All Chapters of No Longer Yours, Billionaire Ex-Husband: Chapter 171 - Chapter 179

SAM'S POV The morning sunlight sliced through the blinds of my office, illuminating the tension that hung thick in the room. My legal team sat across from me, their faces etched with grim determination. The betrayal felt suffocating, wrapping around my chest like a vice. “So let me get this straight,” I said, my voice icy as I leaned back in my chair, gripping the armrests to steady my simmering rage. “Jacob and Jonathan are claiming I mismanaged funds?” “Yes,” replied Linda, our lead attorney, her tone cautious but firm. “They’re focusing on two key examples: the

SAM'S POV The morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the Bennett mansion’s study, casting a warm glow over the room. But the warmth did little to alleviate the chill that seemed to settle in my chest. Papers were scattered across my desk—financial reports, lawsuit documents, and notes on the proposed merger. It was all too much, a constant reminder of how fragile everything had become.My mother entered, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. She carried herself with her usual grace, but her expression was uncharacteristically tender. “You’re up early,” she said, setting a cup of tea on the desk in front of me.“Couldn’t sleep,” I muttered, leaning back in my chair. “Too much to think about.”She nodded, taking a seat across from me. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence was heavy, laden with things unsaid. Finally, Jacqueline broke it. “Sam, I need to apologize.”I looked up, startled. Jacqueline Bennett was many things, but apologetic wasn’t o

 SAM'S POV  The street was eerily quiet as I stepped out of my car and walked towards Jonathan’s bungalow. He didn't seem surprised to see me but sat casually, leaning back in a chair, as though he hadn’t just torn the fabric of our family apart.   “Oddly, I was expecting you, Samuel,” Jonathan said, his tone mocking.   I clenched my fists at my sides. “You embezzled funds, Jonathan. You betrayed your family.” 

NORA'S POV The morning sunlight filtered through the grand windows of the Bennett library, illuminating the tension etched into every face around the table. I sat beside Sam, our shoulders barely touching, but the tension between us palpable. Genevieve leaned forward, elbows on the table, her fiery red hair contrasting with the dark wood of the desk. Alaric Laurent, effortlessly poised and self-assured, tapped his pen rhythmically against the table. “Elias Roosevelt is playing a dangerous game,”

NORA'S POVThe mansion felt unusually cold, even though it had stopped raining a while ago. As I stepped into the sitting room with Sam, tension crackled in the air like static. The entire Bennett clan—or what was left of it—had been summoned. Sam had insisted on an emergency meeting, and judging by the faces around the room, everyone knew the stakes were high.Aunt Angelina, dignified as ever, sat at the head of the room. Her sharp eyes scanned the gathering, already assessing the chaos before a word was spoken. Her daughter, a quiet woman in her early thirties, sat beside her, fiddling nervously with the edge of her sleeve.Across the room, Aunt Marion perched on the armrest of a chair, Jonathan standing protectively behind her. His smug expression made my stomach churn. Uncle Thomas sat alone, his shoulders slumped but his eyes defiant. Richard was flanked by his parents, his mother looking visibly weary, while Michael’s father sat stiffly, flanked by his wife and two daughters, bo