All Chapters of My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ARIA’S POVAs the day of the much-anticipated fashion show dawns, I find myself immersed in a whirlwind of emotions. Stepping into the bustling backstage area, I am immediately enveloped in a frenzy of activity and excitement.Surrounded by a flurry of last-minute arrangements, my senses are overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the bustling backstage scene. Seamstresses scurry about, putting the finishing touches on exquisite garments, while makeup artists and hairstylists work tirelessly to perfect each model's look. The air is thick with the scent of hairspray and perfume, mingling with the faint hum of chatter and music.Amidst the organized chaos, I feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins; a heady mixture of nerves and excitement. This is the moment we have all been working towards—the culmination of weeks of tireless preparation and dedication. Yet, as the minutes tick by, a nagging sense of apprehension creeps into my thoughts.What if something goes wrong? What

ARIA’S POVBut it’s only for a moment, and he’s gone. I must have mistaken him for someone else.As the fashion show comes to a close, I am surrounded by a flurry of excitement and congratulatory cheers from my colleagues and peers. They rush to me, clapping and showering me with compliments on the impression I made on the runway.Their genuine enthusiasm and support fill me with a sense of warmth and validation, washing away any lingering doubts or insecurities. It is a surreal moment, basking in the glow of their admiration and knowing that my hard work and dedication have paid off.I smile gratefully, accepting their praise with humility and gratitude. Their words of encouragement are like a balm to my soul, affirming that I am capable of achieving greatness and deserving of recognition.In that moment, surrounded by the smiling faces of my colleagues, I feel a sense of pride swell within me. This is more than just a fashion show—it is a celebration of camaraderie and collaboration

ARIA’S POVAs Stella points out the discrepancy in the ticket logo, a ripple of realization spreads across the faces of Eva, Adam, and Sophia. Their expressions contort with a mixture of disbelief and dawning comprehension, as if a veil has been lifted to reveal the truth.It is a moment of revelation, as the implications of Stella's observation sink in. I can almost feel the tension crackling in the air, as the significance of this revelation hangs heavy between them, casting a shadow over their previously confident façades.Stella's swift action to summon the security guard catches my attention, but my astonishment grows as I spot Adam's friend, George, stepping in as if he owns the place. His unexpected intervention adds another layer of intrigue to the unfolding drama, leaving me wondering about the extent of his involvement in the situation.There is a sense of bewilderment as I watch him assert himself, his actions injecting a new element of uncertainty into an already volatile

ARIA’S POVAs Regis leads me toward the back door, my gaze lands on a young, handsome man standing nearby. His presence catches my attention, a sudden glimmer of intrigue amid the chaos unfolding around us.There is a certain magnetism about him, a combination of confidence and charisma that draws my eye. In the midst of the tumult, he stands out like a beacon of calm, his presence a welcome respite from the storm raging within me. I find myself curious about who he is and what role he might play in the unfolding drama.The intensity of the affection in the young man's gaze leaves me momentarily stunned, a flicker of recognition dancing at the edges of my mind. There is a familiarity about him that I cannot quite place, as if our paths have crossed before in some distant memory.I search my mind, trying to recall where I might have encountered him, but the details remain frustratingly elusive. Despite the veil of uncertainty clouding my thoughts, I cannot shake the feeling that there

ARIA’S POVA sense of unease prickles at the back of my neck as I feel someone following me at a quick pace. Instinctively, I quicken my steps, the rhythmic sound of my heartbeats matching the cadence of my movements.Every footfall reverberates with a sense of urgency, echoing the racing thoughts in my mind. Then I hear a familiar voice.“Aria! Wait!”As I turn back and come face to face with Adam, disgust courses through me. My features harden into a mask of disdain, the emotions churning within me evident in the coldness of my expression.It is a visceral reaction, fueled by years of resentment and betrayal that have festered beneath the surface. In that moment, there is no room for pretense or diplomacy, but only the raw intensity of my contempt for the man who has caused me so much pain.With a steely gaze, I hold his gaze, refusing to let him off the hook for his past transgressions.“Are you here for the divorce papers?”My question is to remind him that he cannot close the dis