapped up from the dining table, her pulse leaping. She hadn’t expected them home for another two days.“Mom? Dad?” Her voice carried surprise in it as she rushed forward. She wrapped her arms around Janet first, then Joseph. “You’re back early. I thought you weren’t due to come back until the weekend.”Janet returned the hug quickly, but her eyes were already wandering. The moment they landed on the living room, her smile dropped away like a mask. Ethan stood there awkwardly, shoulders tensed up, hands buried in his pockets. Avery hovered close to him, her cheeks pink and her eyes still glossy with tears.Janet’s lips thinned, her voice sharp as a whip. “What’s he doing here?” Her gaze darted to her granddaughter. “And why is Avery crying behind him?”Ethan straightened immediately, forcing a polite smile even as discomfort rippled through him. “Good evening
The Billionaire's Ex-wife is a Fashion Icon LOVE IS A VERB
The dining table was a battlefield of supplies; tubes of glue, scattered scissors, and stacks of colored paper spilling across the wood. Jessica straightened the poster board at the centre with deliberate precision, her movements sharp, her tone brisk.“We’ll keep it simple,” she said, tapping the board as though stamping it with authority. “Poster board, neat markers, maybe a title with glitter if Avery insists on it. Easy to handle. Manageable.”Ethan leaned back in his chair, his arms stretching over the backrest like he had all the time in the world. A half-smile tugged at his lips, both amused and challenging. “Simple won’t cut it, Jess. You’re thinking too small. This has to stand out. A 3D volcano, or maybe a moving solar system. Something that makes the judges stop and her peers stare.”Jessica’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing. Her arms folded tight against her chest, like she was shielding herself. “This isn’t about you winning, Ethan. It’s about Avery learning. It’s abou
The Billionaire's Ex-wife is a Fashion Icon A-TEAM
The morning sun made its way through the windshield, covering the eyes of everyone in the vehicle. Jessica’s fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, the leather feeling smooth under her palms, her eyes fixed on the road in front of her. The steady hum of the engine was the only sound until Avery’s small voice rose from the back seat, cutting through the calm ride.“Daddy,” she asked, her tone curious, “why don’t you live with us?”Jessica’s heart thudded at the sound of her question. Her shoulders stiffened, and for a moment she thought about pretending she hadn’t heard what her daughter had said. But Avery’s wide eyes blinked at her through the rearview mirror, expectant for an answer.She forced her voice into something light, careful. “That’s not how all families work sometimes, honey. Some mommies and daddies live in different houses, but they both love their children very much.”Avery frowned, kicking the back of Jessica’s seat gently with her sneakers. “So… we’re still a fam
The Billionaire's Ex-wife is a Fashion Icon GOOD COP BAD COP
The skillet hissed and spat, the smell of butter saturating the small kitchen. Ethan leaned casually against the counter where he worked, flipping a pancake with a flick of his wrist, looking far too self-assured for Jessica’s liking.Jessica’s eyes narrowed as she watched the golden part of the pancake soak up another pat of melting butter. With her arms folded, she shifted her weight to one hip. “You’re drowning those pancakes in butter,” she said, her tone sharp enough to slice through the sizzling noise it was making.Without looking up, Ethan smirked. “Relax. I know what I’m doing here. I promise.”Jessica pushed off the counter, stepping closer until she could see the uneven stack he had already plated. Some were too thick, others had lopsided edges, like they’d been rushed. Her voice sharpened. “They’re too thick and some are uneven. Avery’s not going to like them.”This time, Ethan turned his head, his eyes calm but teasing, the kind of look that used to disarm her a few y
The Billionaire's Ex-wife is a Fashion Icon PROMISE KEEPER
Jessica paused in the hallway, her hand tightening around the edge of Avery’s doorframe as soft giggles rang out. It wasn’t the tired mumble of a child about to fall asleep, it was bright, bubbling laughter, the kind that meant bedtime had been completely forgotten. Her lips pressed together. She already knew who was responsible.Pushing the door open, she stopped. The carpet was a sea of coloured papers, safety scissors, glue sticks, and half-crumpled attempts at shapes. In the middle of it sat Avery, her cheeks flushed pink with delight, while Ethan leaned over her, guiding her hands in folding a huge sheet of paper.“Like this,” Ethan said, his voice gentle. “Fold it carefully, and then. See? It looks like a wing.”Avery gasped, her little eyes shining. “It’s a butterfly! Daddy, it’s so big!”Jessica crossed her arms, her figure casting a shadow over the mess. “What exactly is this?”The laughter died. Ethan looked up, caught in the act, a sheepish smile tugging at his mouth.
The Billionaire's Ex-wife is a Fashion Icon THIS ONE TIME
Ethan’s car slid into the company’s private driveway, the engine purring and coming to a stop as he cut the ignition off. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel before he finally summoned the courage to force himself out. The towering glass building loomed above him, its mirrored surface catching the late afternoon light. Normally, he carried himself with the quiet authority of someone who was born into the Mitchell legacy, but today a knot of nerves tugged at his stomach.The familiar marble lobby echoed with the sharp clicks of his polished shoes as he strode across it, greeting no one, eyes fixed on the elevator just ahead of him. Inside, the doors closed him in, and the silence was suffocating. He tugged at his tie, muttering under his breath.“Why now? What’s he going to say this time?”His knuckles tapped against the elevator’s railing, a steady rhythm of unease. With a sigh, he slipped his phone out of his pocket and put it on. The screen lit up with his new wallpape
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