All Chapters of The Billionaire's Confession: Love after Divorce: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sarah pov I secretly tracked my husband Donovan's whereabouts after he left home early as if he had a business meeting with his employees. He had mentioned this during our late-night conversation. My heart sank when he brought up visiting the office the next day to discuss something with his team. It had been months since he had such a significant idea. The next morning, his cheerful demeanor raised my suspicions; something felt off, and I wasn't going to ignore it. As soon as he drove off in his red Camry TRD, I decided to follow him. Perhaps he needed an escort; who knows? I drove slowly to avoid drawing attention. I thought to myself that Princess always knew how to handle things as I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my eyes fixed on his car. Suddenly, I realized he was heading to Lana's office again. I parked a meter away, ensuring I had a clear view. I waited for him to step out of his car, not for any particular reason, but to understand why he was there. My jaw dropped

Lana pov I gasped, my hands flying to my cheeks in disbelief when Caroline suddenly leaped in front of Sarah and slapped her right across the face. “Are you out of your mind? How could you even think about slapping Mrs. Lana? Have you completely lost it?” She growled, fury radiating from her. Honestly, I was shocked—sure, I didn’t expect her to slap me, but I thought she’d at least drag Bryan away. My heart was racing, imagining the worst possible outcomes. Should I step in or let Caroline have her moment of glory? My face flushed as she prepared to swing at Caroline, but we both caught her hand mid-air. Caroline’s expression was priceless, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What… h-h-how could you?” she stammered, and I jumped in to finish her thought. “What’s the meaning of this? Sweetheart, you started this whole mess! How dare you raise your hand at me? Don’t you have any respect for someone with my level of dignity?” I shot back, releasing her hand and taking a step back.

Anonymous pov I refuse to put her on a pedestal; it's obvious that Caroline prefers chaos over a peaceful life in the city. “Alex, you had one simple job, and you turned it into a disaster with your lazy antics, leaving us with a day full of confusion and disappointment.” “Hey, grab his hands! He needs to stay put,” I commanded, my voice booming with fury, every word dripping with the intensity of my frustration. How could he trade my happiness for his petty revenge? I've been after Caroline for ages, and now he shows up whining about some ridiculous woman named Lana trying to mess with my plans. “Alex, spill it! Where's Caroline?” I stepped closer, watching him squirm against the grip holding him back. “Let me go! I’m not holding Caroline, that witch” he spat out, and my fist tightened as I landed a solid punch on his cheek. “How dare you!” I rubbed my knuckles and hit him again, watching as blood trickled from his lips. Alex's eyes were wide with agony as he stumbled ba

Sarah pov So there I was, downstairs, totally lost in my fun time with Bryan when the doorbell decided to crash our party. Bryan paused his giggles and shot me a look. "Mom, someone’s at the door," he said, eyes glued to the entrance. I frowned and let out a loud hiss, not that I was expecting any visitors. "Come on, let’s focus on our fun! Let them keep knocking; I’m not waiting for anyone..." But before I could finish my thought, the knocking got louder, practically screaming for attention. "Who's there?" I called out, trying to keep my cool as I released Bryan's leg and strolled toward the door. Bryan piped up, "Mom, you look all serious! Smile! It could be someone you know!" I managed a smile back, but honestly, surprise visits are not my jam, especially from that annoying Lana. As I reached the door, I silently growled, then swung it open, my jaw dropping at the sight before me. It was rare and downright creepy. "Betty?" "Sarah? Babygirl, stop acting like a scaredy-cat a

Sarah pov. Whoa there! Bryan better keep Lana's name out of this crazy lady's mouth! I thought as I scooped up my little guy like he was a precious treasure. He shot me a look, his brows all scrunched up. "Mom, I'm not a baby anymore! I'm six! You need to carry me like a pro," he said in a low voice, clearly trying to throw some sass my way. I couldn't help but chuckle, my eyes darting to Betty, who looked utterly baffled. But who cares? I’d go to the ends of the earth to protect my family—even if it meant taking out this chatterbox! I thought as I hugged my kiddo tight. "Sarah, that kid seems to have something on his mind. Does he know Lana?" she asked, and Donovan shot me a look, scoffed, and strutted off, leaving me to deal with the drama queen solo. "Not your concern, Betty," I shot back, leaving her to stew in her thoughts. I trudged upstairs with Bryan, letting out a heavy sigh. As we reached his room, I glanced out at the balcony, my ears picking up some ruckus from below.