All Chapters of MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

The following day, I asked William if I could tag along to this business appointment and I was glad that he actually told me he was really planning to bring me along. For a moment, I just wanted to have a breather while I was in Anacortes gearing up before the first hearing against Wilma begins next month. It’ll be in almost a week from now so the tension was just growing as each day passess by.And when the morning arrived with a crispness in the air that seemed to carry the promise of something new. William had had me to accompany him on this business appointment he had, and though he’d kept the details vague, I was looking forward to the day. As I sipped my morning coffee, I glanced at William, who was checking some documents at the table. His focus was admirable, and I couldn’t help but admire how driven he was. “Are you going to keep me guessing all day, or will you finally tell me where we’re going?” I asked, a teasing smile on my face. “You’ll find out soon enough,” he r

“Now all of my ingredients are here, so time for me to bake this quick.” I uttered while putting my hands to begin my preparation.It was a quiet, sunlit morning in the kitchen when I decided to bake cookies for Grandma. The house was still, save for the faint hum of birds chirping outside and the occasional creak of the wooden floors beneath my feet. It had been too long since I’d last brought her something personal, and I wanted to make these cookies extra special. I pulled out flour, sugar, chocolate chips, and vanilla extract from the pantry, carefully arranging them on the counter. Baking wasn’t exactly my forte, but I was determined to give it my best shot. Grandma had always loved the cookies I’d brought her from that little bakeshop near my place in Vancouver. She would light up, her eyes twinkling as she savored the sweetness, thanking me for thinking of her. Today, I wanted to see that same joy in her eyes—but this time, it would come from something I made myself. As

The sound of my phone buzzing relentlessly broke the peaceful morning. I groggily reached for it on the bedside table, but the moment I saw Jack’s name flash on the screen, I knew something wasn’t right."Hey Jack, what’s up this early in the morning?" I answered, sitting up and brushing my hair from my face."Margarette," Jack’s tone was sharp and urgent, "I’ve got news, and it’s not good.""What’s going on?" I asked, my chest tightening."Wilma just filed for a temporary restraining order against you," he said, and my breath hitched. "She’s claiming that you’re a threat to Madam Victoria and intend to harm her because of your past issues with them. You’re not allowed to see the Madam Victoria for the next twenty days.""What? I promised to come and see Grandma after the hearing next week. I can’t be blocked away like that!" I shouted, the words barely registering. "That’s absurd! I know Wilma’s doing this to keep me from seeing Grandma. She’s twisting everything!"Jack sighed on the

The days leading up to the preliminary hearing were a whirlwind of preparation and tension. I spent most of my time reviewing documents, discussing strategies with Jack, and making sure Regina felt secure in her decision to testify. Each day felt like a new hurdle, but I was determined to see this through.This morning, however, started on a particularly nerve-wracking note. I had just finished my breakfast when my phone buzzed with a call from Regina."Good morning, Regina," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady despite the knot of anxiety in my chest."Morning, Margarette," she said, her tone hesitant. "I wanted to talk to you about something before I meet with Jack later today.""Sure," I replied, immediately concerned. "Is everything okay?"Regina sighed, and I could sense her unease. "I’m still committed to helping you, but I had an... encounter with someone close to Wilma yesterday."My stomach dropped. "Who?""One of her so-called hired people," she said. "They cornered me

There was a soft humming woke me early, a gentle tune drifting from the kitchen. At first, I thought I was dreaming. It had been years since I’d heard someone hum in the mornings—a sound that spoke of comfort, warmth, and routine. I rubbed my eyes and pushed off the blankets, hurrying downstairs.As I approached the kitchen, I froze. Grandma Victoria stood by the counter, organizing jars of spices with a tea towel slung over her shoulder. She looked so at home, so natural, that for a moment I forgot the battles we had fought to bring her here.“Good morning, Grandma,” I greeted, stepping carefully into the room.She turned, startled for a moment before her face softened into a smile. “Oh, my, dear. Good morning. I didn’t mean to wake you.”“You didn’t,” I reassured her, moving to her side. “I just wasn’t expecting to see you up so early.”“I thought I’d make myself useful,” she said, her hands delicately rearranging a jar of cinnamon. “This place is lovely, but I need to keep busy, yo