All Chapters of The CEO’s Ex-wife Returns : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 72Lucas’s PovI woke with a yawn so loud and unrestrained, it echoed off the walls. My body ached, the weight of everything I’d been carrying settling into my bones. Blinking against the morning light, I turned to see Lisa sleeping beside me, her hair splayed out on the pillow, lips slightly parted. A part of me wanted to reach out, to hold her close, but before I could, her eyes fluttered open, and she pulled away just as my hand brushed her arm.Her expression hardened as she looked up at me, something raw and unforgiving glinting in her eyes. “You promised me, Lucas,” she said, her voice low but steady. “You promised me marriage. But instead, you’re sneaking off to see Sienna. Tell me, am I just supposed to sit here and wait while you figure out whatever mess you’ve dragged her back into?”I took a deep breath, trying to absorb her words. The truth was, Lisa’s outburst didn’t come as a complete surprise, but hearing her say it aloud forced me to confront the promises I’d m

Chapter 74Lucas’s POVSienna was lying, I could see it in the way her jaw tightened, the way her eyes flickered when I questioned her. She was hiding something, and I wasn’t about to let it go. My frustration surged, twisting into anger as I reached forward, my hand closing in on her phone. Maybe if I saw it for myself, I’d finally have the proof I needed.“Sienna,” I growled, my fingers inching toward her hand. “If you’re not behind this, then you shouldn’t have anything to hide.”“Lucas, don’t,” she warned, pulling back, her voice sharp and unyielding. “You have no right to…..”Before she could finish, my hand shot forward, grabbing the phone. But before I could even begin to pull it away, a shadow blurred in my peripheral vision. Suddenly, a fist collided with my face, hard and fast, sending a jolt of pain through my skull. The impact was like a hammer, knocking the breath out of me as my legs gave way.I staggered, the room spinning as I tried to steady myself, but my balance sli

Chapter 76Ryan’s POVI knew it was reckless, ignoring my manager’s warning. “Stay focused, Ryan. We’ve got too much on the line,” he’d told me. But I couldn’t focus, not when all I could think about was Sienna. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face, heard her laughter. It had been days since our last conversation, and each day had stretched painfully long, my concentration fraying more with every minute. I had to see her, and had to hear her voice again.Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my keys and left, ignoring my manager’s calls as I headed out. The city streets passed in a blur as I searched for her, checking the usual spots where I knew she might be.After a while, I found myself near the park where we’d met once before. My heart leapt when I saw her in the distance, but something was wrong. She was with a man, and from the look of it, it wasn’t a friendly encounter. The man had his hand on her arm, gripping it tightly as he leaned in, his face inches from he

Chapter 78Sienna’s POVThe decision to stay in Paris wasn’t one I’d planned, but after everything with Lucas, the pressure from Lisa, and the constant uncertainty, I knew I needed to make a change. Somewhere away from the memories that had been haunting me.So, when I found a small apartment nestled in a quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of the city, I took it as a sign. Daphne and I could start fresh here, away from the noise, away from everything that had been weighing us down.After a few days of searching and paperwork, we packed our things and left the hotel. Daphne was practically bouncing with excitement, her small suitcase trailing behind her as we made our way to our new home. She’d been talking non-stop about the “big move,” her eyes wide with wonder as I unlocked the door and we stepped inside.The apartment was cozy, with tall windows that let in the morning light, casting a warm glow over the wooden floors. It was a modest space, a living room, a tiny kitchen, and two

Chapter 80Sienna's PovThe morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, casting a soft glow over the cozy apartment. I was halfway through making breakfast for Daphne and me when another knock sounded at the door. Thinking it might be Camille or Adrian, I brushed my hands on a dish towel and went to open it.Standing there was a man I hadn’t seen before, though he seemed vaguely familiar. He was a bit older, perhaps in his early fifties, with streaks of silver in his dark hair and a warm, friendly expression that put me at ease.He wore a well-tailored jacket, casual yet elegant, and his posture was relaxed, though he held himself with a quiet dignity. Despite his age, he had a youthful glint in his eye, a spark that made him look very much in his prime.“Bonjour, mademoiselle,” he greeted, his accent rolling smoothly off his tongue. “I hope I’m not intruding. I wanted to introduce myself properly.”“Not at all,” I replied, smiling as I held the door open. “Please, come in.”