All Chapters of No Longer Yours, Billionaire Ex-Husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SAM'S POV Daniel’s words still gnawed at the edges of my mind as I leaned back in my chair. Focus on your family.Just as my thoughts started spiraling out of control, and I was starting to think increasingly about calling Nora, my phone buzzed on the desk. Dad. I blew out a slow breath and answered. “Hey, Dad.” “Samuel,” came the steady, authoritative voice of William Bennett. He didn’t need to raise his voice to command attention. “I’m in town. On my way to the office.” The familiar weight of expectation settled on my shoulders, but I didn’t let it show. “Everything alright?” I asked, already knowing the answer. My father never just stopped by. “We’ll discuss it when I get there,” he replied shortly. “See you in twenty.” And just like that, he hung up. William Bennett didn’t waste words, and small talk was beneath him. He saw conversations the way he saw investments—efficient and to the point, with no room for excess. I loosened my tie, already bracing myself for w

SAM'S POV Isabella’s voice slid through the phone like silk. “Sam,” she said, drawing out my name as if she’d been waiting for me. I wasn’t in the mood for games. “I thought you took care of it,” I snapped, frustration bleeding through my tone. She let out a soft laugh, the kind that said she wasn’t bothered by my temper. “Oh, come on. You know things like this don’t happen overnight.” “I’m done with excuses, Isabella,” I growled. “I need it finished.” I was about to hang up when her voice shifted, casual but with a sharp edge. “By the way, I ran into Nora today.” My heart kicked in my chest, but I kept my tone steady. “What?” “At the dance studio,” she said smoothly. “Genevieve dragged her along. You should have seen her face when I put her on the spot. Poor thing looked like she wanted to disappear.” My pulse quickened, anger bubbling beneath the surface. “What the hell is wrong with you, Isabella?” “Oh, don’t be dramatic,” she said with a light laugh. “I was just hav

NORA'S POV The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. “I’ve found someone else.” Sam’s face stilled, his expression unreadable. For a moment, it looked like I had punched the air out of him. He blinked, as if trying to understand what I had just said. I didn’t dare move, every nerve in my body on edge. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. His hand dropped from mine slowly, reluctantly, like he was forcing himself to let go. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice rough. He looked down for a second, brushing a hand over his mouth. When he glanced back up, the sadness in his eyes hit me square in the chest. “Okay,” he repeated quietly, his lips pressing into a thin line. Without another word, he turned and left, the soft click of the door louder than it should’ve been. The moment the door shut, my knees buckled, and I crumbled to the floor, burying my face in my hands. Tears welled up, hot and fast, spilling down my cheeks before I could stop them. I hadn’t re

NORA'S POV The moment I landed in Paris, fatigue hit me hard. The elevator doors opened, and I dragged myself to the hotel room. As soon as I shut the door behind me, I kicked off my shoes and sank onto the bed. I closed my eyes, willing the nausea to pass. After a few minutes, I pulled out my phone to FaceTime Gen. It was late in Paris—time zones were still messing with my head—but back in New York, it would be early evening.Gen picked up almost immediately. “Finally! I was wondering when you’d call.” Her voice was bright, and her wild curls bounced as she adjusted her camera.I gave her a tired smile. “Yeah, well, the flight wasn’t exactly smooth. And thanks for letting Sam know where I was.”Gen winced, guilt flashing across her face. “I didn’t want to, but you know how he is. The guy blackmailed me, Nora! I swear, it wasn’t my fault.”“Yeah, yeah”, I said, rolling my eyes and she chuckled.Then she tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. “Hey… Is that the Eiffel Tower behind you?”

NORA’S POVI grabbed my trench coat and slipped it over my shoulders, feeling the familiar flutter of nerves twist in my stomach. It was my first real night out since arriving in Paris and it was with Daniel, and I wanted it to feel… normal. Or at least, as close to normal as life could be after everything. A new life, I reminded myself. A fresh start. I glanced at my phone lying on the bedside table, untouched. No new messages. No missed calls. Sam hadn’t tried to contact me, and that should’ve been a good thing. It was what I wanted—or at least what I told myself I wanted. But it didn’t stop the ache in my chest from spreading. I forced the thought away, focusing instead on how I was settling in. Giselle, my new boss, was a no-nonsense woman in her forties, with a sharp tongue and a sharper sense of style. French to the bone. She spent her days sourcing new artistic talent and making them feel like they owed her their souls. Dinner with Daniel felt… nice. Way easier than I thou