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116: Costa Rica
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2025-02-05 23:59:07
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 117: Blurred Memories
[Deric]"You know I've always wanted to date you. I can't hide my feelings for you anymore, babygirl. Please… say yes."I urge, my voice filled with raw emotion as I kneel on one knee in the middle of the cafeteria floor. The chatter around us fades into a low hum, the world narrowing down to just the two of us. I'm dressed sharply, a crisp navy-blue suit hugging my frame, polished shoes gleaming under the bright fluorescent lights. In my hands, I hold out a beautifully crafted velvet case, and inside it, nestled like a secret, lies a sapphire-blue diamond necklace. The gemstone catches the light, sending brilliant shards of blue scattering across her skin.My heart pounds against my ribs, anticipation tightening in my chest. My fingers tremble slightly as I stare at the woman before me, but her face… I can’t see it. It’s blurred, like a memory slipping through my fingers, just out of reach."Oh, Deric…" she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.She sniffles softly, wiping away the
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-06The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 118: Tres Leches And Tender Moments
[Arella]Costa Rica is beautiful—so, so beautiful. Vibrant wildlife, wonderful warm people… even if I only understood two percent of what they're saying. Lincoln does most of the talking, his deep, confident voice smoothing over every conversation like he was born to speak Spanish. Still, this is the vacation of my dreams—being stranded in a warm country with my hunk of a husband, who was currently hurling up shopping bags like the macho man he is."You know, I can handle some bags, right, Linc?" I tease, rolling my eyes as he gives me a snort.Seriously, how can he carry so many bags without breaking a sweat? If I wasn’t already pregnant with his child, my ovaries would be tingling right now.Curbing my unhealthy thoughts concerning my ridiculously attractive husband, I point to a cute café by the road as we stroll back the short walk to our hotel—or should I say resort, owned by none other than Lincoln Sawyer himself."Let’s go in there! It looks wonderful!" I squeal, unable to co
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-07The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 119: Churros And Surprises
[Arella] "Don't you dare." My scowl is ominous enough to freeze Lincoln mid-phone call. He turns to me slowly, his expression caught somewhere between guilt and mild amusement—like a deer in headlights, if that deer also had the audacity to be breathtakingly handsome. If I wasn’t so ‘pissed’, I’d take a second to appreciate how adorable he looks right now. But no, I’m furious. Absolutely livid. Well… as livid as one can be while staring at their incredibly attractive husband. Without breaking eye contact, I yank the phone from his grasp, pressing it to my ear. "Never mind, sir. We won’t require that uh.. service" My voice is all sugar and honey as I swiftly end the call. I hope the guy on the other end understood English. Lincoln frowns, lips parting like he’s about to argue, but I cut him off with an accusing glare. "Lincoln Sawyer," I begin, hands on my hips, one brow arched. "How could you?" He blinks at me, clearly unbothered. "How could I what?" "You wanted to cl
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-08The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 120: Uninvited
[Arella]What in the actual fuck?Deric?!The shocked gasp that escapes my lips has him frowning, his dark brows knitting together. The sight of him here—now—sends a sharp chill down my spine.Deric’s frown deepens. “What? Not excited to see me?”My heart cools instantly, like ice water poured over my veins. Excited? I stare into his sad, unreadable eyes, struggling to grasp the insanity of this moment. Like I should feel exhilarated that my ex-husband just crashed my honeymoon, as if this is some long-lost lovers' reunion in a fucking rom-com.My lips part, but all that rolls out is;"Are you… insane?"The words sound so small compared to the roaring disbelief in my head.His eyes flicker with something wild before anger settles in their depths. He steps forward suddenly, gripping my shoulder with an urgency that makes my skin crawl."I went through all the trouble of bypassing your husband's numerous security and traveling this far just to see you," he says, his voice measured but s
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-09The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 121: Jealousy Burns
[Lincoln]That surge of possessiveness I always try to tame around my wife comes spiraling up in full force. The image of his form pressed against her scratches at my skin like claws.God, I hate this man in front of me. "Seems our little talk the other day had no effect on you, Mr. Smith."I crouch, gripping a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back as another groan rips through his throat. More blood spills from his already broken nose, dripping down his lips."Do you want me to ruin you, Deric Smith?" I growl, my voice laced with a quiet, deadly promise.He scoffs, arrogance dripping from every pore. Even with his face beaten to a pulp, he still manages to be insufferable."You can't do shit. Your days are numbered, Lincoln Sawyer. We're onto you. It won't be long before San Diego becomes mine!"A humorless laugh escapes my lips, sharp and cutting. "We, huh?" So that explains his sudden bout of courage and the hurdles that have been disturbing the Sawyer group since we came t
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-10The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 122: Make It Right
[Arella]My feet ache from my hurried steps as I turn around the last hallway, my breath coming in quick, shallow pants. Nothing.It’s like he just disappeared into thin air, leaving nothing behind but the heavy weight of regret pressing against my chest. My shoulders slump, and a deep, exhausted sigh escapes me as I force myself to turn back toward our suite.How could he even think that? It’s absurd. I’d hesitated only because I was about to laugh at how ridiculous it was—how insane it sounded—that I’d ever go back to that douchebag, Deric. I only want to be with Lincoln.A sharp kick from my baby startles me, the sudden movement sending a dull ache through my stomach. I press my palm to the curve of my belly, caressing it gently, my lips pressing into a small, sad smile."You also think I fu—messed up, right, baby?" I whisper, my voice barely audible over the soft hum of the air conditioning.The silence that follows feels like an answer, one that settles heavily in my chest. I gna
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-11The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 123: I'll Wait
[Lincoln]What was I thinking, storming off like that and leaving my pregnant wife alone? The regret is instant, heavy, and suffocating. It gnaws at my insides like a rusted blade. The night air feels colder as I make my way back to our suite, my steps slow but determined. The streets are eerily quiet, the distant hum of the ocean barely soothing the restless thoughts raging in my head. My jaw clenches, frustration curling in my chest. Fuck. How could I have left her like that? She’s carrying my child—our child. And I walked away like a goddamn fool because I was hurt. By the time I reach our door, the weight of my mistake sits heavily on my shoulders, a bitter taste coating my throat. I push it open, my breath hitching at the sight before me. There she is. Curled up on the sofa, her small frame tucked into itself, chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. She’s facing the door, like she was waiting for me, and something inside me twists painfully. Nice job, Romeo
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-12The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 124: A Love Like This
[Lincoln]BREAKING NEWS: ARELLA—THE HEIRESS OF WALCOTT EMPIRE, STUNS THE WORLD WITH A BOMBSHELL ANNOUNCEMENT!Arella, ex-wife of billionaire mogul Deric Smith, has officially stepped out of the shadows—and straight into the spotlight. The newly named heir to the Walcott Empire, one of the most powerful conglomerates in the country, is making headlines yet again. But this time, it’s not about business.Late last night, Arella sent social media into a frenzy by posting a series of intimate photos from what appears to be her honeymoon with none other than Lincoln Sawyer—the enigmatic CEO of Sawyer Group, known for his ruthless business acumen and intensely private personal life.Speculations are running wild. Did the former Mrs. Smith just confirm her secret marriage? And what does this mean for the long-standing rumors surrounding her past with Deric Smith?One thing is clear: Arella is no longer just the woman caught between two powerful men—she’s a force to be reckoned with!---The r
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-13
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 134: Comfort Of His Love
[Arella]The door to the bathroom pushes open, and I can feel the urgency radiating off my husband before I even see him."Arella."His voice snaps me out of the haze of nothingness in my head."Huh?" I reply absentmindedly, barely registering him, my toes peeking above the surface of the water in the tub."You've been in here for more than an hour, love.""I have?" The answer slips out automatically, my voice distant.Today has dragged on forever. From Ava—her confession—to Deric and his memories… it all feels like too much. Like a storm swallowing me whole. My brain feels numb, detached, floating somewhere outside my body.After storming off with Lincoln in hand, I had barely registered coming home, nor the process of stepping into the bath. I don’t even recall undressing. The only real thing is the ice-cold bite of the water against my skin—sharp, unforgiving.That’s it. That’s the only sensation I feel.I barely register my naked body being lifted from the tub. My head swings slig
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 133: The Truth Unleashed
[Arella]“My memories are back.”The words sound in my head like a bad omen, curling around me like smoke, thick and suffocating. For a moment, my heart stops.There was a time when I dreamed of this—of him remembering, of him looking at me the way he used to, of the boy I fell in love with in my sophomore year coming back to me.But things change.People change.And Deric? He became something else entirely.Apart from the small, fleeting shock that zips across my skin, I feel nothing now. Nothing but pure, numbing apathy.But beside me, there’s something else—something sharp, electric.Lincoln.The energy radiating from him is different, dangerous. A nervous, explosive energy, coiled tight like a wire about to snap. I can feel his restraint, the way his muscles lock in place, his breathing steady but tense.He’s waiting. Holding back.For me.For my move.Keeping my face blank, I yank my hands away with force, stepping back a few inches. My voice comes out steady, deceptively cold.“
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 134: back
[Arella]Vivian is the first to notice me. Her eyes widen, not just from the sting of Deric’s slap but from the fact that I saw it happen. Despite the firestorm raging inside me, a self-satisfied smirk tugs at my lips. Trouble in paradise? I wonder what woman is strong enough to break these two apart.I ignore her. She’s insignificant. My gaze zeroes in on Deric, and he’s already looking at me. His eyes also wide but hold something foreign—something sickening. Like I’m the light in his dark world. Like… how he used to look at me.Disgust coils in my stomach.He steps closer, his fingers twitching as if reaching for me. But, all I see is him, drenched in a drunken haze, tossing money at my foster mother’s dying body like she was some disposable trash.“Arella…” His voice cracks. “It’s… you. I’m not dreaming, am I?”My hand moves before I even think. The sharp crack echoes through the room, my palm meeting his cheek with enough force to tilt his head to the side. But I don’t feel the s
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 131: Need To Kill
[Arella]The ringing in my ears is deafening, a sharp, unbearable screech that drowns out everything else. My heart pounds against my ribs, hammering so hard I swear it might break through. What did she just say?"What?!" I sputter, the words barely forming as the world tilts on its axis. My throat is dry, my pulse a wild, erratic mess. I watch Ava’s lips move, the syllables barely escaping before her eyes dim."It was...Deric Smith…"Then, she collapses against my shoulder, her body going limp like a marionette doll with its strings cut.A strangled sound escapes me. Panic—raw and unforgiving—roars through my veins, squeezing my lungs like a vise."Doctor! Doctor!" I scream, my voice breaking, my hands gripping her lifeless body. It feels like an eternity before the door bursts open and the doctor rushes in, a nurse trailing behind her. They don’t hesitate. I’m shoved aside, my arms suddenly empty, and I stumble back, disoriented.My breathing is erratic, the walls pressing in, the h
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 130: I Remember Everything
[Arella]Giving Lincoln one last look of reassurance, I follow the doctor into Ava’s ward. Two nurses are flocking around her, checking her pulse. The sterile scent of the hospital room fills the air, mixing with the anxiety that seems to hang in the atmosphere. Ava’s eyes jump around, frantic, her movements tense like she’s scared that even the slightest touch will hurt her. It twists something deep inside me—this isn’t my Ava.Her eyes instinctively catch mine, and I feel a lump rise in my throat. The tears in her eyes are like a punch to the gut. She’s lost, broken, and it feels like the world has fallen apart for her."Ava?" I say softly, my voice cracking as I step closer."Ella?" she asks, her voice so fragile it feels like she’s whispering to the air, unsure if she’s truly seeing me or if I’m just a figment of her shattered mind."Hi, baby," I coo gently, moving closer. I sit on the bed beside her, wrapping my arms around her trembling body. Her arms respond immediately, but th
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 129: The Doctor's Warning
Cold, sterile stench of the hospital clings to me like a second skin as I hurry down the dimly lit corridor, my pulse pounding so loudly it drowns out the sound of my heels clicking against the floor. The bright overhead lights feel too harsh, the air too cold, and my whole body is tight with panic. "Calm down," Lincoln whispers beside me, his hand finding mine, his grip firm and reassuring. Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down when my sister is in critical condition? When I am supposed to be on my honeymoon, yet here I am, sprinting toward a doctor’s office like my life depends on it? My chest heaves as I force myself to breathe, trying to push back the overwhelming fear clawing at me. Then I spot My mother-in-law, She sits stiffly in a chair outside the doctor’s office, her hands clasped so tightly in her lap that her knuckles have turned white. Her usually warm eyes are clouded with worry, her lips pressed into a thin, trembling line. The second she sees me, her expres
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 128: What Have I Done?
[Deric]This migraine will be the death of me."Bring me more bottles!" I roar at the bartender, my voice thick with alcohol and fury. The dim lighting of the bar barely does anything to soothe the pounding in my skull, the ache digging in deep like a knife.The bartender flinches, his face paling. “S-Sir, I think you’ve had enough,” he stammers, his Spanish accent tangling with his words.Enough?I jerk up so fast the stool scrapes against the floor, the sound grating against my ears. Grabbing him by the collar, I twist it hard, pulling him close enough to see the panic flashing in his eyes."Listen here, buddy. If you don’t get me more bottles of beer right now—""Whoa, whoa!"A strong grip yanks me back. My vision sways. The migraine slashes through my skull, and I almost collapse right there if not for the thick, muscular arms shoving me down onto my stool.A man looms over me—a huge guy with a thick mustache and a jagged gash running across his left eye. He mutters something in S
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 127: Mom's Call
[Arella]"Oh, c'mon, Lincoln, not this again."My eyes roll as a pout tugs at my lips. I know he can’t resist when I do that."Our honeymoon’s almost over—we should make the most of it," I plead, tugging his arm repeatedly like a child."We should," he finally turns to face me, a scowl on his handsome face, his deep honey brown eyes flickering with something sinful. "Like every other normal honeymooners, we should be in bed all day for the next two days before we go back."A look of horror flashes across my face, and Lincoln immediately chokes on his suppressed laugh.I take a step back, my core tightening at the memory of last night—his punishment. The way he handled me like I was nothing but his to ruin, the way his voice dropped to that deadly whisper before…No. No way in hell.His laugh settles, but his gaze doesn’t waver. He knows. He knows exactly what I’m thinking about, and I hate that. Heat rushes to my cheeks, and he clicks his tongue, his lips curving into that wicked smir
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 126: Almost Identical
[Arella]Pulling out the towel Lincoln packed for me, I wrap it around her shivering frame. Her skin is cool to the touch, damp with seawater, and her breath is still uneven from the near-drowning."Thank you," she whispers softly, almost as if she’s still in shock.“You're welco—”“Thank you!” she repeats, louder this time. But her eyes aren’t on me anymore; they’re locked onto Lincoln.My socially awkward husband, who doesn’t even acknowledge her. He just brushes past us like she doesn’t exist, heading straight for his phone on the table. No glance. No nod. Just complete, ice-cold disregard.I want to facepalm myself.Her face falls slightly, her shoulders drooping just a bit before she looks back at me with an uncertain expression. "Help me thank your brother. I really do appreciate it."My brows furrow. Brother? Did Lincoln and I look… alike? I let out an awkward laugh, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "He's my husband actually, and don't worry—he's glad to help. Jus
