All Chapters of MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

I stood frozen in place, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses from the gala fading into a dull hum in my ears. My heart pounded so violently it felt as though it might leap out of my chest. Leon—no, it couldn't be. Yet there he was, mere steps away, brushing through the elegantly dressed crowd. His hair, once so familiar, was now styled neatly in a brushed-up look, and he wore a tailored tuxedo that clung perfectly to his broad shoulders. He looked different, sharper, yet so achingly the same.I felt my breath hitch as tears welled in my eyes. My body moved on its own, feet carrying me forward before my mind could catch up. My voice trembled as I whispered, “Leon…”He turned toward me, his dark eyes meeting mine. The shock hit me all over again, rendering me nearly speechless. His gaze didn’t carry the same warmth I remembered; it was steady, almost guarded.“Yes?” His voice was calm, neutral, and filled with polite curiosity.I couldn’t stop myself. Tears spilled down my cheeks

The phone rang twice before Aunt Lou’s warm voice came through the line.“Margarette, darling! What a surprise,” she said, her tone immediately soothing the storm that had been raging in my chest since last night.“Aunt Lou,” I began, my voice trembling despite my attempts to sound composed. “I need to talk to you.”There was a pause, and I could almost picture her setting down whatever she was doing to give me her full attention. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”I swallowed hard, staring out the window at the city skyline. “I saw him. I saw Leon.”The words hung in the air, heavy and surreal.“Margarette,” Aunt Lou said carefully, her voice laced with concern, “Leon is… you know that’s not possible.”“I know what I saw,” I insisted, my grip tightening on the phone. “He’s alive, Aunt Lou. He’s calling himself Richard Ledesma now, and he’s claiming he doesn’t know me. But it’s him—I’d stake my life on it.”There was a long silence on the other end before Aunt Lou spoke again, her voice soft

The dinner concluded without any more noticeable tension, but the unease in my chest lingered. I felt as though I was navigating a labyrinth, with Richard—or Leon—deliberately placing roadblocks at every turn. His calculated demeanor only fueled my determination to uncover the truth.The following day, Greg sent a cryptic text: I’ve found something. You’ll want to see this.We met in a secluded café downtown. Greg was seated at a corner table, his laptop open and his expression grim.“What is it?” I asked, sliding into the chair across from him.Greg turned the screen toward me. “I dug into Richard Ledesma’s background. His records only go back three years. Before that, it’s a dead end.”I frowned. “That doesn’t prove anything. People can start fresh.”Greg smirked, shaking his head. “I thought the same, but then I checked immigration records. He entered the country three years ago under the name Richard Ledesma—on the same day Leon Montefalco was declared dead.”My heart stopped. “W

The moment Richard walked into my house, the tension between us was palpable. I stood by the window, arms crossed, gazing out at the city lights, trying to calm the storm brewing inside me. His footsteps were deliberate, measured, as if he wasn’t sure whether to sit or stand."Margarette," he began softly, "we need to talk."I turned to face him, meeting his steady gaze. For a second, my heart betrayed me, skipping a beat at the sight of him—so familiar yet so distant. But the pain of his denial and rejection quickly replaced any warmth I felt."We've been talking," I said coldly. "And all you've been doing is denying who you are, Leon. Or should I say Richard?"He flinched slightly at the name, his jaw tightening. "I came here because I need you to stop," he said firmly. "You’re not just hurting yourself; you’re hurting me. And Sarah."At the mention of her name, a bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Sarah? Of course. Why wouldn’t she be the center of your world now? She’s the reason you’r

Guilt had a way of lingering, clinging to the edges of my thoughts like a shadow I couldn’t shake. Ever since my conversation with William yesterday, his words had played on a loop in my mind: “Sometimes, I wonder if I’m just a placeholder until you find what you’re really looking for.”I hated how true those words felt. William had always been there for me, patient and supportive, even when I was consumed by my search for answers about Leon—or Richard, as he now called himself. But in my quest for the truth, I’d been blind to the toll it had taken on the one person who stood by me unconditionally.Sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee growing cold in front of me, I decided I needed to make things right. I couldn’t erase the hurt I’d caused, but I could try to show William how much he meant to me.By late morning, I was on my way to William’s office. I’d packed a small box of his favorite pastries and coffee from the café he loved, hoping it would serve as a peace offering