All Chapters of MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I was not entirely sure why Leon was suddenly sounding as though what he wanted to convey was something I was not ready to know. “I don’t know what exactly you mean by that but since you obviously found out about me eavesdropping then I don’t have any reason to hide it any longer.” I finally admitted that I actually become curious and tried to follow him.And as a result of that, I was wounded on my left heel instead. Sometimes my reckless decisions always puts me to danger and obviously, I really felt bad about it in the end.Although most of the time it often becomes too late for me to regret over my decisions. Even my aunt feels concern at some of my impulsive decisions.I could only just wish now that Leon wouldn't be furious at me now that he knows the truth. I mean, he was surprisingly aware of it by the way so the only thing that worries me now would be his next course of action towards me."How much of our conversation have you heard?" he asked, still his voice was calm that

The dim light of the room cast eerie shadows, accentuating the tension that hung between us. Leon's silence weighed heavily as he handed me the frame, his eyes a storm of conflicting emotions. My fingers trembled slightly as I grasped the wooden edges, bracing myself for whatever revelation lay within.“What’s your deal with the Montefalco’s and how do you know that I was connected with them?” I hurriedly asked him.Suddenly, my regret for accusing him earlier surged back and made me think that perhaps I was not wrong for doing that since he was giving me another reason to think negatively about him again.Leon just stood up simply after that and immediately took something from the cabinet nearby. When he returned to sit on the edge of the bed once more, Leon extended what seemed to be a frame towards my direction as if he was telling me to look at it.“What’s this for?” I asked, wondering what he meant by it.But Leon just continued to give me the frame instead. Since he didn’t even

I stumbled through the front door, my clothes clinging to her like a second skin, drenched from the torrential downpour. My hair hung in wet, tangled strands around my face, and my usually bright eyes were clouded with exhaustion and something else—something Aunt Lou recognized instantly as fear.My aunt was a stout woman with a kind heart and a no-nonsense attitude. She was in her mid-fifties, with hair pulled back into a tight bun and a pair of spectacles perched on her nose. Tonight, however, her usual composure was shattered. She stood in the foyer, her face pale, her hands trembling as she clutched the edge of the table for support."Margarette! Oh, thank heavens you're home!" Aunt Lou's voice was a mixture of relief and panic. She hurried forward, wrapping me in a tight embrace despite the soaking wet clothes. "Where have you been? The police... they were here... I was so worried!"My body trembled in my aunt's arms. Since I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and th

The sunlight filtered through the garden leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. I sat on the wrought-iron bench, its intricate design cold against my skin despite the warmth of the afternoon. The garden was a sanctuary, a place of tranquility amidst the chaos that had been my life for the past few years. As I stared at the blooming roses, my mind wandered back to the memories I wished I could erase.Justin Montefalco. The name alone stirred a whirlwind of emotions—anger, betrayal, sadness. Our marriage had been anything but a fairy tale. I had walked down the aisle with hope in my heart, believing that Justin and I were destined for a lifetime of happiness. But reality had a cruel way of shattering illusions.It started with the late nights. Justin would come home well past midnight, reeking of alcohol and cheap perfume. At first, I believed his excuses about late meetings and business deals. But then, there were the phone calls, hushed conversations that abruptly ended when I

I felt the cold night air brush against my skin as Leon and I walked out of Le Jardin. The evening had turned out far from what I expected. Our dinner, meant to be a quiet and important affair where we could possibly begin to talk about our plan for the lawsuit, was ruined by the sudden intrusion of my former mother-in-law. I couldn’t help but feel a lingering tension between us as we made our way down the cobblestone street, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the quiet night.“Margarette,” Leon’s voice cut through the silence. “My place is just nearby. It’s just one of the random condo I own nearby. Why don’t we head there so you can change out of that dress? It’s…well, it’s a bit stained.” He offered a tentative smile, his usual confidence slightly dampened by the events of the evening.I didn’t know that Leon was this rich. However, I just simply couldn’t take the offer right away.However, as I glanced down at the dark spot on my dress where wine had spilled earlier, it made m