All Chapters of My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

ARIA’S POVJulien stands frozen, stunned by Elodie's abrupt shift in demeanor. Her earlier façade of sophistication and grace crumbles, revealing a raw, unfiltered version of herself. The art gala, once filled with murmurs of admiration and cultured conversation, falls into a tense silence. Those nearby gasp, their shock palpable in the charged air. Elodie's words hang heavy, a stark contrast to the refined setting.I don't hold back. The frustration that's been simmering within me boils over. The pretense, the sheer audacity of it all, ignites a fire. I address Elodie directly, my voice steady but laced with indignation. I question the point of her presence at this prestigious event, highlighting the absurdity of purchasing art without an ounce of genuine interest or understanding. My words cut through the pretense, exposing her for what she truly is—someone who deems art as worthless yet tries to impress her circle with a veneer of sophistication.“I really don’t know what are you d

ARIA’S POVAfter Adam leads his mother away from the event, he turns back to me, his face etched with remorse. He keeps apologizing, his words tumbling over each other, the pain in his eyes eminent and unhidden. I can see the weight of his mother's actions pressing down on him, the burden of her recklessness heavy on his shoulders.Adam tries speaking to me, his voice breaking slightly."Aria, I am so sorry, I never imagined she would do something like this.""It's okay, Adam, I've come to expect things like this from your family."The words are laced with a resigned acceptance, a recognition of the chaos that often swirls around them. Frankly speaking, I am tired of Elodie and Eva or anyone from the past coming at me in public every time, just to either bring me down or try to mess my day up. I don’t want to ruin my evening further by dwelling on this confrontation.Therefore, I step away from Adam, feeling the need to distance myself from the turmoil he brings. I scan the room until

ARIA’S POVAfter the event, Julien returned to Paris, leaving behind a whirlwind of excitement and new opportunities. Life, in many ways, has resumed its usual pace, but now there is a palpable difference—a newfound fame that accompanies my every step.My painting from the gala, "The Abyss," sold for an astonishing one million dollars, marking a pivotal moment in my career. This first significant earning from my art fills me with immense pride and determination. The recognition and financial reward validate years of hard work and dedication, solidifying my resolve to continue creating.The impact of this success is far-reaching. Every gallery and art critic now recognizes my name, and invitations to exhibit my work pour in from all over the world. My inbox is flooded with offers from collectors, each eager to own a piece of my soul captured on canvas. The financial stability this sale brings allows me to invest more in my craft, exploring new techniques and ideas.Every time, as I ste

ARIA’S POVA successful delivery by Mario and me to Next-Gen Ventures earns us our first major award. This recognition is unexpected but deeply gratifying, a proof to our hard work and dedication. The award not only solidifies our reputation but also opens new doors for Wilson Paragon, elevating our status in the business world. Nicholas, ever the gracious collaborator, decides to host a success party to celebrate this milestone, underscoring the significance of our achievement and presenting us with the award.“Congratulations, Aria. You and your team did great!”“Thanks, Nicholas. It was only Mario and me.”“What? Two people only?”I nod, smiling while Nicholas is taken aback. I shall not give credit to an entire company for the hard work and efforts put in by Mario and me, should I? Moreover, the only people deserve to attend the party are only my family members, Mario and I.“Alright, then. See you tonight at the party.”***The night of the success party is a dazzling affair, set

ARIA’S POVFrom my previous experiences with old employees, I know Charlotte isn’t someone who will just lay back and forget about our confrontation. Her grudges tend to linger, and I’m acutely aware that I need to be extra careful around her.Her sudden decision to take a week’s leave comes as both a surprise and a relief. The funniest part is, it feels like she’s hiding her face to avoid the aftermath of our clash. Without hesitation, I approve her leave immediately, a part of me wondering if she’s using this time to seek opportunities elsewhere. If that’s the case, good for her. At least I won’t have to deal with her negativity for a week.“Have a great holiday!”“Ha! Ha! I will, indeed.”With Charlotte temporarily out of the picture, the office atmosphere lightens considerably. The tension she brought with her is noticeably absent, and it feels like a breath of fresh air. I use this time to refocus on my projects and responsibilities, diving deep into the creative and strategic wo