All Chapters of Married To My Ex Billionaire Uncle: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

As the couple approached the airport exit, the automatic double doors, made of gleaming glass and stainless steel, slid open with a soft whoosh, revealing a warm glow of sunlight. The doors framed a vibrant scene: a bustling curb lined with taxis, ride-share services, and private cars, their drivers eagerly awaiting passengers. Beyond the vehicles, a clear blue sky stretched out, dotted with only a few wispy clouds.They both stepped through the doorway, feeling the temperature shift from the cool, air-conditioned terminal to the gentle warmth of the outside air. Ivy had her hand intertwined with Zack's; her usually wide smile she gave off during the vacation had dissipated and was replaced by a slight wry smile. Knowing what awaited her—the fight for her career, new plans for her major breakthrough, and, of course, the new profound relationship with her partner.She glanced at Zack, a flutter spreading in her chest as she reminisced about the wonderful moments they spent together. G

Susan arrived shortly; Ivy was just climbing down the stairs, a welcoming smile spreading on her face. "I'm glad we don't have to deal with tight security any longer," Susan said, settling on the plush sofa, her eyes scanning the room. Ivy responded, her voice low and distant, "Yeah, me too." She then sat beside Susan, her wide smile fading. When their eyes locked again, they exchanged a silent sense of euphoria, their faint smiles never faltering. "I am so happy you're finally free, Ivy. We don't have to worry about your safety anymore," Susan broke the silence, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yeah..." she said slowly, nodding, her mind a bit distant. "Everything that has happened so far has been terrible, and I can only hope a battle as intense as that doesn't resurface again." She mused, her voice barely above a whisper. Susan placed her comforting hand on hers, giving her a reassuring smile. "Hey, nothing like that will happen again. Now is the time to think of some

Zack approached them, his hand dipped in his pocket as he flashed Ivy a slight smile. Ivy chuckled, raising one eyebrow. "You know street fighting?" she asked incredulously, standing up from the lawn. "You are kidding, right?" Zack's shoulders rose and fell in a careless shrug. "There's still so much you don't know about me, Ivy," he replied, his voice low and husky. Ivy's brow furrowed, her expression turning thoughtful. The locked room filled with equipment flashed in her mind, and her curiosity piqued. "What else are you hiding?" she asked, her voice laced with intrigue. Zack's smile grew, his eyes darting in confusion. "As in?" "Never mind." Ivy waved casually and sauntered towards Zack, her hands slipping around his neck. Their faces a mere inches apart, the air thick with anticipation. "We'll talk about that later," she whispered, her hot breath fanning his face. She then brought her lips closer, shortening the small distance between them. "It will be an honor to ha

Ivy reached out, her hands sweeping across the empty bed, searching for Zack's presence beside her."Where did he go..." she murmured, rubbing her eyes as she rolled to the other side of the bed.Her eyes fluttered open only to find Zack's side of the bed cold and unoccupied. He was nowhere to be found.She sighed in disappointment and reached out for her phone on the bedside table."5 a.m. Has he already gone to the office by this hour?" she muttered to herself, exhaling deeply as the memories of the night came flooding in.She rolled her eyes when she recalled what he had said to her before they fell asleep. "He was whispering sweet nothings into my ears last night, promising me he would escort me to the audition... now where is he?" she muttered, tossing off the bedcover.She sat up; the silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft hum of the air conditioner. As she scanned the dimly lit room, her gaze lingered on the bedside table, and that's when she saw a folded piece of

Susan, who had been watching the argument from the sidelines, burst into quiet laughter, the sound rich and exuberant. Her shoulders bounced as her body swayed. Her eyes were fixed keenly on the trio as she watched, eager to see how the influence of Zack's appearance would play out. Zack’s gaze was relentlessly steady on him, his face calm but his eyes flickered with a dangerous aura, as if he was willing to hurt Ethan at any moment. The typical Zack Anderson that many felt intimidated by. Ethan took a few steps backward, clearly intimidated by Zack's imposing demeanor, but still, his face was devoid of fear, his movement coming to a halt. "You came here to threaten my wife? You’ve got guts, boy." Zack said, his tone calm and deadly. Ethan faced Zack’s stern gaze head-on, ignoring the effect of his looming presence. "That wasn't a threat; it was just a friendly piece of advice." He interjected, barely keeping his voice steady. "I thought we agreed we aren't friends anymore."