All Chapters of Chasing Back My Stunning Ex-Wife: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall. My heart felt like it was being squeezed, and I could not breathe right. Ethan’s words never left my mind even for a second. I was stressed and now. All I could think of was Ethan going to Japan alone.It was my fear. But can he actually think of that?After everything we had been through to settle here, to build something stable for Andrew? And me? And us?I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to make sense of it all. I didn’t want to be angry, but I could not help it. How could he think that money, no matter how much, was worth tearing our family apart? I knew Ethan was ambitious. He had always been but this felt different. It felt like he was willing to leave us behind for an attractive opportunity used to lure him in. One thing I could not quite understand was his sudden interest in that. We were far from being poor so it was disgusting that he still wanted more. I sighed heavily, reaching for my phone on the bedsi

Reina I stayed on the couch for what felt like hours, replaying Ethan’s words in my head. He was leaving. For Japan. For money. For his dream. And there was nothing I could do to stop him.My thoughts were a tangled mess of anger, sadness, and confusion. Part of me wanted to scream at him, to demand he choose us over that job. But another part of me was too tired, too broken. I was exhausted from trying to hold us together.I heard Ethan moving around upstairs again, the sound of him zipping up his suitcase making my heart clench. It was really happening. He was leaving and that was it. Just as I was about to get up and confront him again, my phone buzzed on the coffee table.I wiped my face with the sleeve of my sweater and reached for it, hoping it was not some random notification that would only make things worse.When I saw Leonard’s name flash on the screen, my stomach dropped.I had not spoken to Leonard since our last encounter at the mall. Ethan had been so adamant about

I was yet to believe that all that Leonard told me was true. But, I had another thing ahead of me. I woke up early and the housekeeper dressed Andrew for school. I had to go drop him off and I didn't leave him without planting a kiss on his cheek. Ethan was out of the picture in my life now. We have refused to speak to each other and I had decided not to dwell on it. Instead, I threw myself into work. Today was about to get interesting for me. I had an important presentation for a potential client. I was nervous but as usual, I trusted myself. We started work immediately at the fashion house, preparing designs and work. “Reina, over here!” Kayla called, motioning me to her office. I hurried over, clutching my portfolio tightly. “Good morning, Kayla.” “Morning. Are you ready for the pitch?” “As ready as I will ever be.” I tried to sound confident, but my hands were clammy. Kayla placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “You have got this. The client is very picky and

Reina I had gone back to my workaholic side as I was patiently waiting for Bruce to come up with any information about Helen. In a week's time, I was going to show her the updated design that she wanted. And for her dinner? I changed my mind from attending her dinner. I just was not feeling it. I didn't get anything from her, no text and no call. She was either cool with it or not. The day passed slowly and I was at home, working endlessly on the design. The house was very quiet without Ethan and Andrew was at school. I tried to wrap up my work for the day earlier than usual. Yet, I felt restless, like something was crawling under my skin. I stood by the kitchen sink, staring out the window. The sunlight shone aggressively on the leaves outside the house but it didn’t make me feel cheerful or any better. I thought of Ethan who had long boarded the plane to his destination, now he was flying somewhere far away. Why didn’t I stop him? My phone buzzed on the counter, pulling

EthanThe room was dimly lit and the heavy curtains blocked out the harsh sun that dared remind me of how far I had fallen. I was lying straight on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling with an empty whiskey glass on the nightstand.My phone buzzed, breaking through the thick haze of self-pity that had settled over me.I was tired of living. I was feeling depressed and I didn't know how to handle myself. I ignored it at first, letting it vibrate into the mattress. Probably just work. Another email about something I could not bring myself to care about right now. But the buzzing of my phone didn’t stop. Reluctantly, I reached over and grabbed the phone, squinting at the screen.It was Carl.The name flashed brightly and I remembered the man I had met a few days after arriving in this foreign city. Carl did good to me. He was everything I was not at the moment. He was charismatic, carefree, and far too persuasive for his own good.With a groan, I swiped to answer. “What do you want