All Chapters of Secret Billionaire Divorcee: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Caroline’s Point of ViewThe night feels heavy as I sit in my living room, scrolling through my phone, hoping for some distraction from the gnawing unease Lisa left behind earlier.I try to focus on the bright images on my screen, scrolling aimlessly through social media, watching posts and updates that mean nothing. They’re a distraction, yes, but the unease in my gut refuses to fade. The events of the day swirl in my mind—Lisa’s unsettling behavior, her hurried exit from the studio without any explanation, the way she seemed to be avoiding eye contact. All of it points to something. Something I can’t quite grasp, but I feel it in my bones.I take a deep breath, setting my phone down on the coffee table. Maybe I’m overthinking it. Lisa has been with me for years, and while she’s been acting strange lately, it’s hard to believe she’d betray me like that. She’s always been a close friend, more than just

Caroline’s Point of ViewI stand frozen at Dolly’s door, my breath shallow and uneven. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, thumping louder with each passing second. I should’ve expected this, but part of me is still caught off guard. I’ve prepared myself for this confrontation, but nothing could truly prepare me for the reality of what I’m about to face.When I knock, the sound echoes sharply down the hall, breaking the silence that has consumed me. A moment later, Dolly’s voice calls out from inside, almost too casual.“Come in.”I push the door open, stepping into her room. But before I can get too far, Dolly’s eyes widen in apparent surprise. She’s sitting at her desk, but the calm demeanor she usually wears falters just for a second. She’s taken off guard, I can tell. But she quickly recovers, putting on a smile as if she’s done nothing wrong.“What’s this about

Caroline’s Point of ViewPenelope returns not long after Knoxx storms out, her face a mask of barely contained fury. She sets her purse down on the chair and crosses her arms tightly over her chest, staring at me with a mix of anger and concern.“I can’t believe him,” she hisses, her voice shaking. “I cannot believe that man. What did he say to you?”I shake my head, my throat tight, the lump in it making it impossible to speak. Tears I’ve been holding back spill over, and I cover my face with my hands, sobbing quietly.“That bad, huh?” Penelope mutters, pulling a tissue from her bag and handing it to me. “I don’t need to hear it. I already know. He’s a grade-A idiot. Always has been.” She sits down beside me, her voice softening slightly. “But you need to tell me what happened, Caroline. I need to know exactly what he said.”I wipe my face, trying to find my voice. “He... he said when I fell down, I took Dolly with me. That I’m lying. He said... he doesn’t believe me, Penelope. He th

Caroline’s Point of ViewThe ride back to the house is silent. Penelope grips the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turn white. The tension in the air is heavy, suffocating. I know she’s furious—for me, for everything I’ve been through—but she keeps it bottled up, swallowing her words.I should feel angry too. I should be livid, screaming, demanding answers for everything that’s happened to me. But I feel nothing. Not sadness, not relief, not even pain. Just an empty, hollow void stretching inside me, swallowing up every emotion I used to have.The house looms ahead as we pull into the driveway, dark and quiet. It looks exactly the same as when I left, but something about it feels different. Or maybe I’m the one who’s changed.Penelope parks the car but doesn’t turn off the engine. She shifts in her seat, her sharp gaze locking onto me. “Are you sure about this?” Her voice is firm, steady, but I can hear the concern beneath it.I force myself to nod. “I need to do this.”She

Knoxx’s Point of View I search everywhere. Every street, every hotel, every place she might have gone. I call in favors, dig through every possible lead, but it’s like chasing a ghost. Every step I take, she’s already five steps ahead. Every door I knock on, it’s already closed. Every trace of her is gone, wiped clean as if she never existed. Caroline is gone. Not hiding. Not waiting for me to find her. She left. The weight of that realization presses down on my chest like a slow, crushing force, making it hard to breathe. At first, I refuse to believe it. It doesn’t make sense. She’s my wife. No matter how bad things got between us, no matter how many times she tried to walk away, she always stayed. She always stayed. She gave me cold shoulders, harsh words, and empty stares, but s