All Chapters of Ascension of Billionaire's Ex-wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

FRANCO POV How could Celine possibly forgive me after all the pain I caused her?My mind raced back to the time we’re still married. I never treated her as my wife but as a maid. The greed, the ambition of mine, the desire for power seeped into our lives, turning our love into a battleground. Athena, with her cunning charm and manipulative tactics, had woven herself into our lives, like a venomous spider spinning her web of deceit. I thought marrying a mayors’ daughter would make my life better. Full of wealth when I became part of Athena’s family.But I was wrong. I’m stupid.I was blinded by Athena's beauty, her promises of a luxurious life that Celine, with her simple dreams and genuine spirit, could never provide. I was so focused on achieving my own goals, on climbing the ladder of success, that I overlooked the woman who truly loved me. I hurt her, betrayed her, and ultimately, lost her.I invited Harvey to drink at the bar. I was lost and very frustrated at those moments. As

I walked out from Connor's room and asked Martha if Franco is still in the outside of the gate.“Martha, is Franco still out there?” I asked, my voice strained. Martha straightened the already spotless tablecloth, her weathered face a picture of composure.“He's gone, madam. Left about minutes ago.”A wave of relief washed over me. The tension that had been tightening in my chest finally loosened.“Good.Thank you, Martha.” My voice was a whisper, a sigh of exhaustion escaping my lips.“Anything else, madam?” she asked, her eyes, wise and kind, holding my gaze.“Just… be vigilant, Martha. Don't let him near Connor. Don't let him talk to him. Don't let him even see him. Understand?”She nodded,“Yes, madam.”I knew she wouldn't betray me, wouldn't allow Franco near Connor. But she knew too. She knew the truth, the ugly, messy truth that I was desperate to keep buried.“Anyway, Martha, I will be the one who will drop Connor to the school. I didn't want to leave anything to chance, especi

CELINE POVAs I sat at my office desk, lost in a labyrinth of thoughts, the weight of my worries bore heavily upon me. My mind was a tempest of unease, the raging storm centered on Connor. The day had been a relentless barrage of anxiety, with each hour casting a longer shadow of doubt upon my heart.“Celine!” The voice of Irene shattered the oppressive silence, and with it, a ray of warmth pierced through the gloom. She burst through the door, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and mischief.“You can't forget the party on Monday night,” she exclaimed, her tone a playful reminder.“P..Party?” I stammered. “Yes! The victory party!”Irene exclaimed.I almost forgot about my victory party for CLN Beauty, swallowed by the constant churn of my thoughts. Connor, and Franco were ever-present in my mind, a dark cloud hanging over my success. The thought of Franco, with the fact that if one day he will know the truth about Connor, he will make a trouble in my life again not just

Days passed by, and Monday night has finally arrived – the night of triumph for CLN, the company I poured my heart and soul into building. As I sat in the plush chair of my dressing room, an expensive makeup artist meticulously applied layers of flawless makeup to my face. The soft glow of the vanity lights illuminated my reflection, highlighting the anticipation and excitement etched across my features.“Mommy, can I come with you tonight?”The sweet voice of Connor jolted me out of my reverie. He stood at the doorway, his brown eyes sparkling with a mixture of curiosity and longing.“Oh, darling, I already told you about it. I'm so sorry, but the party tonight is for grown-ups only,” I replied, gently smoothing his hair. “It's not a place for little boys like you.”Connor's face fell, and his eyes clouded with disappointment. “But Mom, I just want you to know that I will behave. I want to be with you like before,”“I know, sweetheart, but it's really forbidden for kids at these eve

I leave him in the living room, the air thick with the scent of his cologne and the weight of his disapproval. I don’t want to argue with him anymore. The futility of it all weighs heavy on my chest. I walk upstairs to the room, the dull thud of my footsteps echoing in the quiet mansion. I find Athena sitting on the bed, her face pale and drawn.“What are you carrying?” she asks, her voice laced with a mixture of suspicion and anger.“A suit,” I reply, holding up the garment bag. “I’m going to the party.”“What party? “She asked.“CLN victory party. It’s Celine’s company,” I replied.Her eyes narrow. “Celine’s party?”I nod, my throat dry. “Yes, it’s for her company’s success. I need to be there, Athena. It’s important for business.”The words hang in the air between us, heavy and charged. Athena rises from the bed, her face twisted in a mask of fury. “You’re going to her victory party? What the hell are you thinking, Franco? Do you want to be with her again?!”“Athena, please,” I ple