All Chapters of Ascension of Billionaire's Ex-wife: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

When Celine left and arrived at her mansion, she was surprised to see Harvey waiting for her. He approached her, a stern look on his face. "Celine, we need to talk," he said, his voice low and serious.She nodded, leading him to the veranda for some privacy. As they settled into the chairs, Harvey wasted no time. "Why didn’t you tell me about Franco?" he demanded. "He and Connor were friends, and that he’s been visiting you lately."Celine sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Harvey, it’s not important anymore. Connor met Franco in an unexpected way, and they became friends. Nothing more."Harvey’s eyes narrowed. "Are you sure about that? Is Franco really not Connor’s father?"Celine’s heart skipped a beat, but she maintained her composure. "Franco is not Connor’s father," she lied, her voice steady.Harvey looked at her for a long moment, searching her eyes for the truth. Finally, he nodded, though the suspicion in his gaze remained. "Alright. But you should have told me. I need

Months had passed, and Franco chose to focus on his wife, Athena, who was pregnant despite doubting the baby was his. All he wanted was a divorce, but he had to stand by the child because Athena was still his wife, even though his heart held no love for her anymore.Franco stood in the dimly lit kitchen, stirring a pot of soup. The steam rose, fogging his glasses. He wiped them off, his mind far from the task at hand. Athena sat at the table, her hands resting on her rounded belly, her eyes following Franco’s every move. "Franco, can we talk?"Athena asked.Franco didn't turn to face her, his voice clipped. "What is it, Athena?""It's about the baby. We need to discuss what happens after it's born."Franco sighed, turning off the stove and setting the ladle down. He finally faced her, his expression stern. "There's nothing to discuss. I'll provide for the baby, but that's it."Athena's eyes filled with tears. "Why are you so cold, Franco? We used to love each other."Franco clenched h

They stood in silence for a while longer, the tension slowly dissipating. Eventually, Harvey excused himself and went back inside, leaving Franco alone with his thoughts once more.As he stared out at the city lights, Franco couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him. He knew he needed to let go of his feelings for Celine, but it was easier said than done. The past had a way of clinging to him, no matter how hard he tried to move forward.When he finally stepped back into the party, the noise and laughter washed over him, though it felt distant, like an echo. Athena was waiting for him, her expression a blend of relief and frustration that made his heart twist painfully.Athena was waiting for him, her expression a mix of relief and frustration.“There you are. Where have you been?,” she said, her voice piercing through his bubble of introspection.“Sorry,” Franco replied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Just needed a moment to clear my head.”He

Franco woke up in the hotel bed, his head pounding and his mouth dry. He blinked against the harsh light filtering through the curtains, his mind struggling to piece together the events of the previous night. Slowly, the memories came back: the bar, the drinks, and then Celine. He remembered her stern face, her voice commanding him to stay put as she went to arrange the room.Shame washed over him. What the hell had he done? Why had Celine found him in such a state? He sat up slowly, the room spinning slightly, and buried his face in his hands. He felt an overwhelming sense of embarrassment. Celine had seen him at his lowest, and he had allowed her to help him when he should have been the one in control.He got up and splashed water on his face, staring at his reflection in the mirror. The man looking back at him was a shadow of his former self. He needed to pull himself together, but the weight of his problems was crushing him.Why had Celine been at the bar? Had she been looking for

Her conversation with Harvey earlier that evening had left her with a sense of both comfort and unease. Harvey’s commitment and support had been reassuring, but the reality of her past with Franco loomed large. The emotional weight of her previous relationship was still heavy on her shoulders, and the thought of navigating a future with Harvey while untangling the complexities of her past was daunting.Sleep came fitfully, slipping in and out like an elusive dream. Celine’s dreams were a confusing mix of familiar faces and new beginnings.Franco’s stern, troubled face appeared first, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and anger. Then, Harvey’s face would emerge, gentle and encouraging, offering her a hand in the darkness. The dreams left her feeling disoriented and restless, the emotions they stirred a chaotic blend of hope and anxiety.She woke early the next morning, the dawn light filtering through the curtains in soft, golden hues. Despite the fitful sleep, she felt a sense