All Chapters of MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

About a few weeks later…It had been weeks since I last faced her, but the thought of her icy glare still sent chills down my spine. Today was no different. When she entered the courtroom, dressed sharply in a tailored black suit, her eyes locked onto mine like a predator sizing up its prey.The courthouse had a way of feeling colder than it should, even on a warm day. The air conditioning hummed softly, the scent of polished wood and faintly lingering coffee hanging in the air. I sat at the plaintiff's table, trying to focus on my breathing while the memories of past encounters with Wilma gnawed at the edges of my confidence.I swallowed hard and glanced at William, sitting beside me. He must have sensed my unease because he reached over and gave my hand a warm squeeze. His touch was steadying, like an anchor pulling me back from the storm raging in my mind.“You’ve got this,” William murmured, his voice low and soothing. “She’s all smoke and mirrors. The truth is on your side.”I n

A soft drizzle tapped against the windows as I sat at my desk, reviewing the stack of documents Jack had sent over. Each page detailed Wilma’s transgressions: forged signatures, shady transactions, and records of her exploiting even Grandma’s properties. Seeing her betrayal in black and white only stoked the fire within me. This wasn’t just about getting back what was rightfully mine—it was about justice for my family.Still, the weight of it all felt immense. My chest tightened as I thought about the upcoming hearing. Would Wilma slither her way out of this, as she had so many times before? I shook my head, pushing the thought away. I needed to focus on what I could control.The ringing of my phone broke my concentration. Picking it up, I saw it was William.“Hey,” I answered, my voice soft.“Just checking in,” he said, his tone warm and steady. “How’s the prep going?”“As well as it can,” I admitted. “I’m combing through everything Jack sent over. Honestly, it’s hard not to get ang

The air in my home felt different that evening—lighter, warmer, alive with the sound of laughter and conversation. It was a small celebration, nothing grand or extravagant, just those closest to me, the people who had been my steadfast pillars throughout the grueling journey to reclaim what was rightfully mine.The dining table was set with simple yet delicious dishes: roasted chicken seasoned with rosemary and garlic, creamy mashed potatoes, sautéed vegetables, and a rich chocolate cake for dessert. It wasn’t about the food but the company and the significance of the moment."To justice finally being served," William said, raising his glass of sparkling cider. His smile was genuine and proud, a rare sight that made my heart swell with gratitude.“To Margarette,” Jack echoed, raising his glass with a soft smile.I raised mine too, the warmth of their words filling my chest. “To all of us. I wouldn’t have made it here without each of you.”The sound of glasses clinking filled the room,

Work had become an intricate dance, a delicate balance between asserting my authority and navigating the complex personalities that surrounded me. Every day brought new challenges, and every day I reminded myself why I fought so hard for this. This wasn’t just a job; it was my legacy, my family’s name.It was mid-morning, and the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor echoed through the quiet halls of the resort’s executive wing. I had a meeting with the marketing team to finalize plans for an upcoming VIP gala. As I turned a corner, William emerged from his office, falling into step beside me with his usual easy confidence.“Ready for the meeting?” he asked, glancing at the tablet in his hand.“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied. “How’s the pitch looking?”“Solid,” he said with a small smile. “Though I’m sure you’ll find something to tweak.”I chuckled softly. “You know me too well.”The meeting was productive, though not without its share of heated debates. By the tim

The final day before the gala arrived like a tidal wave, crashing down with a mix of anticipation and chaos. I was in my office at sunrise, staring out the window at the bustling resort below. Everything seemed to be running smoothly—too smoothly, perhaps. My gut told me something would go wrong.I didn't have to wait long."Margarette!" William burst into my office, his face pale and tense. "We have a problem."My stomach dropped. "What is it?""The entertainment for tomorrow night," he said, running a hand through his hair. "The lead performer called in sick. He’s out with severe laryngitis, and his backup has a prior engagement."I froze, trying to process the information. The performers were a centerpiece of the gala, a major draw for our VIP guests. Without them, the event would lose much of its luster."How did this happen?" I asked, my voice sharp with frustration."I don’t know," William admitted, looking genuinely distraught. "But we need to figure something out—fast."Before