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60: Overworked Her
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[Arella]We’re stopped at the door, and I turn back to the doctor. Please don’t say anything about last night, I scream in my head. Internally, I cringe at the memory. It’s already bad enough that I fainted because I was "overworked," and Lincoln, being Lincoln, had to make such a big fuss about it. I can still feel the flames on my cheeks, a heat that refuses to die down.The doctor’s office smells faintly of antiseptic, mingling with the soft hum of machinery in the corner. Sunlight filters through the blinds, casting long shadows on the polished floors. Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she scribbles something on a notepad.“Get this down at the pharmacy,” she says, handing me the sheet. “It’ll help your, uh, libido since your husband here has quite a large amount of it. I don’t want you fainting again, okay?”Libido? Oh, God. I stare at the paper in horror, willing the ground to swallow me whole.“Okay, thank you,” I mutter quickly, trying to mask my embarrassment. My voice is ba
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[Arella]*Good luck at the meeting.*Lincoln’s text reads, and I smile. A warmth spreads through me as the corners of my lips lift into a subconscious smile. He always knows how to make me feel supported, even with the smallest gestures.I step into the small but intricately designed establishment, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of polished wood. The receptionist at the desk, dressed in a sharp navy-blue uniform, offers me a polite smile.“Good morning,” she says, guiding me to the elevator with a slight tilt of her head.The silver elevator doors gleam under the soft overhead lighting. They open with a quiet ding, and I step inside, pulling out my phone. My manicured fingers quickly type a response to Lincoln’s text.*Thank youu*Then, with a rush of impulsiveness, I add: *hubby.*The moment the word leaves my fingertips, I close the text bubbles quickly, feeling my face heat up like I’ve just stepped into a sauna.Really, Arella?
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[Arella]There's a glint of something dark and dangerous in Vivian's eyes as she meets mine, but it flashes by as quickly as it came. The fluorescent lights above cast a sharp gleam on her immaculate makeup, highlighting her high cheekbones and glossy red lips. She quickly morphs her expression into an innocent smile, one I know better than to trust, as she greets the other board members with sugary sweetness.Bridget’s fists clench at her sides, her nails biting into her palms. “They're not even an analytical company. Why the heck do they want this deal?” she hisses under her breath, her voice sharp with frustration.I scoff, leaning slightly toward her so only she can hear. “They're going bankrupt, so of course, they'll latch onto any deal available—like a bunch of leeches.”The conference room is cold, with sleek gray walls and a polished glass table that reflects the soft glow of the overhead lights. The faint hum of the air conditioning is the only other sound in the room as Br
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[Arella]"Is anything the matter, Mr. Smith?" I ask, a small tilt to my lips, my expression still neutral. The faint hum of the AC fills the room, cooling the air but not the tension rising between us."Yes—I mean, no," he stutters, his face flushing crimson as the words stumble out of his mouth.How come I never noticed how much of a buffoon he was? Beneath all that false bravado he seems to carry around, he’s a mess. It’s almost impressive, really—how he can embody both overconfidence and incompetence so seamlessly."What I mean is that you should focus on your own presentation. Ours is already finished, there's no need for your input."His tone holds a feeble attempt at authority, but it barely masks his nervous energy."Mr. Smith," the strict, petite correspondent clips, her sharp voice slicing through the awkward silence like a knife. She adjusts her glasses and fixes him with a pointed stare. "Please refrain from interrupting again. The board has already given her permission."H
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Welcome, Mr. Prescott."They all stand, the rustling of chairs and the shuffling of feet filling the room as the young man strides in confidently. The air shifts immediately with his presence, heavy with authority and an unspoken command for attention. His suit, a rich velvet that seems to absorb the light, fits him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and lean frame. With deliberate and poised movements, he takes a seat at the head of the polished oak table."I'm sorry for my lateness," he begins, his deep, calm voice carrying an edge of authority. "I had something more important to take care of—for my boss."His boss? Wait a minute... isn’t he supposed to be the boss? My brain scrambles to make sense of his words, but I keep my expression neutral.The others, however, nod in understanding, their faces reflecting a practiced agreement, as if they completely get what he's saying. Of course, they do. Nod along, people. Don’t want to ruffle the boss’s feathers, do we?"Ease up o
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[Arella]The first thing I notice immediately when we step in is the fragrance—the smell of something I hadn’t eaten since my mum passed away. It’s warm, comforting, and familiar, like a hug for my senses. “Is that what I think it is?”I ask, bewildered, my eyes widening in shock. Ava steps out of the kitchen, an apron tied around her waist, her hair a little disheveled but still glowing with that teenager radiance. Her features look tired but happy, full of light, the kind of glow that always seems to follow her ever since we brought her back from the hospital."Ella," she says slowly, her voice soft yet full of warmth. "Welcome home.""Thank you," I say, my voice catching in my throat. I don’t even realize when tears start to fall. My heart is suddenly a lump in my throat, and I hold out my arms, embracing her with the kind of desperation I haven’t felt in years. "Thank you, thank you so much."I pull away, wiping my tears, blinking rapidly to stop the flood. I turn to Lincoln, w
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[Arella] Lincoln's aunt walks in, her step poised and graceful, the subtle click of her heels echoing in the spacious dining room. A faint almost pungent perfume trails behind her, but the smile on her lips doesn’t quite reach her sharp eyes—or maybe that’s just my paranoia kicking in. "Trixy, what are you doing here?" Mother-in-law asks, her tone pleasant but her narrowed eyes betraying her irritation. "Why? Can't I come visit Lincoln anymore?" The way she's says it, her voice saccharine-sweet, makes me want to roll my eyes. The undercurrent of hostility between the two women is so thick, I feel like I need a knife to cut through it. "I did not mean it that way," Mother-in-law retorts, her jaw tightening. The air grows heavy with tension. Lincoln clears his throat, his baritone cutting through the awkward atmosphere. "Welcome, Aunt. Come sit. We're having dinner." She gives Mother-in-law a smug glance before gliding over to a chair, her movements calculated and deli
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[Deric] I hated Chinese restaurants. It has never really been a "Deric Smith" thing. I just find them—no matter how fancy they are—not sophisticated enough for me. The dim lighting and faint aroma of soy sauce and ginger always seem to mix into one overwhelming, almost suffocating scent that sticks to everything. "You're welcome, Mr. Smith," a man said, his Asian accent slipping slightly. "Mr. Thompson is already waiting for you. I'll guide you." My heart thudded in my chest again, the sound echoing in my ears. Mr. Clement Thompson had sounded aggravatingly angry over the phone, demanding my presence at once. Vivian had come before me, something about trying to soothe the man. I don’t even know what that means. But whatever it is, it clearly hasn't worked. I shake it off, taking a small flight of stairs to an open area. The space is stark and overly minimalist, a few scattered chairs at the far end with barely any privacy between the tables. The overhead lights flicker slightly, ca
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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 (◠‿◠)—☆
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[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
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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
