All Chapters of Let my billionaire ex-husband fall for me: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Aria's POV.I stepped out of class, Josh and Christie never left my side.My head was lowered as hateful whispers and biting comments buzzed around me like angry bees. My fingers clenched the straps of my backpack tightly, my knuckles white as I tried to ignore the venomous words hurled in my direction.“Disgusting.”“How could she?”“I can’t even look at her.”My chest felt heavy, and each step felt like wading through quicksand. The air seemed colder, harsher, as if even it turned against me. I kept my eyes fixed on the ground, praying I could make it to the parking lot without another confrontation.But then I saw him.Jeremy.He stood at the far end of the hallway, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw tight. His brown eyes, usually warm and inviting, now burned with a mix of betrayal and fury. He didn’t need to say a word; his expression alone was enough to stop me in my tracks. My breath hitched, and I swallowed hard, bracing myself for what was coming."We will give you a moment t

Aria's POV.The air was thick with tension as I stood with my friends one last time. Christie, and Josh. Christie clinged tightly onto my arm as though if she let go, I'll vanish into the thin air and she won't see me again.“You’ll text us, right?” her voice cracked as she asked, her hands still gripping my arms tightly.I forced a nod, my throat tightening. “I will,” I whispered, though the lump in my throat made speaking almost impossible. “I promise.”Josh's eyes were red-rimmed as he tried to put on a brave face. “It’s only two weeks,” he said, his voice trembling. “When you come back, this whole thing will be old news. People will have moved on.”“Yeah,” Christie added, though her wavering smile betrayed her uncertainty. “You’re stronger than all of this, Aria. Don’t let them win.”I stared at my friends, my heart aching with sorrow. They didn’t deserve to be dragged into this mess, yet here they were, standing by my side despite everything. I hugged them one by one, holding on

Aria's POV.I laid lifelessly on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. I could tell my eyes has gotten swollen and red from crying, but no matter how much I tried, the tears wouldn’t stop threatening to spill over again. I curled up tightly under my blanket, trying to block out the whirlwind of emotions threatening to consume mr. It's the second day of my suspension and it felt like it had already lasted a lifetime, and the thought of enduring this for two weeks was unbearable.The silence in the house was oppressive, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioning. I have been replaying every moment of the ordeal in my mind, trying to understand how things had spiraled so far out of control. I wanted so desperately for things to go back to how they were, to have my parents' love and trust again, and for the world to stop feeling like it was closing in on me. Each time I thought I had run out of tears, a fresh wave of sorrow would crash over me, leaving me sobbing into my pill

Aria's POV.I didn’t think. I just ran.My feet slammed against the cold floor of the hallway as I hurtled down the stairs, my heart racing, pounding in chaotic rhythm. It was as though my entire body was trying to escape the terror and helplessness that consumed me, trying to outrun the suffocating fear that had taken over my mind. My thoughts were a blur, a haze of desperate urgency, but they all had one single, overpowering focus: Ryan.I had to find him. I had to stop him.I absolutely don't know where he is or where to find him but one thing was sure, I will get him back.The words from his confession echoed in my head, over and over again: “I’m leaving. I’ll disappear.”No. He couldn’t. He couldn’t just leave me. Not after everything. Not after the bond we shared, the love, the years of quiet, stolen moments that had built up between us. Ryan was my everything. He was my protector, my constant, the one person who had never looked at me with judgment, never turned his back on me,

Aria's POV.The days dragged on, each one stretching endlessly without Ryan. The grief was a living thing, wrapping around me, suffocating me. I missed him in ways that words could never capture. It wasn’t just his presence; it was the way he made me feel, the way he could make even the worst moments bearable. Now, everything was unbearable.I hadn’t left my room much, only stepping out when my body physically forced me to. I barely ate. I barely slept. When I did sleep, it was restless, haunted by dreams of Ryan... his voice, his touch, his warmth. Only to wake up to the cruel reality that he was gone.Christie and Josh had been my lifeline, visiting almost daily. They would knock, call my name softly, and even if I didn’t answer, they would sit outside my door for hours, talking about everything and nothing at all. I didn’t deserve them, but I needed them. Even if I could barely acknowledge it.It was a week of my suspension today, after spending hours lying in bed, staring blankly