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163: Unwelcome Surprises
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 164: Turn Yourself In
[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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-15The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 165: Am I Forgiven?
[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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-16The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife Am I Forgiven?
[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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-16The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife Am I Forgiven?
[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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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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-18The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 168: Uninvited Guests
[Lincoln]We both turn to the source of the voice, and my brows furrow at the sight of the people before us: Mr. Thompson and Deric’s girlfriend—or should I say ex—smiling at both of us. I feel Arella stiffen beside me, her body tense like a coiled spring.“What are you doing here?” I bite out, my eyes glaring at Mr. Thompson.He gives me a sly smile, the kind that sets my teeth on edge, and for a split second, my mind flashes to the conversation with him on my last business trip. That conversation. The one where things got… personal. Just here to wish Mr. Harold a happy birthday, boy. Just like you are.I feel my blood simmer.“You’re not welcome here. Security!” Arella bites out, her voice sharp, her eyes gleaming with malice as they flicker over to Vivian, who’s wearing the smug look of someone who’s been handed all the right cards in life.“I'm sure you wouldn’t want to cause a scene now, would you?” Mr. Thompson’s smirk deepens, a slow, calculated move, like he’s enjoying this ga
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 184: Steel & Softness
[Arella]SEVEN MONTHS LATER"Mrs. Sawyer! Over here! Mrs. Sawyer, one picture, please!"The flashes are relentless, blinding. Cameras snap like a firing squad, their rapid shutters echoing through the grand hall. My smile is practiced, perfect—curved just right to look pleasant but not warm, professional but not too inviting. A mask I’ve worn so well, it’s almost second nature now.My grandfather steps beside me, his presence commanding the room with effortless authority. He pulls me in for a brief hug before turning to the podium, his voice rich with pride."Thank you all for joining us today for this historic handover ceremony."Applause ripples through the crowd, excitement buzzing like an electric current. Months of grueling work, endless negotiations, and sleepless nights have led to this moment. I’ve trained, fought, and bled to earn my place here, and now—"After extensive strategic planning, rigorous restructuring, and unwavering commitment, I am proud to announce the rebrandi
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 183: Joy & Ruin II
[Arella]"Wait! Come back!"My feet pound against the ground as I chase after Lincoln’s retreating figure. He moves farther and farther away, his broad shoulders rigid, his pace unwavering. Panic grips my chest, crushing the air from my lungs."This is goodbye, Ella." No! It’s not."Stop! Stop!" I scream, my voice shattering in the empty void between us.But he doesn’t stop.With a startled gasp, I jolt upright, my breath coming in rapid, uneven pants. My chest rises and falls erratically, my heart hammering against my ribs like it’s trying to break free. The force of my abrupt movement sends sharp, agonizing waves of dizziness crashing through my skull, a pounding headache threatening to split my head open. My throat feels raw, my skin clammy with sweat.Disoriented, I reach up, fingers trembling as they graze my head, feeling the rough texture of gauze wrapped tightly around it. Where am I?My instincts take over, and my hands fly to my stomach. The panic sharpens, squeezing my lun
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 182: Joy & Ruin
[Arella]"Move out of the way! Move!"The voices around me blur together, frantic, overlapping, desperate. Hands grasp at me, shifting my body, prodding, fussing. My head lolls to the side, the world a hazy, spinning mess of colors and noise.A guttural scream rips through my throat as another wave of unbearable pain tears through me. My body jolts, arching off the surface I’m lying on, my fingers clawing at the sheets beneath me. It feels like my insides are splitting apart, as if something is twisting and wrenching me from the inside out."You have to hold on—please, Arella!"I shake my head weakly. I can't. I can't do this.“My baby—” I gasp, barely able to get the words out. “It’s coming. I—I can't—”I sob through gritted teeth, my breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps. Panic claws at my chest, tightening like a noose.Loud beeps pierce through the room—machines, monitors, voices shouting medical jargon I can’t comprehend. A sharp, burning pressure builds in my stomach, spreading
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 181: A Hero's Fall
[Lincoln]"I can't find her Lincoln!" Ryder’s voice is hoarse, nearly drowned out by the chaos around us. The building groans under its own destruction, flames licking at the walls like ravenous beasts. Smoke burns my throat, but I push forward.Part of me feels gut-wrenchingly guilty for leaving Arella behind. The other part knows she’d never forgive herself if something happens to Bam Bam tonight.The masks we hastily put on do little against the toxic air. My lungs burn with every breath, and more blood spills from my mouth as Ryder stumbles, barely able to stand. His face is pale, sweat streaking through the soot clinging to his skin. I don't think he can go any further.Looking at Zach, I grit out, "Take him out. I'll check the eastern side.""But sir—" he starts to protest, his own steps faltering."Go!" I bark, shoving him toward Ryder before forcing my way deeper into the hellscape.I surge forward, weaving through the inferno, lungs screaming in protest. The cyanide gas hiss
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 180: His Promise
[Arella]Lincoln looks conflicted, his jaw tightening like he’s holding back a war inside himself. His body is tense, his breaths uneven, like he’s trying to convince himself of something even he doesn’t believe. Then, suddenly, he presses a lingering kiss to the top of my head. It’s warm, firm—full of something unspoken. It should calm me. It should tell me everything will be okay.But it doesn’t.Not when I don’t know what’s coming next.Not when something in my chest screams that this moment is slipping away—slipping through my fingers like sand.“I swear, I’ll come back.”His voice is rough, almost torn. There's something final in the way he says it, something that sends an icy wave crashing through my veins. Before I can respond, he steps back, pulling free from my grasp. My fingers, weak and trembling, try to hold on, but it’s like trying to catch smoke.No.A frail voice breaks through the tension. "Are you sure about this, son?"The words barely register, but I know that voice
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 179: Smoke And Cyanide
[Arella]“Lin…coln…” My voice is dry and coarse, barely more than a whisper, but he hears it.He’s kneeling beside me in an instant, his face twisted in a mixture of fury and raw pain as his gaze lands on the gash at the side of my head. His touch is gentle but trembling, like he's afraid to hurt me more."Who did this to you? How did you—" He coughs violently, the sound wet and ragged.A drop of blood falls from his lips.My heart clenches.Tears well in my eyes, blurring my vision as they spill like heavy rain. A thick, metallic scent clogs my nostrils, and my stomach turns."What’s that smell, Linc?" I murmur, my body swaying.Before I can process anything, I feel myself lifted, cradled in his arms. My body is too weak, too heavy, but the movement jolts another coughing fit from my burning throat.A firm hand presses something against my nose. His handkerchief.“Cyanide,” he rasps.My heart sinks into my stomach.My body tenses, horror gripping my chest like a vice.I know what cya
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 178: Under Attack II
“We’re under attack!” my father rasps between violent coughs, his voice hoarse, barely audible over the chaos erupting around us. His eyes are bloodshot, his face paling by the second as the toxic air claws its way into his lungs.“Who would dare do such a thing?!” Grandfather barks, his voice raw, but the words barely make it out before another violent cough racks his body.My heart slams against my ribcage as I take in the horror unfolding around me. My mother suddenly appears, her face pale as a sheet, her breathing labored. She looks frantic, her eyes darting around until they land on me.“Lincoln—”“Don’t say anything, Mom. Reserve your breath.” My tone is sharp, commanding, but I can’t afford for her to waste energy. “Where’s Arella?”Her eyes widen. Panic flickers across her face. “I—I don’t know. We were all just having a conversation, and she wanted to ease herself. Then, after a while, fumes started pulling out of the vents—” She breaks into a coughing fit, struggling to fin
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 177: Under Attack
[Lincoln]My father and I settle into the dimly lit study of my grandfather-in-law. The heavy scent of old books and polished mahogany fills the air, mixing with the faint aroma of cigar smoke that seems embedded in the very walls. The room is grand—intimidating even—with its high ceilings, dark oak shelves lined with legal tomes, and an air of quiet authority that only men like my Harold Walcott can command.My father shifts in his chair beside me, his hands clasped tightly in his lap, his shoulders stiff. He’s nervous—hell, even I’m a little uneasy. Grandfather sits across from us, his expression unreadable, but the slight downturn of his lips is enough to tell me this won’t be a pleasant conversation.He clears his throat, his voice steady and sharp. “There are some matters that still need settling, and I’d like us to be clear on the Clement Thompson situation before we move on.”Straight to the point, as always. No sugarcoating, no unnecessary pleasantries.My father exhales, nodd
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 176: Locked In
[Arella]"Are you okay, Arella? I heard voices."Mila’s voice startles me as I turn around to see her standing at the top of the stairs. My chest is still heaving, my breathing erratic from Deric’s antics, but my heart warms at the thought of Lincoln keeping me safe—even at a party like this.I force a breath, shaking my head. "It's nothing, don't worry. Just some random stranger."Mila doesn’t look convinced. Her brows furrow in skepticism, but she lets it go."Oh… okay," she says slowly. "What are you doing up here anyway? Looking for Lincoln?" She smirks, throwing in a cheeky wink.I palm my face, shaking my head. "I came to pee, and I didn't want to use the guest restroom downstairs. Could you point me to the one here?""I mean, I could follow you. I just peed now myself," she offers after pointing the way.I roll my eyes. Why is everyone trying to babysit me?"Don’t act like my husband, Mila. You look like you could explode any minute. Go sit down," I tease, shoving her playfully
