All Chapters of I'm in love with my Billionaire Ex-wife : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11~Ximena~“You!” I muttered as my eyes widened in shock. I couldn't believe my eyes, my ex-husband, Ethan, was in front of me.“Ximena we need to ta…” “We have nothing to talk about,” I snapped, cutting him off as I clenched my fist, memories of the torture and humiliation I had passed through in his house flashed through my mind. “I need you Ximena, please,” he begged, his voice low and gentle. As much as I hated him, I couldn't deny the fact that his voice bore sincerity.“Anything the matter?” A voice asked behind, making me turn. Charles was behind me, a warm smile on his face.“Nah, we good,” I replied, my eyes fixed on my ex-husband. “Alright then, shall we?” Charles said, leading the way into the restaurant.As we got into the restaurant, a slight gasp left my mouth as my eyes darted back and forth. Charles definitely wanted to impress me and it worked.“Sit, Ximena,” he said, pulling the chair out for me as I sat. His eyes were fixed on mine, as though he was bori

Chapter 13“No! This can't be,” I muttered as my lips trembled. My eyes widened while looking at the photo in my hand. “This is not possible,” I groaned underneath my breath. I felt a surge of queasiness run through my bones as I tried to comprehend what was happening.The picture displayed Charles and Alejandro, standing together in front of the same grand mansion Alejandro was in the last photo. My mind reeled in shock as a series of questions welled up in my head. Was Charles connected to my brother's criminal organization? Was our arranged marriage all a plot?A cold sweat ran down my back when I gazed up at my secretary, who had been observing me with worry etched on her face. “Where did you get this from?" I asked quietly, barely raising my voice above a whisper. "It was sent to your email anonymously, ma'am," she replied with sympathy in her eyes. "I thought it was better for you to see it." I nodded, still in shock as I glanced back at the image.“Arghh,” I groaned, clenching

Chapter 15 A Picnic Interlude A sliver of sunlight had worked its way through a hole in my curtain to wake me up properly from a restless sleep. My whole body ached, but that was just another reminder of the warehouse incident. I groaned, pushing myself into a sitting position and wincing at the bruise colouring my jaw. I shuffled toward the bathroom but was waylaid by my phone buzzing on the way. Sofia's text read, "Picnic today? You need fresh air!" I smiled, feeling that I owed a lot to my friend who had not given up on me. I had been keeping to myself and burying myself in work to rid myself of the terror caused by Alejandro's betrayal. Sofia was right—this is what I needed. Sofia, one of my best employees, tall with blonde hair and pink lips would have men flooding around her like swarms of locusts. Sprawled on the checkered blanket an hour later, amidst familiar faces and fresh sandwiches in the park, I was relaxed. Sofia chattered away with office gossip, while my assistan

Chapter 17 The Visitor I had been buried deep in quarterly reports when my office door flew open. There stood Miguel, a little disheveled, with worry etched across his usual flawless complexion. "Ximena," he breathed, relief washing across his features. "You're okay." I blinked, his sight irritating me, let alone that he appeared to care. "Miguel? What are you doing here?" He walked in and closed the door behind him. "I heard about what happened to Alejandro. Why didn't you tell me?" Anger flashed through me. "Tell you? Why would I? We're not exactly on speaking terms, remember? We're fucking divorced!" My acrimony seemed to have caught Miguel off guard, as he flinched. Good! Let him feel a fraction of the pain that I had endured. "I know. I'm sorry." He shoved both hands through his hair. "But when I heard… God, Ximena, I was worried sick." I got to my feet, my blood boiling beneath my skin. "Well, see? I'm fine. You can go back to your perfect life now." He was a step away

Chapter 19 Battle in the Boardroom The atmosphere was palpable in the boardroom when I stood at the head of the table. Perspiration underneath a well-composed exterior, heart pounding, ahead lay nothing but varieties of skepticism and hostility coming from the faces looking back at mine. I took a deep breath, and so the battle began. "Gentlemen," I began in a voice not quite bristling, as nerves throbbed, "I know what's on your minds—all these mishaps that happened lately. Let me assure you, the Antonio Group stands more stalwart than ever." A snort of derision cut me short from my left. "Stalwart?" That was Rodrigo Vega, one of the most outspoken of our board members. "If your own brother tried to sabotage the company, how can we trust anything that comes from the same Antonios?" A flash of anger, ruthlessly squelched. "Alejandro's actions were his own," I managed to say firmly. "I've put new security measures in place to ensure nothing as such ever happens again." When I c