All Chapters of Ascension of Billionaire's Ex-wife: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

But before Celine could respond with gratitude or relief, her face hardened with a mix of anger and disillusionment. The emotional weight of the night’s events and the unexpected appearance of Franco seemed to tip her into a state of raw honesty.“Stay away from me!” Celine shouted, her voice trembling with emotion. “You think you’re some kind of hero for what you did? You’re wrong!”Franco’s eyes widened in surprise as Celine’s anger erupted. “Celine, I only—”“Don’t you dare try to justify it!” Celine interrupted, her voice rising in intensity. “You think you’re so different from Harvey? All men are the same! You’ve hurt me just like he has.”Franco took a step back, his expression a mixture of hurt and confusion. “Celine, I didn’t come here to hurt you. I came to help.”“Help?” Celine’s voice was a harsh, bitter laugh. “Is that what you call it? All you’ve done is remind me that no matter how hard I try, I’m always surrounded by men who betray and mistreat me. You’re no different f

As Celine’s emotions reached a boiling point, the tension between her and Franco was palpable. The air seemed to crackle with the intensity of their confrontation. Franco, already vulnerable from the emotional encounter with Connor, felt the sting of Celine’s anger acutely.“Franco,” Celine’s voice was edged with a mix of fury and desperation, “you really think you can just waltz back into our lives after all this time and act like everything’s fine? You think you can make a few promises and magically make up for everything you’ve missed?”Franco’s face fell, the sting of her words evident. “I don’t expect it to be that simple,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “I know I’ve made mistakes. I just want to show that I’m committed to making things right.”Celine’s eyes flashed with a cold, cutting anger. “Committed? That’s a joke, Franco. You’ve been absent, unreliable, and now you want to play the hero? Do you have any idea how much damage you’ve done? Do you understand the chaos y

Franco sat on the edge of the hotel bed, his gaze fixed on the small suitcase at his feet. The morning light filtered through the thin curtains, casting a muted glow across the room. His heart felt heavy, each beat a reminder of everything he was leaving behind. He had barely slept the night before, his mind a tumult of thoughts and emotions that refused to settle.His phone buzzed again, a reminder of the day ahead. He glanced at the screen—a final message from the airline confirming his flight details. The words felt cold and impersonal, but they were a lifeline, a way out of this city that had become nothing but a graveyard of broken dreams.He stood up, his movements slow and deliberate, and took a deep breath. The hotel room, with its faded wallpaper and stale air, felt more suffocating than ever. He grabbed his jacket from the chair, stuffing his phone into the pocket, and took one last look around. There was nothing here he needed, nothing he wanted to remember. Just emptiness.

Celine’s hands shook as she opened the tissue-wrapped bundle. She lifted a delicate silver locket from the paper, its surface engraved with a familiar pattern—an intricate swirl of leaves and vines. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her fingers traced the design. It was a locket she had lost long ago, a gift from her late mother, a token of love she thought was gone forever.Celine held the locket in her palm, her thoughts racing. She hadn’t seen this in years. Who would have it now? And why send it back like this? Her heart thudded with a mix of nostalgia and dread. She hesitated for a moment, then opened the locket to reveal the tiny, faded photograph inside—a picture of her, younger and smiling, holding a baby Connor in her arms.A knot tightened in her stomach. Whoever had sent this knew too much, knew her past, her connection to Connor—everything. Her thoughts flickered back to Franco, his sudden departure, and the tangled mess of their lives. Could it be him? Was this his wa

The next morning, Celine sat at the kitchen table, her mind still reeling from the events of the previous day. Connor, still groggy from sleep, sat across from her, munching on cereal. Celine watched him with a mixture of relief and anxiety, her heart aching at the sight of his innocent face.“Connor,” Celine began gently, “can you tell me again about the man from yesterday? What did he say to you?”Connor looked up, his eyes a bit foggy from sleep. “He offered me candy, Mommy. He said he knew Daddy Franco and that Daddy told him to come get me.”Celine’s grip tightened around her coffee mug. Franco’s name again. Could it be possible that Franco was involved in some way? It seemed so far-fetched, yet the consistency in the man's story was unsettling.Before she could delve further into her thoughts, her phone rang, jolting her from her worries. It was Irene. Celine answered with a hurried, “Hello?”“Irene,” Celine said, her voice tinged with exhaustion.“Celine!” Irene’s voice was fra