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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 163: Unwelcome Surprises
[Arella] It’s been two days since the text from Lincoln. Two days of silence. No calls. No replies. His number? Switched off. Janet’s number? Airplane mode. That’s never happened before. A slow, uneasy tension builds inside me, creeping up my spine like icy fingers. I try to shake it off, tell myself that I’m overthinking, that Lincoln’s fine, but it doesn’t work. Because this isn’t normal. Lincoln never disappears like this. Something isn’t right. A sharp exhale leaves my lips as I clench my fists, forcing myself to focus on the document in front of me. The proposal is urgent. I need to finish it. But the words blur. The numbers, the data, the structured paragraphs—all of it fades into the background as my mind replays that night. My mother-in-law’s words still haunt me. The things she admitted. The hesitation in her voice. The truth. A shiver runs down my spine, and my stomach tightens with a fresh wave of nausea—not the pregnancy kind. No, this nausea is
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[Arella]I think this is karma finally biting back at me.Maybe the universe took one look at my life and thought, You know what? She’s had it too easy. Let’s spice things up with some unwanted drama.I mean, I was stupid enough to stop Zach and the others from following me to the office. But in my defense, it’s just the office. Everyone here is family—mostly. It’s not like I expected to be cornered like a damn criminal for the second time in what… weeks? Months? Who’s even counting at this point? All I know is my patience is dangling by a thread, and my teeth grind as I spit out a sharp, deadly,“Move. Out. Of. The. Way.”And would you believe it? He doesn’t.Nope. Instead, he has the audacity to thrust a bouquet into my unwilling arms, as if a couple of pretty flowers will magically erase everything. His expression twists like he’s in pain, but honestly, I’m fresh out of sympathy.“Arella…” His voice is hoarse, raw, and dripping with something pathetic. “At least talk to me. Say som
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[Lincoln] "Lincoln, are you here?" Arella’s soft voice drifts through the cool night air, wrapping around me like a familiar melody. A slow smile tugs at my lips. "Hi," I murmur, stepping forward and pulling her into my embrace. My arm encircles her waist, cradling our child as I watch the way her body instinctively melts against mine. "Oh, thank goodness you're fine!" she exclaims, spinning around to cup my cheeks. Her fingers are warm, her touch gentle yet searching. Her gaze roams over my features, lingering on the dark circles under my eyes. Seeing my wife after two days feels like I've been deprived of her for years. An ache I hadn't realized was suffocating me eases as I press her close, inhaling the faint scent of jasmine clinging to her skin. Relief floods me when she instantly relaxes, her arms tightening around me with the same desperate fervor. She buries her face into my neck, her breath fanning over my skin. "God, I missed you." "I missed you more," she whisp
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[Lincoln]"Lincoln, are you here?"Arella’s soft voice drifts through the cool night air, wrapping around me like a familiar melody. A slow smile tugs at my lips."Hi," I murmur, stepping forward and pulling her into my embrace. My arm encircles her waist, cradling our child as I watch the way her body instinctively melts against mine."Oh, thank goodness you're fine!" she exclaims, spinning around to cup my cheeks. Her fingers are warm, her touch gentle yet searching. Her gaze roams over my features, lingering on the dark circles under my eyes.Seeing my wife after two days feels like I've been deprived of her for years. An ache I hadn't realized was suffocating me eases as I press her close, inhaling the faint scent of jasmine clinging to her skin. Relief floods me when she instantly relaxes, her arms tightening around me with the same desperate fervor. She buries her face into my neck, her breath fanning over my skin."God, I missed you.""I missed you more," she whispers against m
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[Lincoln]"Lincoln, are you here?"Arella’s soft voice drifts through the cool night air, wrapping around me like a familiar melody. A slow smile tugs at my lips."Hi," I murmur, stepping forward and pulling her into my embrace. My arm encircles her waist, cradling our child as I watch the way her body instinctively melts against mine."Oh, thank goodness you're fine!" she exclaims, spinning around to cup my cheeks. Her fingers are warm, her touch gentle yet searching. Her gaze roams over my features, lingering on the dark circles under my eyes.Seeing my wife after two days feels like I've been deprived of her for years. An ache I hadn't realized was suffocating me eases as I press her close, inhaling the faint scent of jasmine clinging to her skin. Relief floods me when she instantly relaxes, her arms tightening around me with the same desperate fervor. She buries her face into my neck, her breath fanning over my skin."God, I missed you.""I missed you more," she whispers against m
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Hiii I just noticed the same chapter got uploaded multiple times—blame my terrible network for that! Please open only one while I sort it out and remove the extras.😩 Sorry for the mix-up, and thank you for your patience! Love you all! ❤️
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-17The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 166: Calm Before The Storm
[Arella]Slipping on the last hoop of my earring, I take a step back, staring at the woman in the mirror. Damn.An emerald dipped in gold. That’s what this dress looks like. It’s elegant, silky, and clings to my curves like it was made just for me. The golden accents shimmer under the soft glow of the vanity lights, highlighting every dip and swell of my body—including my baby bump, which is now impossible to hide.I smooth my hands over the fabric, taking a deep breath. Breathe, Arella. It’s just a birthday party.A ridiculously extravagant, over-the-top party where literally every single person in our familys will be gathered.Right. No big deal.Grabbing my purse, I head downstairs, my heels clicking against the polished marble. The moment I descend the first step, I freeze.Because at the base of the stairs, waiting like something straight out of a classic romance movie, is my husband.Sweet Lord.Lincoln stands there in a perfectly tailored black tux, looking devastatingly hands
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[Arella]Lincoln gets down first, his movements smooth and effortless, like he’s done this a million times before. The cool night air brushes against my skin as he rounds the car, the faint scent of cologne and leather lingering in the air. His hand extends toward me, strong and steady, and I take it without hesitation. The moment I step out, a burst of bright flashes erupts from all directions, the chaotic clicking of cameras blending into a deafening hum.I blink rapidly, my lips curving into a polite yet composed smile, keeping my posture graceful despite the overwhelming attention. My heart thrums, not with fear, but with a strange, thrilling anticipation. This is what being a Sawyer means.As my neck subtly turns, another car rolls up, its sleek exterior gleaming under the grand entrance lights. My heart warms slightly when I realize who it is. Ava, and my mother-in-law. And apparently, the entire family.Pleasantries are exchanged, the usual polite words masking the deeper, uns
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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
