All Chapters of My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

ARIA’S POVLying in bed, I feel a mix of exhaustion and hope washing over me. The weight of the day presses down on me, yet the thought of Tony by my side provides a comforting reassurance. The journey ahead is bound to be challenging, but knowing that we are in this together makes me feel more equipped to handle whatever comes our way. I close my eyes, allowing a sense of renewed determination to fill me. As I drift off to sleep, I embrace the hope that tomorrow will bring strength and resilience.Nevertheless, I finally feel at ease, the turbulence of the past days settling into a calm acceptance. Yet, a sense of impending dread lingers as the court date for Tania approaches. The uncertainty of what lies ahead weighs heavily on my mind, casting a shadow over the fragile peace I've found.The day has finally arrived when I shall seek justice once again. In the courtroom, I take the stand and testify as a witness. I carefully narrate each and every detail to the court, emphasizing tha

ARIA’S POVThe next day, when I meet Tony at the café, he seems visibly concerned. My own excitement for our usual meetings is dampened today, as this isn't a typical date but a moment for Tony to provide some much-needed explanations.As we settle down and order something to drink, Tony focuses his full attention, ready for the conversation.“Tell me, Aria. What’s bothering you.”I take another deep breath, feeling the weight of the conversation ahead.“I heard something about you… Something related to your past.”Tony's breath seems to hitch for a second, his face paling and his eyebrows furrowing in concern.Seeing no reaction from him, I feel that I should clarify.“Is it true that you were into old rich widows?”Tony is taken aback by my findings and he asks me from where did I get such news.“Someone claims you were involved in scamming old rich widows before you became a model.”I ask him if there any truth to that, as Adam showed me some evidences yesterday. There’s a pause and

ARIA’S POV“Aria? Uhm… Can you pick me from the police station?”The call from Tony shatters the calm of my evening. His urgent plea to pick him up from the police station sends a jolt of fear through me.“Why? What happened?”“I’m alright, don’t worry. Please just come and pick me up.”Thoughts swirl as I rush to his aid, the drive fraught with worry and unanswered questions about what could have transpired. I am thinking about Tania who despite being in jail, has connections and must have sent someone to attack Tony.I remember how she threatened me in the court and how confident she was about her claims. I can’t think of anyone else bringing more issues into my life or even harm the people associated with me.Arriving at the station, I'm taken aback to find Tony standing with Adam. Tony's bruised face tells a silent story of recent violence, contrasting sharply with Adam's uneasy demeanor. Confusion and concern ripple through me as I take in the scene before me, trying to piece tog

ARIA’S POVBack at home, the quietness of my apartment feels almost oppressive. I try to distract myself with mundane tasks, but Tony's face keeps intruding into my thoughts. The image of him cradling my cheek stays with me, stirring emotions I hadn't anticipated.I find myself replaying our brief conversation at the red light. His words linger in the air, the unspoken tension between us hanging like a veil. A part of me wonders what might have happened if the traffic light hadn't changed, if we had lingered a moment longer in that charged atmosphere.But reality asserts itself, reminding me of the boundaries between us. Tony is a model, someone whose life is far more glamorous and complicated than mine. I can't help but feel a pang of inadequacy, a sense that I don't belong in his world.However, one thing is bugging me. Knowing Adam, he won’t punch someone without any reason. This is just not his style. As I lie in bed, I think about it long and hard, trying to make sense of what ha

ARIA’S POV“Aria? How are you doing?”Well, I can’t even respond to that and he senses how upset I already am.“I’m sorry… It’s all because of me again.”Adam calls me, his voice heavy with regret and apology, his words tinged with sorrow and remorse. He acknowledges that his recent actions might have sparked the rumors and media attention, even though he firmly believes he wasn't in the wrong.“I’ve tried to calm things down, but to no avail…”He describes his futile attempts to control the press, lamenting the relentless pursuit of sensational stories by blogs and free press. I sigh softly, trying to convey reassurance that I am prepared to take care of the situation calmly and confidently.“Don’t worry about it, Adam. I can handle it on my own.”“Still… And I want to tell you something, please listen to me.”During our conversation, Adam recounts his version of the events at the bar. He tells me that in fact, when he went to the washroom, he heard someone taking my name, in the nex