Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

ARIA’S POV Leaving the party amidst stunned silence, I can't shake the sense of satisfaction knowing that Eva is finally getting what she deserves. Adam's silence in the aftermath of my confrontation with her speaks volumes, a tacit acknowledgement of his inability to defend me against his own family. With Regis by my side, we leave it all behind us, not once looking back. But today, as I face a new day, the weight of my circumstances bears down on me. Despite my desire for independence, I am tethered to a reality where my autonomy is limited by the terms of my marriage. Adam's decree regarding my salary serves as a constant reminder of the power dynamics at play, a stark contrast to the illusion of equality we are meant to uphold. As much as I yearn to break free from these constraints, I am ensnared by the tangled web of obligation and expectation that surrounds me. I am completely absorbed in my thoughts, when Regis enters my room. Lately, he has been coming all the time, to ch

ARIA’S POV Eva and Sophia's disdainful stares cut through the air like knives, their raised eyebrows and judgemental scrutiny leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. It is as if they see me as nothing more than a piece of garbage to be discarded, their contemptuous gazes stripping away any semblance of dignity or self-worth. Despite their attempts to belittle me, I refuse to let their negativity tarnish my spirit. I stand tall, chin held high, refusing to be diminished by their petty cruelty. In their eyes, I may be nothing more than a target for their derision, but in my own eyes, I am strong, resilient, and worthy of respect. As I meet their stares with unwavering resolve, I silently vow to rise above their toxic behavior and prove them wrong. Their opinion of me may sting in the moment, but I refuse to let it define me. I am more than their judgement, more than their scorn—I am a force to be reckoned with, capable of achieving greatness despite their attempts to tear me down.

EVA’S POV I recall that day when things turned upside down for me at the event. “What did you do?” Adam asks me after he checked the security footage. He is livid, his fist clenched tight like he is about to hit me. He has never been this harsh to me. Now he yells at me for that lowly ex-wife of his! In a moment of carelessness, I had messed up with Aria. Desperate to avoid the consequences, I had tried to shift the blame onto Aria. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. It seemed that my brother was becoming more discerning, especially after Aria's departure. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. My attempts to manipulate and deceive might no longer be as effective as they once were. Without Aria around to serve as a convenient scapegoat, my brother was no longer falling for my tricks so easily. It was a sobering awareness, one that forced me to confront the consequences of my actions. Perhaps it was time for me to reassess my approach and consider the true value of

ADAM’S POV I see how shocked everyone is. I know. When I arrived earlier, I saw Eva trying to slap Aria. I realised that such things had occurred many times with Aria and I could never defend her. It was not because I knew it and did not act upon it, but because I never considered Aria as my better-half and I always believed my sister and mother. Now, I want to mend this relationship so badly. Regrets plague me every night as I realize how poorly I treated Aria, never giving her the place she deserved in my life. My house feels empty without her, and I can't bear the thought of letting her go. I am determined to make amends, to show her the love and respect she deserves. The weight of guilt presses down on me, suffocating me with each passing moment. Every memory of Aria is tinged with sorrow and remorse. But amidst the pain, there is a glimmer of hope—a determination to make things right, to finally give her the love and respect she deserves. I extend the shopping bag towards Ari

ARIA’S POV As Elodie and Eva step into the reception, nausea churns in my stomach, threatening to overwhelm me. Despite the rising tide of unease, I force myself to maintain a air of calm. My heart pounds in my chest, a rapid rhythm betraying the turmoil within. Every step they take closer feels like a weight pressing down on me, suffocating me with apprehension. But I swallow hard, steeling myself against the panic threatening to consume me. As their eyes lock onto mine, I brace myself for the inevitable onslaught of humiliation. It is as though their gaze alone has the power to strip away any semblance of dignity I possess, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. My breath catches in my throat as I anticipate their cutting words and disdainful glances. A knot forms in my stomach, tightening with each passing moment. Every fiber of my being screams to retreat, to flee from the impending humiliation. But I stand my ground, my outward composure a thin veil concealing the torrent of fear