All Chapters of Goodbye, Ex-Husband, Next Please: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

LAURA'S POVA small smirk played on my lips as I read the message on my phone. “It’s done.” Two simple words, but they made my body relax. Finally, that loose end had been taken care of. Sandra Miller was dead. I had no interest in killing her but when someone became a threat, they had to be removed. It was just common sense. If she had done her job and disappeared, she would still be breathing. But no, she had been caught, and I couldn’t risk her opening that stupid mouth of hers to expose me. So, I did what had to be done. I put my phone away, my fingers tightened around it for a moment. I had been worried when I first heard her identity had been discovered, but I should have known better. Riper never failed me. Riper had been my family’s loyal dog for years. My parents had trusted him with the dirtiest work, and he never asked questions. After they died, he had been handling their illegal businesses overseas. He only just returned, and I wasted no time putting him to

AVA’S POV Two days had passed since I was discharged from the hospital. The sterile walls of the hospital had been replaced by the sleek, modern interior of the second level of Alex’s penthouse, but no matter where I was, the ache in my heart followed. I sat by the window, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. The view was beautiful, but I couldn’t appreciate it. My mind was drowning in thoughts I wished I could escape. Alex had insisted I stay here, refusing to take no for an answer. He had seen the state I was in, how fragile I had become, and he wasn’t going to let me be alone. He assigned a bodyguard to keep an eye on me, making it clear that I wasn’t safe anymore. Not after everything that had happened at the hospital. Sally had moved in too, refusing to leave my side. She had always been my rock, the one person I could count on no matter what. But even with her presence, the loneliness in my heart didn’t fade. I hugged my knees to my chest, exhaling a slow b

AVA’S POV The cold evening air brushed against my skin as I stepped out of the restaurant, my bodyguard trailing behind me. The place had been empty except for Jason, me, and my bodyguard. Alex had booked the whole restaurant for my safety, and while I understood why, it still made me uneasy. Everything felt different now. Ever since the poisoning incident, I had to watch my back constantly. Every time I stepped outside, I wondered if Laura was planning something else, waiting for the right moment to strike again. My life didn’t feel like my own anymore. It felt like I was just surviving, not living. I took a deep breath and walked toward the black Mercedes-Maybach car parked near the entrance. The city lights reflected on the sleek surface, making it glow under the night sky. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Alex sitting in the driver’s seat, waiting. His eyes met mine immediately, scanning me carefully as if searching for any signs of distress. “You okay?” he asked as I s

AVA'S POV (THREE YEARS LATER) The sounds of the busy Paris streets floated into the apartment through the open balcony doors. Somewhere below, people were laughing, probably enjoying their evening. The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden light over everything. It made the whole city look like something out of a painting. I stood by the window, holding a cup of tea, letting the warmth of it seep into my hands. My eyes rested on the Eiffel Tower in the distance, its lights just starting to twinkle as the sky darkened. It had been three years since I left everything behind – my past, my pain, and the life that once felt like a never-ending nightmare. Paris had given me a second chance. At first, I had worked for Alex, helping him with his investments while learning the ropes of the business world. But after a year, I stepped out on my own and built something from scratch – Avaris Luxe Holdings, a luxury brand that had quickly expanded across Europe and Asia. It was my pas

LAURA’S POV The door clicked shut, and I moved to the window, watching as Jason guided Mason toward the car. He bounced excitedly, gripping his backpack straps, while Jason followed behind calm and composed as ever. I knew Mason was excited to go to school with Jason. I had to lie to Jason that he was bullied at school because of not having a father figure so that Jason would take him. I gritted my teeth. This should have been a perfect picture – Jason taking Mason to school while I, his fiancée, watched from the window, feeling loved and secure. But it wasn’t. Because no matter what I did, Jason never looked at me the way I wanted. I pulled my robe tighter around me, the silky fabric cool against my skin. I had worn it for him this morning, hoping, praying that for once, his eyes would linger. That he’d want me. But of course, he didn’t just like always for the past three damn years. He barely spared me a glance, as if I were just a man wearing silk lingerie. I turned away