All Chapters of The CEO And His Ex Contracted Wife : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Ivery’s POV.I took a deep breath and answered the call, my heart pounding in my chest.“Hello?” I said, and then I heard Franco's voice, slurred and slightly incoherent.“I… I need help,” he said, and I felt my stomach twist into knots. “Where are you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. There was a pause, and then he mumbled an address that I barely caught. I grabbed a pen and wrote it down, my hand shaking slightly.When I arrived at the address, I noticed that it was a nightclub, the music blaring and the people inside dancing and drinking.I made my way through the crowd, ducking and weaving to avoid being knocked over. It was a struggle, but I managed to find the back room, where I had been told I would find Franco.I knocked on the door, my heart pounding in my chest. The door opened, and I was hit with a wall of noise and smell. I took a deep breath and stepped inside, trying to adjust to the sensory overload.“Franco,” I said, my voice barely audible over the noise

Ivery’s POV.My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light streaming through the window. I tried to sit up, but something was holding me back. I looked down, and saw an arm wrapped around me. And then it all came flooding back, the memories of the night before. A smile spread across my face as I remembered the passion, the intimacy. For a moment, I let myself enjoy the memory, the feeling of being loved. But then, reality set in, and I knew I had to face it.I felt my smile fade, and I reminded myself of the truth. Last night, he had been drunk, and he needed someone to take care of him. That was the only reason he had come to me, the only reason he had to make out with me.I couldn't let myself believe that he felt anything more than that. I was unable to let myself believe in something that wasn't real. I had to face the truth, even if it hurt.I found myself wondering if he had really ended things with Diva, or if he'd just said that in the heat of the moment. My mind was r

Ivery’s POV.We pulled into the driveway, and Owen put the car in park. He turned to me, his expression still unreadable. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt my palms sweating. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.I could feel the pressure building as I approached the front door. I knew that I would have to face my mom, and I was terrified of what she would say. I took another deep breath, preparing myself for the worst. I closed my eyes for a moment, steeling my nerves.As I stood there, I felt a hand on mine, gently squeezing it. I opened my eyes to see Owen, his eyes filled with concern. He gave me a weak smile, trying to reassure me. I returned the smile, though it was forced.I could tell that he was just as nervous as I was, and I wondered why. Was he afraid of my mom's reaction? Or was he worried about what I just told him?I didn't know the answer, and I wasn't sure I wanted to find out.As we pushed the door open, I was greeted by the sight of my child

Franco’s POV.The early morning sunlight streamed through the window, directly into my eyes. I groaned and pulled my blanket over my head, trying to block out the light. But it was no use, the sun was determined to wake me up.I turned over on my side, trying to find a position that would allow me to sleep a little longer.But it was no use, the sun had won the battle, and I knew I had to get up. With a heavy sigh, I pulled myself out of bed and started to get ready for the day.I reached for my phone and began to absentmindedly scroll through the apps. It was still early, and I was still feeling groggy, so I didn't have the energy to get up.I mindlessly scrolled through social media, my brain not really paying attention to what I was seeing. But then I saw a post that caught my attention, and I suddenly found myself wide awake.The post was a photo of Owen standing in front of a jewelry store. He was smiling widely, and his eyes were shining with excitement. I couldn't help but w

Ivery’s POV.My day at work had been utter chaos, and I was feeling exhausted. It seemed like nothing had gone according to plan, and I was struggling to keep up with the demands of my job. I had barely had time to take a break, let alone eat a proper meal. By the time my shift was over, I was drained and ready to collapse. I just wanted to go home, put my feet up, and relax. I felt like I couldn't catch a break.It had been a whole week since I had seen Diva, and I couldn't help but feel like she was avoiding me.I heard no rumors that she and Franco had broken up, so I was unable to understand why she was avoiding me. I wondered if maybe she was just too embarrassed to face me, knowing that I knew the truth about her engagement. I tried to tell myself that it was her business, and that I had no right to push for answers.I stood up, stretching my arms above my head and letting out a groan of relief. I began packing up my things, eager to get home and put this day behind me. It had