All Chapters of My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

ARIA’S POVEver since that night when Aria stormed out after the candlelit dinner, she has been avoiding me like the plague. I’ve tried to give her space, respecting her decision to pull away, but it’s eating me alive not knowing where she is or what she’s doing. I can’t ask Dave or her brothers either; they would just brush me off or make things worse between us.So, I’ve been in the dark, pacing in circles, worrying that she might have ventured into something dangerous. I know Aria, and she doesn’t sit still for long. She’s bold and stubborn, and with the number of enemies we’ve accumulated, I can’t rest. It feels like she’s surrounded by threats, and I’m powerless to protect her from them.Meanwhile, I’ve been trying to stay focused on the mission at hand; finding Ethan, Connor, or anyone who might have survived the jet crash. I’ve thrown every resource I have into the search, but we keep coming up empty.Each day that passes without news feels like another weight on my chest. I ca

ETHAN’S POVI can't shake the strange encounter with the woman who called herself Aria. The whole scene plays over and over in my mind like a movie I can't turn off. She had approached me with a mix of excitement and relief, as if she'd just found something she had lost for a long time.At first, I thought she might need help. Maybe she had mistaken me for someone else, but then things got… intense.She grabbed my arm, practically pulling me out of my seat, her grip tightening like she’d never let go and the way she looked at me—her eyes wide with disbelief—calling me Ethan. I kept telling her, over and over, my name is Aiden, but she wouldn’t listen. For a moment, I could see the desperation in her eyes, the hurt mixed with hope, and I almost felt bad for her. Almost.Then Lydia had shown up, like some kind of savior, rushing in with her fierce protectiveness, shouting at Aria to back off. That’s when everything took a turn. People around us started whispering, looking at me like I w

ARIA’S POVI roam through the quaint streets of Wickenburg, Arizona, absorbing the atmosphere. This town is far from the towering skyscrapers and relentless pace of New York City, yet it carries its own charm. The sun shines brightly, casting a golden hue on everything it touches, and the air is crisp, laced with a faint scent of desert blooms. There’s a sense of timelessness here, like life moves at its own unhurried rhythm, unaffected by the outside world.The people are friendly, though not overly familiar. They smile as I pass by, tipping their hats or nodding in acknowledgement, but they don’t pry. Everyone seems to have their routine—shop owners chatting with customers, ranchers discussing livestock, and tourists snapping pictures of the town’s old Western buildings. It’s a simple life, a far cry from the chaos I left behind, but there’s something grounding about it.I stop by a small café, a local favorite judging by the crowd, and pull out my phone. Ethan’s face stares back at

LYDIA’S POVI can’t believe it. Aria—of all people—is here, in this town. The same woman who, alongside Ethan, destroyed everything for me. My engagement party, my future with a wealthy and powerful man, was obliterated in a single night because of them. I remember that night so vividly, it still makes my blood boil.I was at the height of my game, about to secure a life of luxury by marrying my ex-fiancé, a man who believed I was pregnant with his child. I had played my cards perfectly—or so I thought. Ethan, my ex, and his little sidekick, Aria, showed up to the party, and before I knew it, the entire charade was exposed. They humiliated me in front of everyone, revealing my lies about the pregnancy.“Fucking bitch! Show me your face again and see what I do to you.”My ex-fiancé was livid, of course. He couldn’t get rid of me fast enough. I’ll never forget the look on his face as he threatened me, telling me that if I ever dared to show my face again, he would make me regret it. I w

ARIA’S POVMy stomach churns with hunger, but the idea of stepping away from my spot, even for a moment, feels out of the question. I’ve been sitting here, fixated on the house, watching every movement behind those walls. It’s like Lydia and Ethan are carrying on with their perfect little life, while I’m stuck out here, trying to figure out what to do next.I have moved too far now to catch their conversation clearly, and their voices aren’t as loud as they were before. On top of that, before they notice me, I have to make sure I keep my distance.The sight of them earlier, packing boxes, moving around like they’re planning to skip town, is enough to make my blood boil. I can’t let that happen.I need to eat, I need to think, but there’s no way I can leave the area, not even for a second. They could take off, and I’d have no idea where they would go. If I lose track of them, it could be the last time I ever see Ethan. The thought alone makes my heart race.Then, I spot a kid in the di