Semua Bab My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife: Bab 401 - Bab 410

NEAL’S POVI never expected Aria to regain her memory so soon. It was a shock to all of us when she suddenly started recalling everything, piecing together the fragments of her life that had been lost to the trauma. At first, when she came back home, she was understandably devastated, struggling to come to terms with what had happened to her. But despite the confusion and the emotional turmoil, I was secretly relieved that she was no longer under Adam Miller's influence. I’m grateful to whoever sent her the evidence that opened her eyes and got her out of that house. It was a blessing in disguise, a much-needed jolt that brought her back to reality and away from him.The night we took her out to the bar, it was clear she was trying hard to act normal, to have a good time. However beneath the surface, I could see the pain and uncertainty. Our sister, always the inquisitive one, kept pressing us about why we hadn’t brought Aria back to our place from the hospital. Why did we let her sta

ADAM’S POVI walk into my house after work, and the silence feels like a punch to the gut. Everything seems darker, quieter, and colder without Aria here. Her presence filled every corner with warmth and life, and now, without her, it’s just an empty shell.I try to distract myself by turning on the TV or flipping through a book, but nothing holds my attention. It’s hard to believe that just a few days ago, we were here together, laughing and planning for a future I thought we could have. The days without her are long, but the nights are even longer.I thought I could adjust to life without Aria, but I was wrong. Every little thing reminds me of her; the smell of her perfume that still lingers in the hallway, the half-empty bottle of wine we never finished, the soft hum of the fan she always insisted on keeping on. I haven’t even been able to change the sheets on our bed; her scent still clings to them, and I can’t bring myself to wash it away.I spend my nights lying there, staring a

ARIA’S POV“Now I understand why Adam was warning us every time.”When I speak to my dad, he immediately brings up Adam. My stomach twists at the mention of his name. According to my father, Adam had warned him days ago about this very situation. I am completely baffled by the revelation. How did Adam know about this before any of us did? Why didn’t he come to me directly? My father goes on to explain that both our company and Adam's had started to take a serious hit in the market around the same time, but Adam and his team managed to turn things around and steer back to success.Now, I'm beginning to piece things together. I recall how Adam had seemed unusually preoccupied with business matters recently, his demeanor tense and focused. At the time, I thought he was simply stressed about some big deal, but now I see it might have been something more serious.“It’s the Mitchells. They want revenge.”My father continues, saying that Adam had confided in him and my brothers, suggesting t

ADAM’S POVWhen Aria calls me, it is as if the world pauses for a moment. The sound of her voice, though formal and distant, still carries the weight of all the emotions I have been suppressing. I can tell she is trying to keep things strictly business, but even so, I am overwhelmed.This is the first time we have spoken since everything fell apart, and it takes all my strength to keep my composure. She has figured out what is happening. The sudden and brutal drop in the stock market value isn’t just a random fluctuation—it is sabotage. Aria has always been sharp, and I am not surprised she has connected the dots.“I have to come because matters are getting worse.”We arrange to meet at my office, and the atmosphere is painfully formal when she arrives. Her posture is stiff, her words carefully measured. She thanks me for “accepting to meet her,” as if we are nothing more than business associates.The barrier between us is evident; a thick and impenetrable wall that keeps any semblanc

ARIA’S POVAfter what Adam tells me, I keep reflecting on it. The Mitchells are blaming me for Ethan's loss. Perhaps they’re right. I shouldn’t have gone to Hawaii with him. I should have gone alone, and no one would have gotten hurt. The weight of guilt presses on me, and I can’t shake the feeling that I made the wrong decisions.Suddenly, my phone rings. It’s Adam calling again. This time, I think I should pick it up. However, to my astonishment, it’s not Adam on the line but someone else. A bartender.“Miss… Can you come over as soon as possible?”He claims that Adam is at the bar, completely drunk. Since they had no one else to call and found my number in his favorite contact list, they called me.“He’s muttering ‘Aria’ a lot and can’t even stand on his feet.”The bartender’s voice is filled with concern as he describes Adam's state. He’s in a really dilapidated condition, barely able to stand. The news hits me hard, and I can’t ignore it.“Thanks for calling me. I’ll be there soo