All Chapters of Secret Billionaire Divorcee: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Caroline'sPoint of ViewAswraps up her act, her true intentions become crystal clear—this isn't just ashowcase of her design. She's showing off, each word, every calculated look myway, all the pauses filled with sickly sweet memories aimed at me to hear andgrasp why she's pulling this stunt. She's out to prove a point, to ensure Inotice her, that I listen to her take on the past, the one she's tweaked to fither own story.Shestill has not change. She is still the woman who seeks validation andattention. Still,despite her obvious attempt to get under my skin, I find myself unable to givea damn.Becausesomething way scarier, way more urgent, occupies every corner of my mind.If she ishere... it means Knoxx is here too.Thisthought hits me like a massive wave making my body freeze as fear twists in mygut. It's the only thing that makes sense. Dolly wouldn't show up here byherself. She wouldn't join this contest, in this country, unless she felt safe.And who else could g

Caroline’sPoint of View“Liamgot into fight. He started it. Please, come quickly as you can to know moreabout what happen.”I actfast. The call ends, and I snatch my purse and bolt out the door. My heartpounds in my ears. My hands quiver as I clutch the steering wheel pushing thegas pedal too hard.Liamgot into a fight.And hestarted it.Thesewords keep echoing in my head. I can't wrap my mind around it. My Liam—my sweetkind gentle boy—he wouldn't just strike someone without cause. Would he?Anawful thought sneaks into my mind one I want to ignore, but I can't help it.I saw hertoday.Andbecause of that, I thought of him.KnoxxWayne.My guttwists. I grip the steering wheel tighter. For years, I've tried to wipe himfrom my life, from my son's life. But now, he seems to seep back in taintingeverything.Knoxxwas brutal. Heartless. He used his power to dominate, to scare, to get his way.And Liam...No. No.I shake my head trying to push the idea away. Liam is nothing li

Caroline’sPoint of ViewThe carcruises down the quiet road. The engine's soft hum breaks the silence mixingwith occasional distant honks from the city. I peek at the rearview mirror. Myeyes land on Liam in his car seat. His small body rises and falls with eachbreath. His little hands rest close to his chest. His long eyelashes touch hischeeks making him look more peaceful asleep. The earlier stress - the anger,the crying, and the feelings he couldn't express - has faded and the tiredness isthe only remains.Iexhaled sinking deeper into the driver's seat as the day's events weighed onme. My thoughts kept returning to what happened at the kindergarten, but Icouldn't stop thinking about my talk with Lorenzo. The talk I never expectedto have with him.And thefact that he is Ethan's dad is all the surprise I needed today.Nevertheless,I never got to thank him for what he did few months ago. The chance never cameup, and even if it had, I'm not sure I'd have known what to say.

Adrian'sPoint of ViewWith myassistance, Caroline's bond with her dad is getting better—, but without adoubt. It's a tricky balance one I keep with careful attention, never lettingthem grow too distant but also not allowing them to make up without my input. Iact as the go-between, the rational voice, the stable influence that keeps itall together.And thecoolest thing? They're unaware of it.Carolinebelieves I'm doing this to help her, Liam, and “our” family. In some ways,she's right. But it goes beyond that. I feel a sense of accomplishment knowingtheir relationship would still be broken without me. Their bond would remaincut off by long-standing bitterness and carelessness. I'm not just repairingthings—I have control over them. As long as they both need me, I stay crucialto their lives.Carolinestill has doubts. She's not sure her father deserves another shot, and I getit. After all his actions, all the times he disappointed her, her caution makessense. She remembers

Caroline’sPoint of ViewWearrive at the restaurant with my heart still feeling hesitant and unsure. I amnot sure if I am ready to face him, after all the the she makes me feel I amnot enough and I can’t make it through. I sit acrossfrom my dad, and the silence between us feels heavier than I thought it would.The restaurant is quiet. We hear soft clinks of silverware and hushed talksfrom other tables, but to me, it feels like I can't breathe.Wehaven't eaten together in a long time—maybe too long.Helooks at me with his usual analytical stare, which always gives me the feelingof being assessed rather than just observed. Time hasn't mellowed him. Hispresence continues to command attention when he walks into a room. Yet rightnow, with nobody else around, he seems almost exposed. Almost."Whereis your son? Why haven't you allowed me to meet my grandson?" His tone issteady, but it has a sharpness that tells me this isn't mere interest—it's acharge.I letout a breath and pu