All Chapters of My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

ARIA’S POVThe Mitchells’ intense stares feel like a weight pressing down on me, each glance a wordless demand for an explanation I cannot give. I don’t understand why they’re looking at me like this, why they expect me to have answers about Ethan, their son—someone I don’t even remember meeting. If he was involved in our business, his face is lost to me now, just another forgotten face in a sea of confusion.I try to push the discomfort aside as I turn to Stella, needing some clarity. When I mention Ethan, her reaction is immediate and unmistakable—her face flushes the same way Adam’s did the other day.“I hope they don’t ask me about Ethan again!”“Shh… Better not to speak about him here.”She leans in, whispering urgently that now isn’t the time or place to talk about Ethan. Her tone is sharp, almost pleading, as she tells me that whatever happened to Ethan has nothing to do with me and that I should avoid speaking with his parents. Her words leave me more bewildered than before, h

ADAM’S POVThe house feels quieter tonight without Aria, almost too quiet. I sit in the living room, trying to focus on the television, but my mind is elsewhere. It’s a relief, in a way, to have her out with Stella, allowing me a few hours of reprieve from the constant need to conceal the truth. But the silence brings its own burdens. The weight of what I’m hiding hangs heavy in the air, like a storm cloud ready to burst.I never imagined that being with Aria again could feel like this—like walking a tightrope, where any wrong step could send me plunging into the abyss of our past. Every day is a delicate dance of keeping up appearances, of maintaining the façade that everything is fine, that our lives are unblemished by any shadows. However the truth is, the past is always there, lurking just beneath the surface, threatening to erupt at any moment.Aria’s presence in my life now is a gift I never thought I’d receive again. After the divorce, I was certain I had lost her forever. Thos

ARIA’S POVAdam seems to have returned to his usual self, and I can't help but feel relieved. The weight that had been pressing on him recently seems to have lifted, and his smile has found its way back into our everyday moments.It's like a dark cloud has finally passed, letting the sunlight shine down on us once more. I'm convinced now that the envelope that arrived that day must have been about some business matter. Whatever it was, it’s behind us now, and he appears more at ease, more present.In a surprising yet delightful turn, Adam has decided to take me on a getaway to a Victorian estate in the Great Northern Catskills. The thought of escaping the city, just the two of us, sends a thrill through me.“Aria, pack your stuff. We’re going to have a great escape.”“Ha! Ha! Sure, love. Escape is the right word.”It's like we're stepping back into our honeymoon phase, a fresh start for us to rekindle the passion and intimacy that I treasure so much. The past few weeks have been a whi

ADAM’S POVWhen I say I don’t want this life with Aria to come to an end, I mean it. Last night, she blew my mind in ways I never expected. This side of her— one I’d never seen before, has driven me completely crazy. She was bold, confident, and completely in tune with what I wanted and needed. I can’t help but feel like this weekend getaway to the Victorian estate was the best idea I’ve ever had. Being here with her, away from all the noise and chaos, has brought us closer than we’ve ever been. It feels like we’re back in our honeymoon phase, rediscovering each other in new, exciting ways.This morning, as I watch her across the breakfast table, I can’t help but notice the soft blush on her cheeks. She’s still glowing from last night, and it makes my heart swell with happiness. She’s smiling shyly, a smile that reaches her eyes and lights up her whole face. I love seeing her like this—happy, content, and at ease. It’s a look I haven’t seen often enough, and it fills me with a deep se

ADAM’S POVAs soon as I enter our bedroom, my heart sinks. Aria is in a state of complete devastation, her body slumped against the couch, face buried in her hands. Panic surges through me as I take in the scene. What has happened? Just this morning, she was so cheerful, so full of life. Now, it’s as if the light has been snuffed out of her, and I have no idea why.I rush over to her, my mind racing with fear and confusion. Her shoulders are shaking, and I can see that she has been crying, her body wracked with silent sobs. She looks so small, so fragile, and my chest tightens at the sight of her in such pain. I call out to her, trying to reach through the fog of whatever has taken hold of her.“Aria! Aria!”I say, my voice trembling. But she doesn’t respond. Her head is in her hands, and she doesn’t even seem to hear me. I reach out, placing a hand on her shoulder, but she flinches away from my touch, as if I’ve burned her.I don’t know what to do, and I feel utterly helpless. My min