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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 84: Surreal
[Lincoln]A week has passed since the blood transfusion scare. A week since I thought I lost her. Hell, I still can’t shake the memory of her scream. The way my heart nearly stopped, the cold sweat on my skin, the crushing weight of fear. But here she is, in my car, with that mischievous glint in her eyes as she reapplies her lipstick. The scent of her perfume mixes with the faint hum of the engine and the soft rush of the morning air through the slightly open window."You're giving me that look again," Arella says, rolling her eyes, the car’s interior light catching the small flicker of her long lashes."What look?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, genuinely curious.She smirks, her lips pressing together with a teasing tilt. "The 'oh, you're so surreal look.""But you are surreal," I say seriously, keeping my gaze locked on her as the car hums along the road.Her cheeks warm with a flush, and I can't help but admire how easily she can go from playful to shy in an instant. She's here,
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[Lincoln]I claim her lips again, pulling her back to me, because I can’t let this moment go. I pour every single emotion I feel into it—not because I can't say it, but because she’s too scared to admit it. To us.She’s breathless, her chest heaving slightly as she pulls away, smiling so beautifully that my heart skips a beat. I think I fell for her even more in that second."Good luck on your meeting with the mayor," I add, though I don’t really want her to go."Bye," she whispers, her voice hushed and filled with warmth, as she hurries away with a flushed face, and it’s almost too much. I watch her disappear into the building, a part of me wishing I could just pull her back to me, keep her safe from the world.I reach the office in less than half an hour, my thoughts still lingering on her, all the while ignoring calls from my father. Immediately, I settle into my office, the door clicking shut behind me. Janet places a cup of coffee before me, the aroma of dark roast filling the r
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[Arella]There's only one thing I can do right now, and that's hope. Hope for the best. Hope that the old man will get out of his coma. Hope that we can find his family.It’s already a miracle that I haven’t lost my baby. My miraculous baby. The thought fills me with a bittersweet ache, but it also makes me question everything. Would I even be a good mother? I’ve made so many poor decisions already, ones that didn’t put my precious baby first. I almost died. I could feel myself dying that day. The memory makes my stomach churn, but somehow, by some miracle, my baby and I survived.The elevator dings open, the sharp sound yanking me from my thoughts. I push all those melancholic feelings to the back of my mind. It’s time to work.Without wasting much time at the office, Bridget, Sasha, and I head downtown for our rescheduled meeting with the mayor. As I smooth down my burgundy blazer, I silently marvel at how Bridget managed to pull this off. Whatever magic she worked, damn, am I grate
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The driver pulls up, and I recognize him immediately—it’s Milo, one of my eight special forces bodyguards. Since the usual driver is on leave, he’s stepped in. Eight bodyguards trailing me everywhere is still a fact I’m trying to swallow, but they’re so skilled I hardly notice them until they’re needed. It’s unnerving yet oddly comforting. “Evening, ma’am,” Milo greets me, his typically cold tone softening just a fraction as his gaze meets mine. “Evening, Milo. How was your day?” “Very productive,” he finally replies, his tone clipped, efficient—so very Milo. “Same here,” I respond, settling into the plush leather back seat. “Home?” he asks, glancing at me briefly in the rearview mirror. I pause, my mother-in-law’s earlier text flashing through my mind. “No. To Sawyer Estate, please,” I reply. His expression remains impassive, though the slight furrow of his brow betrays his curiosity. I ignore it, turning my attention to the city streets blurring past. My fingers tap restlessl
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[Arella] We walk in silence—heavy and tense—all the way to his office. Every step seems louder than it should, adding to the weight in the air. His office is large, with shelves full of books. Warm brown colors fill the space, and the soft golden light of the evening sun streams through tall windows. For a second, I notice how beautiful the view is, but the knot in my stomach quickly reminds me why I’m here.He moves to a cabinet, pulls out a file, and gestures to a chair. “Sit,” he says curtly. I obey, lowering myself into the seat with a stiffness I can’t seem to shake. If I said I wasn’t intimidated, I’d be lying. My mind races with possibilities, each worse than the last. What does he want from me? Is he planning to pay me off, like Lincoln’s grandmother did? “I must say,” he begins, his tone easy but clipped, “you’ve done a good job of disrupting the peace in this family.” The words sting, sharp and unrelenting. My brows furrow in confusion. “I haven’t done anything s
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[Arella]My mother-in-law’s gaze lingers on me, still heavy with concern, as she follows Ava and me to the car. The late evening sun casts long shadows across the driveway. “Are you sure he didn’t yell at you?” she asks, her voice firm yet warm. “Just say the word, and he’ll get an earful from me.”I blink at her, momentarily stunned. This woman was nothing short of an angel. My heart softens, and I offer a small smile to reassure her.“He didn’t do anything, Mom,” I reply, my tone light but stiff as I fumble with the car keys. “I just need to pass on some files to Lincoln.”Her sharp eyes narrow, clearly not buying my excuse, but she sighs in reluctant acceptance. “If you say so.”She leans down to hug Ava, and they share a quiet moment that makes my chest ache. “Be good, Ava,” she says gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face.As we settle into the car, my mother-in-law waves enthusiastically from the driveway. “Don’t worry about tickets to the big game!” she yells, her voic
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[Lincoln]Something was wrong. I could feel it rattling my bones, gnawing at the edges of my mind like a shadow that refused to disappear.“I was told you went to the Sawyer estate,” I say, my voice low as my fingers trace a slow, deliberate path along her cheek. Her skin feels soft and warm under my touch, tiny goosebumps arise where my fingers touch. “Did something happen?”“Well…” she begins, her voice hesitant as her gaze flickers away. “It’s nothing big, actually. Maybe I’m just overthinking it all.”The way her eyes drift, refusing to meet mine, makes me frown. She’s holding back—I can feel it.“My grandma wasn’t home, she's at a retreat” I say, leaning closer, watching for any subtle change in her body language. “That could only mean Aunt Trixy or my father. Tell me, who made you mad?”Her nose scrunches adorably, and a small tilt to her lips hints at amusement. “Hold on, Mr. Macho Man. There was no drama…like that,” she says lightly. Then, after a beat, she adds, “But I did ha
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[Lincoln] “Thank you so much, Bridge,” Arella’s voice drifts into my thoughts as I descend the stairs. Her words feel like a soft echo in my chest, but there's a heaviness to them. It's the kind of tone you can't ignore, the one that quietly nags at your soul. As I reach the bottom, my gaze lands on her—her eyes, those deep blue eyes—now cast downward as she puts down her phone. They’re sad. Too sad. There's something in them I don’t quite understand, but it's there, staring back at me. “Good morning,” she says, but it's not quite right. Her cheerfulness feels... off. Forced, like a smile you put on because you think it’s expected. It doesn’t reach her eyes. Across from her sits Ava, slumped against the couch, eyes glued to the TV. The soap opera flickers on, but it’s clear it’s only there to fill the space. Ava’s mind is somewhere else. I've always wondered why these two sisters look so different. I mean, besides their personalities—Ava with her black eyes and auburn hair, and
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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
