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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    200: Find The Truth
[Lincoln ]My stomach growls, a reminder that I havenât eaten much in the past few days, but itâs hard to enjoy food when everything feels off. I carry my plate of burnt toast from the kitchen into the small, dimly lit living room where Iâve been summoned for breakfast. The space feels cramped, its walls a dull beige that only adds to the weight in the air. Dan and Chloe are already seated, exchanging hushed words.âGood morning, baby,â Chloe says, offering me a smile as I draw nearer, the kind of smile thatâs meant to soothe but only makes the pit in my stomach grow heavier. I can't find it in me to return it, so I just nod at both of them, my voice flat as I mutter a stiff, âGood morning.âDanâs eyes are sharp on me, studying me in a way thatâs too knowing, too calculating. I wonder if he can see the change in me, the shift in the way Iâve been acting since I overheard that conversation between them a week ago. Itâs like something inside me cracked open, and I canât unhear what I he
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-11The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    201: The Interrogation
[Arella]"Help! Let me out of here! I've been kidnapped! Help!"I roll my eyes, stepping into the room where Vivianâs been locked up for the past two days. She hasnât been much use, barely stirring after I beat her upâguess I went too hard. But thatâs not my problem. The woman had it coming.I take the keys from Zachâs hand, turn them in, and push open the door with force, the impact sending Vivian stumbling to the floor.Her terrified eyes trail up my blazer, finally meeting mine. They widen in shock.âY-You? How⌠So, I wasnât dreaming?âI chuckle lightly, unable to hide the satisfaction in my voice.âYou sure as hell werenât.âVivian clutches her head, her face twisted in confusion and fear as she screams, âHelp! Help! This crazy woman kidnapped me!âI smirk, rolling my shoulders back.âThe only crazy person here is you, Vivian.âShe yelps in terror, scrambling to her feet. âScream as loud as you want. This penthouse is soundproof.âHer face pales as the reality sinks in. She looks
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-12The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    202: Heartbeats And Truths
[Arella]My eyes widen as I stare, mouth agape at Deric and Vivian. What? Rising to my feet, my hands tremble uncontrollably."What are you saying, Deric?" My voice cracks as the words leave, trembling with disbelief. But his eyes⌠they donât meet mine. Theyâre locked on Vivianâs, like sheâs the only thing he can see.She looks like death just kissed her. Her already pale face has lost all color, her lips trembling like a leaf in a storm."Answer my question, Vivian! You were behind the wheel of that truck, werenât you?!" He thunders, his voice slashing through the tension like a blade, making her flinch violently.Anger. Hot, white, scalding anger surges through me like a wildfire, burning away the confusion and planting rage in its place. My mind scrambles, backtracking, clawing at the past for any clueâanythingâthat couldâve pointed to this. My blood turns to lava under my skin."I-Iâ" she bursts into tears, her sobs a jagged mess. Crumpling forward, she clutches her head like itâs
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-14The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    1. Who Are You?
[Arella] "Doctor, her vitals are coming aroundâcome quick!" Everything around me feels hazy, like Iâm trapped underwater. Urgh, why is there so much noise? My limbs are heavy and sore, my mouth unbearably dry. My mind feels foggy and I try to open my eyes, but my lids wonât obeyâjust like the rest of my body. What happened to me? The last thing I remember wasâŚthe truck slamming into our car! A gasp escapes my mouth, raw and faint, as my eyes peel open wide. âDeric!â My voice sounds bruised, almost alien, as if I haven't used it in years. âCalm down, Mrs. Smith. Youâll be fine,â a voice reassures me, calm and gentle, but my panic refuses to settle. A quick sting hits my arm, and a wave of sleepiness washes over me, pulling me back into darkness. â˘Â°â˘Â°â˘Â°â˘Â°â˘Â°â˘Â°â˘Â° âWhat do you mean Iâve been in a coma for two years?!â My voice is still hoarse, strange and rough to my own ears. Looking around, my head spins as I try to process his words. âThis is the situation, Mrs Smi
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-07The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    2. No One On My Side
[Arella]"Why don't you understand this simple thing? I don't care about who you are, or what you meant to me! Just leave this house now!âDeric thunders, his words cutting so deep that I feel my heart shatter.Itâs as though each syllable hammers away at the love we once shared."Please..." I reach closer to him, my hands trembling as I clasp his in mine, trying to bridge this unbearable distance. "Please, Deric, look into my eyes and tell me you don't even feel anythingâour connection, our bonâ.""I don't." He bites out, cold and final as he pushes me away. "This woman right here is the one who has my heart." He pulls Vivian into his embrace, smirking down at me. "As far as I'm concerned, you're just a stranger claiming to be my wife.âStranger.The word hits me like a punch to the gut, stealing my breath. I remember rushing to his ward this morning to check up on him, only to find out he'd checked out, leaving me all alone. I managed to trace him back to our home, finding him
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-07The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    3. Choices To Make
[Arella] When my eyes finally flutter open, I find myself alone in the lounge. My skin feels prickly, my body hot and uncomfortable. Whatâs going on? My mind is sluggish as I rise, trying to leave, but I realize I donât have my phone, no way to call anyone for help. I stagger out, the heat intensifying, a flush creeping over my cheeks as a tingling builds low in my stomach. A horrible thought crosses my mindâhave I been⌠drugged? I might need to stay here; I canât risk going out like this. As I stumble toward the receptionistâs desk, I collide with a solid wall of muscle, a small whimper escaping me. I look up and feel relief wash over me as I meet an unexpected familiar gaze. "Arella?" His deep voice washes over me, sending a shiver through my body. Clutching onto his suit for balance, my voice comes out barely more than a whisper. "Please⌠help me." He looks down at me, his brows drawing together in concern. âArella⌠what happened?â His voice softens as he steadi
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-07The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    4. A Bitter Goodbye
[Arella]"Please, don't sign it!" Itâs Vivianâs voice, loud and clear. My blood boils with anger. What does she want now?Deric frowns and narrows his eyes at her. "Babe, what are you doing?""Just let me talk to her, okay?" She looks at me, her eyes wide and pleading. Her voice is soft and shaky."I should explain myself. I never intended to make him fall for me, I swear. It just happened, I was only trying to help him. Y-you can take him back. Please, don't fight because of m-me." She hiccups and tears fall from her eyes, looking fragile and helpless."Why canât she just let them be happy? Such a crazy woman," I hear someone sneer from the crowd.Thatâs all it takes to make me snap. I lunge at her, grabbing her by the shoulders. Rage burns inside me, and my voice shakes as I speak. "Whatâs the use of all this? Youâve already ruined my life! Why didnât you clarify right away? Why didnât you try to stop him, to tell him about me? I treated you like a friend, Vivianâno, like a sist
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-07The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    5: A Sister's Pain
[Arella]"Ava, please get down! Please listen to me, Ava. I'm sorry. It's all my fault! Please, you're all I have left. Don't do this to me! Take my hand, please!"My voice cracks with desperation, trembling with fear and guilt as I scream up at her.She doesnât listen. She doesnât even look in my direction. Her vacant stare sends a chill down my spine, and my heart feels like itâs breaking in two.The hot summer wind slaps against my face, drying the tears on my cheeks almost as quickly as they fall. My hair flutters wildly around me, mirroring the chaos in my heart."Please, donât jump! Mom wouldnât have wanted this!"That stops her. She turns to me slowly, her eyes hollow, her face streaked with tears that glisten under the harsh sunlight.She doesnât say a word, and it breaks me even more. Her silence screams louder than any words ever could."Talk to me, Ava! Yell, scream, hit me! But please, donât jump! Iâll avenge you. I wonât let them hurt you. Please, come down."My voice r
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    202: Heartbeats And Truths
[Arella]My eyes widen as I stare, mouth agape at Deric and Vivian. What? Rising to my feet, my hands tremble uncontrollably."What are you saying, Deric?" My voice cracks as the words leave, trembling with disbelief. But his eyes⌠they donât meet mine. Theyâre locked on Vivianâs, like sheâs the only thing he can see.She looks like death just kissed her. Her already pale face has lost all color, her lips trembling like a leaf in a storm."Answer my question, Vivian! You were behind the wheel of that truck, werenât you?!" He thunders, his voice slashing through the tension like a blade, making her flinch violently.Anger. Hot, white, scalding anger surges through me like a wildfire, burning away the confusion and planting rage in its place. My mind scrambles, backtracking, clawing at the past for any clueâanythingâthat couldâve pointed to this. My blood turns to lava under my skin."I-Iâ" she bursts into tears, her sobs a jagged mess. Crumpling forward, she clutches her head like itâs
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    201: The Interrogation
[Arella]"Help! Let me out of here! I've been kidnapped! Help!"I roll my eyes, stepping into the room where Vivianâs been locked up for the past two days. She hasnât been much use, barely stirring after I beat her upâguess I went too hard. But thatâs not my problem. The woman had it coming.I take the keys from Zachâs hand, turn them in, and push open the door with force, the impact sending Vivian stumbling to the floor.Her terrified eyes trail up my blazer, finally meeting mine. They widen in shock.âY-You? How⌠So, I wasnât dreaming?âI chuckle lightly, unable to hide the satisfaction in my voice.âYou sure as hell werenât.âVivian clutches her head, her face twisted in confusion and fear as she screams, âHelp! Help! This crazy woman kidnapped me!âI smirk, rolling my shoulders back.âThe only crazy person here is you, Vivian.âShe yelps in terror, scrambling to her feet. âScream as loud as you want. This penthouse is soundproof.âHer face pales as the reality sinks in. She looks
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    200: Find The Truth
[Lincoln ]My stomach growls, a reminder that I havenât eaten much in the past few days, but itâs hard to enjoy food when everything feels off. I carry my plate of burnt toast from the kitchen into the small, dimly lit living room where Iâve been summoned for breakfast. The space feels cramped, its walls a dull beige that only adds to the weight in the air. Dan and Chloe are already seated, exchanging hushed words.âGood morning, baby,â Chloe says, offering me a smile as I draw nearer, the kind of smile thatâs meant to soothe but only makes the pit in my stomach grow heavier. I can't find it in me to return it, so I just nod at both of them, my voice flat as I mutter a stiff, âGood morning.âDanâs eyes are sharp on me, studying me in a way thatâs too knowing, too calculating. I wonder if he can see the change in me, the shift in the way Iâve been acting since I overheard that conversation between them a week ago. Itâs like something inside me cracked open, and I canât unhear what I he
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    A/N
Hey my lovely readers!đ I know itâs been a little quiet around here, but Iâm back! đ Iâm so sorry for the break, but starting tomorrow, daily updates are officially back in action! Thank you for your patience and all your loveâyou're the reason I keep going! I can't wait to dive back into the story with all of you. See you tomorrow! đâ¨
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    199
[Arella]Vivian ran like the devil himself was on her heels.Her bare feet slapped against the filthy concrete, the sharp sting of debris cutting into her skin. The air was thick with the scent of rotting dough and mildew, the remnants of a bakery long abandoned, its glory days buried under dust and decay. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each one hitching in her throat as she weaved through the narrow corridors, her frantic movements sending old flour sacks tumbling to the ground.She was fast, Iâd give her that. Desperation had a way of making people move like cornered rats, a blend of terror and pure survival instinct. But I wasnât about to let her scurry away. Not this time.I chased after her, vaulting over overturned crates, my boots thudding heavily against the grimy floor. My pulse thundered in my ears, my lungs burning with exertion, but the fire only fueled me. Every step I took, every inch I gained, I thought about what this woman had done to me seven months ago.Seven. Fuc
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    198
[Arella]Two days later, we finally located the only bakery in Backwater Alley.True to the cityâs name, the place was utterly demented. The snarls and sneers we received from passersby sent a chill slithering down my spine, despite the heavy security flanking me. It wasnât just the people that made this place hellâit was everything. The very air felt wrong, thick with the scent of rot and dampness, like misery had been ground into the pavement for generations. The streets reeked of filth and desperation, a choking combination of decay and stale piss, and even with the promise of protection, a thick wave of unease clung to my skin like a second layer.Deric, on the other hand, was visibly cowering, his head ducked so low I half-expected him to burrow into the ground. He flinched at every sound, his breath coming in shallow gasps as we passed through each âcheckpointââclusters of men loitering with sharp eyes and even sharper knives, their silent appraisal as damning as a blade against
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    197
[Arella] Deric leads us to a restaurant that's just as rundown as that bar, but at least the air inside isn't nauseating. The dim lighting does little to hide the grime-streaked walls, and the wooden chairs creak ominously as we settle down. The stench of stale grease lingers in the air, but itâs a small mercy compared to the overwhelming stench of alcohol from before.I speak first, my voice sharp. "Where have you been? What are you doing all the way in Chicago?"He clears his throat, his eyes locked onto mine with an emotion I can't quite placeâadoration, maybe? Like he can't believe I'm sitting right in front of him. That only makes my patience thinner."You're going to have to start talking, Deric, because trust me, I have other ways to make you talk.""Water... please," he croaks out, his voice dry and weak. Zach signals to one of his men, never leaving my side for a single second. The moment the bottle is placed in front of him, Deric chugs it down like a man starved, gulping i
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    196
[Arella]We pass through the back, and the stench immediately assaults my sensesâan overwhelming mix of stale alcohol, damp wood, and rotting garbage. Dirty bottles are strewn everywhere, some stacked haphazardly in corners, others being washed with a half-hearted effort. The entire place reeks of neglect. Dust clings to every surface, thick enough that I can practically taste it in the air. A few workers loiter around, loading crates onto a rusty truck that looks like it's one pothole away from falling apart.The sight of it all makes my skin crawl. My fingers twitch at my sides, an instinctive reaction to the unease curling in my stomach. This place feels wrong. Like a trap waiting to be sprung.A man with decayed teethâyellowed and jagged, a testament to years of neglectâflashes me a grin as we draw closer. The smile is anything but friendly; it's lecherous, the kind that makes my skin prickle in revulsion. "Who's this fine little birdie, Isla?" His eyes drag over me from head to t
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife    195
[Arella]âHow may I help you?" The bartender slurs his words, his bleary eyes raking over me. So much for being insecureâhe doesnât even attempt to hide his once-over. His gaze lingers too long, his lips quirking up like heâs amused by something. But then, something shifts. He must have noticed Zachâs piercing gaze because he suddenly straightens, feigning a sense of professionalism, shoulders squaring as he averts his gaze. My lips twitch in amusement, but I donât let it show too much."I'm looking for the owner of this number." I thrust a crumpled piece of paper into his hand, unwilling to risk handing over my phone. My fingers tighten slightly as I pull back, watching his face carefully. His brows furrow as he glances at it, then at me, before letting out a dry chuckle."You're looking for the owner of this number... in a bar?" He shoots me an incredulous look, the kind that makes me feel every bit as ridiculous as I probably seem right now.I nod anyway, knowing full well how absu
