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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 141: Out With The Girls
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[Arella]"No way."Sasha’s eyes widen, all her usual mischief gone in an instant, replaced with something rare—genuine disbelief."Yes way." Bridget grins, the corners of her lips twitching with amusement. "I’d rather run this company alone than have a VP who isn’t you. And I was always going to make it official right here anyways," She gives a playful wink, tilting her head slightly, her golden-blonde curls catching the dim overhead lighting of the restaurant. "You know, officially use this method to fire our city’s youngest president."A sharp snort escapes me before I turn to Sasha, who is still sitting there, blinking like we'd just told her the sky is green."Are… are you sure?" she stammers, her brows furrowing as her dark eyes flick between Bridget and me. "I don’t think I’ll be as great as Ella, though. Why don’t we—"Before she can start doubting herself, I reach across the table and place my hand over hers, squeezing gently. The warmth of her skin is slightly clammy, and I k
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[Deric]The acrid stench of alcohol clings to the air, thick and suffocating. I groggily rub my eyes, wincing as a sharp ache pulses through my skull. The couch beneath me is lumpy and reeks of stale booze, but I barely register the discomfort. My head spins, a nauseating reminder of last night’s binge.“Fuck.”The word rasps from my throat, my voice hoarse, like I haven't used it in years. Every breath feels like sandpaper scraping against my insides. I blink against the dim light filtering through the curtains, my gaze sweeping the disaster around me.Empty liquor bottles litter the floor, some still rolling lazily from whatever drunken tantrum I must have thrown. Glass shards glint from a broken tumbler near the coffee table. The entire apartment is a goddamn warzone—a depressing, liquor-soaked crime scene of self-destruction.My days have become an endless blur of drinking and remorse. What the hell else am I supposed to do?One minute, I was returning from my honeymoon, high on l
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[Arella] The hallway is eerily quiet, save for the occasional shuffle of nurses and the soft beeping of machines behind closed doors. The sterile scent of antiseptic clings to the air, sharp and medicinal, making my stomach churn slightly. God, I hate hospitals. The too-white walls, the artificial brightness, the way time seems to stretch unbearably long here. It all makes my skin itch. "Right this way, Mrs. Sawyer," a familiar nurse from my last visit says, gesturing toward Ava's ward. I follow, though my legs feel heavier than they should. My palms are clammy, an unexpected nervousness creeping up my spine. Why do I feel like this? I’m here to take my younger sister home. This should be a relief. A victory. But something about today feels... different. Unsettling in a way I can’t quite put my finger on. The doctor’s words from just minutes ago still echo in my head, playing on an endless loop. "Your sister is a fighter. I’ve never seen anyone with so much zeal to pull off MDD
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[Arella] The cemetery is still. The only sounds are the distant rustling of autumn leaves as they’re carried away by the wind, whispering secrets through the trees. The late evening sun stretches long shadows across the grass, its golden hues draping the place in an eerie kind of warmth—like even the universe is trying to soften the edges of our grief. Ava crouches down in front of the headstone, her small hands carefully arranging the marigolds at its base. She brushes away a few stray leaves, but then—her fingers linger. They trace the stone’s surface, slow and deliberate, as if memorizing the way it feels beneath her touch. Then, she swipes at her face, trying to stifle a sniffle. But I still hear it. "H-Hi, Mom," she says, her voice trembling, but there’s a watery smile on her lips. "How are you feeling these days?" She pauses. Waits. Stares at the engraved name like she’s expecting an answer. And then— "I feel awesome these days, you know?" she continues, her voice
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[Arella] Panting, Deric Smith straightens, dragging a hand through his already disheveled hair—like some tragic movie hero—before flashing a smile that makes my stomach churn. Seeing his smile, I nearly gag. Disgust churns violently in my belly, a slow, festering heat curling at the pit of my stomach like a beast waking from its slumber. The sheer audacity of this man is beyond unbelievable. "I came to see you," he says, as if those words are supposed to mean something. As if they hold weight. As if I’d ever believe a damn thing that leaves his mouth. My skin crawls. "Are you stalking me?" I bite out, venom lacing every syllable. He falters. Just for a fraction of a second. It’s quick—barely noticeable—but I catch it. The subtle twitch in his jaw. The way his fingers flex at his sides before he forces himself to relax. But then, like the cockroach he is, he recovers. That grin returns. And he takes a step forward. My fingers rise instantly, a silent warning. A
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[Arella] I watch as, one by one, shadows begin to shift. Silent. Calculated. 1… 2… 3… By the time I finish counting, seven more men emerge from the darkness, their movements crisp, their presence suffocating. They wear gear similar to Zach’s, but their aura? Different. Powerful. Dangerous. Lethal. Seven plus Zach makes eight. This must be the elite bodyguards Lincoln mentioned. Ava stirs in the car, the slight movement catching my eye. She tries to poke her head outside, curiosity flickering in her expression. I shake my head immediately. Not because I don’t want her to witness a good show. But because I don’t know how she’d mentally react to seeing Deric again. I’m not in the mood to deal with that mess. So I turn back to the approaching men, and when I see the way Deric’s face drains of color, I smirk. Even under the moonlight, he looks pale—like a vampire. And trust me, not the good kind. The men stop just a few feet from me, their sheer presence
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[Lincoln] Italians were hot-blooded. Normally, that was a damn fine trait in business—passion, persistence, a little well-placed ruthlessness—but when you were on the receiving end of that fire? Yeah. Not so much. And in this case? That unfortunate target was me. A million dollars’ worth of industrial products under the Sawyer Group, burnt down to nothing but rubble, ashes, and the lingering stench of deliberate destruction. And no, despite the forensic team’s oh-so-helpful assessment, this wasn’t some accidental wildfire attack. It was arson. Plain and simple. I could fucking smell it all the way down to my gut, that deep, instinctive knowing that told me this wasn’t just business—it was personal. And the worst part? This wasn’t even about the money. Sure, I could pull out more cash, replace the damaged goods, rebuild the property, patch up whatever superficial losses came out of this. That wasn’t the issue. The real problem? The trust had been broken.
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife Author’s Note
Wow. What a journey it’s been, right? Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sticking with me through this wild, emotional journey. Arella and Lincoln's story has been so close to my heart, and I hope it’s touched yours too. Your support means more than words can say, and I’m so grateful for every single one of you, you guys are the real MVPs. ❤️ P.S. If you loved this story, I’d be over the moon if you gave my future books a read. Trust me, more heart-tugging, exciting stories are coming your way!Until next time, Tarina (◠‿◠)—☆
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife Epilogue II
[Arella]I whip around, eyes widening as I practically leap off Lincoln's lap in surprise."You're here!" I blurt, caught off guard but grinning. "I thought you said you couldn’t make it."Standing there, looking sheepish and a little road-worn, is Deric. He scratches the back of his head, wearing that same awkward, harmless smile he has these days."I wouldn’t have made it," he admits, voice a little raspy from travel, "but my flight was delayed... so I thought, what the hell, why not crash the party anyway?""Deric," Lincoln says, stepping up beside me, his hand still resting easy at my waist."Lincoln," Deric replies with a short nod, his voice even.There's a brief pause—more out of old habits than real tension—before Deric extends his hand. Lincoln studies him for a beat, then accepts the handshake without hesitation, the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint, civil smile.The tightness I hadn't even realized was clenching my chest slowly eases."This is, uh, for your son," Der
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife Epilogue
3 MONTHS LATER[Arella]"Grandpa really outdid himself this time, Mila," I laugh under my breath, wide-eyed as I take in the mansion decked out like something straight out of a storybook. I should’ve known better when he said he’d ‘take care of everything.’ With Grandpa, that’s just secret code for ‘go big enough to make even fairy tales jealous.’Mila giggles, but then her face goes pale. "Well, we all know how–"She cuts herself off, rushing to her son, who’s happily stuffing his face with edible flowers."Oh my God, Wayne! Spit that out!" she yells, running after him."No no! Cakeee!" he laughs, trying to run away.I roll my eyes and snatch the small board of tasks from her hands. "Looks like you’ve got your hands full already with this little turd," I mutter, pinching Wayne’s chubby cheeks. He sticks his tongue out at me, playful as ever. I shake my head and take the board from her, walking around the room, coordinating with the staff to make sure everything’s perfect.****"Why a
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 213: Final Verdict
[Arella]TWO MONTHS LATERThe courtroom is cold, Not physically—but emotionally. It's almost too quiet.My hands sit frozen in my lap, unmoving for the past five minutes. A dull, anxious ache hums beneath my skin, but I can’t bring myself to shift. Lincoln sits beside me, our fingers tightly laced, grounding me. His other hand works swiftly over his phone, typing out what I’m sure are urgent work emails.Work had only gotten busier since he resumed.You’d think having two CEOs would make things easier. It only doubled our workload.I had tried to argue my way into stepping down, maybe becoming his VP or something less suffocating—but Lincoln wasn’t having any of it.Apex Conglomerate was clawing its way into the world’s elite, growing bigger, louder, more powerful by the day—and Lincoln made it crystal clear he wouldn’t let me miss a second of it.I blink myself back to the present as the judge adjusts his glasses, his stern gaze dropping down to the man standing trial.The man who a
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 212: Finally Home II
[Lincoln]The car pulls up to Witmoore Gardens, a private area owned by the Sawyers for intimate family events, tucked away from the noisy chaos of the outside world. The afternoon sun kisses the neatly trimmed hedges and the white blossoms that line the entrance sway gently in the breeze.I can't help the heavy thump of my heart at the thought of seeing my family again. A real, physical ache throbs inside my chest as the driver cuts the engine and we step out.We exist the car and take a slow walk down the stone-cobbled path, the soft crunch of gravel beneath our shoes filling the warm, floral-scented air. Arella’s hand is securely locked in mine, her presence grounding me even as my nerves threaten to tangle my steps."Your palms are sweaty, Linc. Are you nervous?" she teases softly, giving me a look so warm and tender it makes my heart trip in my chest like a reckless drum."Maybe," I reply, my voice coming out lower and raspier than intended.Her grin only grows. "Aww, they don't
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 211: Finally Home
[Lincoln]I mean, sure, Arella and I appeared on TV a few days ago when the Mayor of Chicago wanted to publicly appreciate our efforts, and I knew—rationally—that everyone must know I'm alive now. But I didn't expect this.I didn't expect the entire airport to already be flooded like a damn concert just to catch a glimpse of us. The jet had barely touched the runway, the tires still hissing from contact, and yet-it’s like the whole damn city of San Diego decided to show up for a party.From the distance, the sharp staccato of camera shutters echoes through the thick, humid air, flashes popping like fireworks across the runway. The chaotic chorus of reporters shouting questions and calling our names roars louder with every step we descend.A cheeky, loopsided grin spreads across Arella’s face as we start down the stairs of the jet, her hand still tightly locked with mine, her spirit practically buzzing with unbothered amusement. Her entire energy screams: I own this moment."You're lov
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 210: Mile–High Confessions
[Lincoln]I never thought I’d be lucky enough to marry a superheroine, but here I am, with the most incredible woman by my side.The night wraps around us like a soft, comforting robe. The jet hums beneath us, its quiet rhythm like a lullaby carrying us away from the chaos. We’d spent another three, exhausting days in Chicago, collaborating with the police and drug enforcement agencies to dismantle one of the city’s most dangerous syndicates, ensuring every production of that deadly injection was stopped in its tracks. But now, as I watch my wife sleeping peacefully-her face bathed in the gentle glow of the cabin lights—a rush of emotions fills me. It’s more than warmth. It's something deeper, something that settles in my soul and touches every fractured part of me. It feels like a healing, like a light that’s always been missing inside me, now shining so brightly it threatens to overflow. Heaven knows, if the roles were reversed, if I’d been the one forced to raise a child alone f
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 209: The End Of It All
[Arella]“Fuck you, Lincoln Sawyer!” Thompson’s voice tears through the air, cracked and furious, soaked in desperation as he launches backwards with one final burst of rage. His boot slams into Lincoln, sending him staggering back a few steps and before I can even think, he’s charging at me—wild-eyed, unhinged, like something that’s crawled straight out of hell and decided it wants to drag me back with it.But Lincoln doesn’t go down easy.He moves like something deep inside him just snapped back into place. One moment he’s stumbling, breathless, the next he’s lunging like a damn freight train, grabbing Thompson mid-sprint and twisting with enough force to rattle the concrete under our feet. Thompson’s body slams into the ground with a sickening thud, the gun flying from his hand and skittering across the floor with a metallic scream as the punches from Lincoln connects with his face.“Arella!” Lincoln’s voice cuts through the chaos, raw and real.With thinking anymore I run to him,
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 208: Violence And Vengeance
[Arella]“No no no!” Lisa screeches, stumbling back like the floor beneath her just cracked open. “H-how did you find us?!”Her voice pierces the air like shattered glass, high-pitched and filled with the kind of desperation only obsession can birth. She's shaking now, her wild eyes darting from me to the little vial still pinched between my fingers.“You conniving bitch!!” Thompson barks, his neck veins bulging as his gaze swings to Vivian.His hand trembles violently as he points between us, rage bleeding into fear. Then he sees Deric. And he pales.“It was only a matter of time before I found you, Thompson,” I say, calm, steady, like the reaper arriving with a smirk. “I’m sure you knew that too.”He begins to back away, every inch of arrogance fleeing his body like air from a punctured balloon. He stumbles until his back hits Lincoln’s bed—and that’s when everything freezes. My blood stops in my veins as he suddenly swings a gun out of his pocket, his hand shaking but deadly, and p
