All Chapters of Ascension of Billionaire's Ex-wife: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I told Harvey about the growing chasm between Athena and me. It started small, little annoyances that I ignored, brushed off. But it had festered, growing into a gaping wound. I couldn’t stand her attitude anymore. The way she spent billions of my money, our company’s money, on her own luxury. The mockery and insults I endured from her parents. I was tired, drained. Especially now, facing the looming crisis in my company.Harvey listened patiently, his face etched with concern.“Her parents,” I said, my voice cracking with suppressed rage, “they’re unbearable. They treat me like I’m some kind of… some kind of… a nobody.”“What do you mean?” Harvey asked, his eyes narrowed.“They belittle me, constantly,” I said, the words spilling out in a torrent.“They said they regret their choice for choosing me as Athena’s husband. They told me I can’t provide Athena a good life despite the fact that Athena wasted my billions of money!”Harvey's brow furrowed. "That's absurd. You built your own c

Around 10 pm in the evening, Celine still hasn't come home yet and I'm still here in her mansion, watching over her son, Connor, who is my friend. Many thoughts are running through my mind. I can't help but imagine how Harvey and Celine are exchanging their smiles during their dinner date. I wonder what they are talking about, despite Celine telling me that it was just a business meeting.I feel a pang of jealousy, even though I know that I'm just her stupid ex-husband who mistreated her before. I accused her of being a gold digger, and now my life has become miserable since I chose to marry Athena. Athena is the true gold digger, and not Celine. But all I can do now is watch over Connor, who is sleeping peacefully in his bed."Celine, please come home. I'm waiting for you," I say to myself, looking out of the window, hoping to see her car pulling up in the driveway.I remember the good old days when Celine and I were still together. She was so in love, and I took her for granted. I w

CELINE’S POVWhen I arrived at the restaurant, I saw Mr. Ruiz from the distance, wearing a dark blue suit with a big smile on his face. It was almost like he was expecting me. He was a handsome man, undeniably so. His smile was charming, his eyes were bright, and he had this way about him that drew you in. But I was here for business. I’d accepted his invitation to have a business meeting with him about his plan to invest in my other clothing line business besides my company’s product, CLN Beauty.As I approached him, he stood up, his smile widening, and held out his hand. “Ms. Winston, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”I smiled politely and shook his hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Ruiz.” I found myself instantly drawn to his warmth and energy. He was a charismatic man, and I could see why he was so successful.We settled into our table, and he immediately launched into his proposal. He spoke with passion and excitement about his vision

Around 4 am, I woke up to find Mr. Ruiz on the sofa bed. I quickly roused him from his slumber to prevent Connor from catching us. I knew it wasn't right for my son to witness my reckless actions. "Time to wake up, Mr. Ruiz!" I nudged him awake.He blinked in confusion, rubbing his neck as he tried to piece together the events of the previous night. "You drugged my drink, didn't you?" he accused, furrowing his brow.Taking a deep breath, I held his hand and apologized for my behavior. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ruiz. I was feeling so low and thought doing something crazy would make me feel better," I confessed softly.Mr. Ruiz gazed at me with disappointment in his eyes. It was indeed foolish to lure a man into my room under false pretenses, all to prove a point to my ex-husband. "So, you don't really care about me? It was all a lie?" he questioned."No, I do care about you. I just wasn't ready," I admitted.Mr. Ruiz smiled gently and reached for my hand, his expression serious. "Ms. Winsto

CELINE’S POVThe polished mahogany door of my office swung shut behind me, the click echoing in the otherwise silent room. It was 7:30 AM, the city just beginning to stir, I was already feeling the weight of the day settle on my shoulders. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the machine in the corner, a little luxury I allowed myself, was the only solace in this pre-dawn battleground. I couldn’t stop thinking of my confrontation earlier with Franco.“Who gave him the right to interfere in my life?!”my mind said.“He was just my ex-husband!” I remind myself.Suddenly the door open and broke my silence. I saw my secretary greeted and approached me. “Good morning, Ms. Winston,” my secretary greeted me, her voice a calm counterpoint to the whirlwind in my head.“I have the billing documents for your review.” She placed a neatly organized file on my desk, her eyes flitting over my face, registering my weariness.I forced a smile, a practiced movement of the lips that didn’t quite reac