All Chapters of I'm in love with my Billionaire Ex-wife : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 22 Tired, hobnailed, I must have dozed off on the couch. The next thing, the light of day burst through the room via the curtain, and my phone buzzed like a hornet. I groaned, picked it up, and took a look at the screen with just one eye. A dozen missed calls and texts. What great news. I scrolled down to read one, sent by Charles. It hovered there for a minute before I tapped it open. "Hey, can we talk about something? It's important." I heaved a deep sigh and ran my hand through tangles in my hair. The last thing I wanted now was drama, especially after last night's news about Miguel, but Charles never really texted unless it was dire. "Sure. Rosie's in an hour?" I typed back. The response came almost instantly: "See you there." An hour later, I crawled into the coffee shop booth and felt like death warmed over. Charles must have been there for some time because he was seated, preppie pin-up-like in his shirtsleeves and jeans when I arrived. His sharp, brown eyes grew

Chapter 24 Peaks and Valleys And here I was, on some flight bound for some state with mountains that I had never even heard of before. Great. The plane kept going up, and my cell almost buzzed without a break. On impulse, I brought it up to take a glance, and there was a list of calls and texts I had missed from Sofia. Each one made my stomach turn. 'Please, Ximena. It wasn't what you think. Please let me explain now'. 'Call me back. I'm really scared'. 'Where are you? Charles is going nuts? I snorted and clicked over to put my phone into flight mode. Let them sweat. I had bigger fish to fry—like how in hell I was going to get out of wherever it was that I was going. "Welcome aboard our flight to Copper Canyon," the flight attendant bawled over the intercom in a super hoarse voice. The voice was just familiar; the name, too—some colossal system of canyons up in northern Mexico. Well, by the sound of it, probably as good a place as any to lose oneself for a while. I had barely

Chapter 26 The New Ximena, Who Dares? Ximena's POV I went into the Antonio Group building like a boss. Well, I was, just that this time, it was different; I had just returned from hiking and up for work rejuvenated, bearing even more of it all for the shaking. My assistant Lisa tweeted, meanwhile her eyes wide as saucers scanned my new change. The perfectly pressed suit and carefully styled hair was now replaced with me in hiking boots, jeans, and a messy bun. "You look different." I grinned at her. "Thanks Lisa. I feel different. Clear my morning meetings, okay? And call Detective Rodriguez right away. I want him here in my office ASAP" Lisa's jaw fell nearly to the floor, but she nodded. "Yes, Ms. Antonio." I slid into my oversized chair, cackling. If Lisa thought this was a surprise, she had another thing coming. An hour or so later, Detective Rodriguez shuffled in, and he managed to look as disheveled and permanently put upon as ever. "Ms. Antonio," he greeted me, nodd

Chapter 28 Strange Bedfellows "I need you... I need us back. Together," he said without flinching. My freaking eyes widened in shock at such temerity. What gave him the fucking instinct that I'd want him back in my life? "How dare you, Miquel?!" I spat, my widened eyes and flipping hands coincided simultaneously." Seeing how upset he'd made me, he moved gently towards me, trying to hold my hand. "I'm sorry for all I've caused you, Ximena," he said, his expression filled with guilt. "I'm not asking you to make your decision now. Just give it a thought. I've made a terrible mistake in my life. Let me make it right." He tried reaching for my hand. I jacked up from the seat, my blood boiling beneath my skin. "That's enough! I think it's time you leave." I said, heading for the door. I opened it to show him out. ........ I resumed work the next morning, filled with high expectations for a good day. Flipping through some files, I buzzed. I stared at it, reading Charles' message f

Chapter 30 Crossroads I stepped out into the morning sunlight, and a whirlwind of secrets, threats, and impossible choices swirled in my wake. The threshold of the office had barely been crossed when that familiar voice was already calling out from the slim black car waiting at the curb. "There's the daughter of a bitch, the infamous Ximena Antonio: " I froze, tightening my grip on the bag. Tania. Miguel's ex. The last person in the world I wanted to meet just then. Everything snapped into sharp focus as she flew out of the car, designer, perfect hair, as if she had just come from a runway—not like ambushing me at dawn. "Tania," I said, carefully keeping my voice as flat as possible, "what brings you here so early?" She began to furrow her features, all the sweetness fleeing from her tone. "Don't play dumb, Ximena. I see what you do." I raised a brow, fighting with confusion. "And what am I doing, if you don't mind me asking?" "Stop playing stupid," she barked. "You're tryi