All Chapters of No Longer Yours, Billionaire Ex-Husband: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SAM'S POVThe memory of Daniel standing in my doorway, talking to mywife like he had a place here, like he belonged, gnawed at me. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. Daniel wasn’t just some nuisance circling Nora because he felt sorry for her; he was circling because he knew she wasn’t mine anymore. Legally, at least. And that knowledge burned me in a way I couldn’t describe. I used to like Daniel. Hell, we’d been on good terms before all of this. He’d always been polite, un

NORA'S POV“Who is this?” I whispered, my voice trembling despite my best effort to sound calm. The man chuckled darkly, the sound hollow and unnerving. “You’ve forgotten already? Typical Bennett arrogance. But you, Eleanora… you never belonged with them. Don’t pretend you did.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I managed, though my voice betrayed my fear. “Don’t you?” he sneered. “The ring, Sinclair. The one you never returned.

NORA'S POVThe penthouse was unusually quiet when I got back, the weight of the day pressing down on my shoulders like a heavy blanket. My mind raced with thoughts of the anonymous call, Daniel’s cryptic warnings, and my mother’s refusal to reveal who had sent her the note. Everything felt like it was spinning out of control, and I didn’t know who to trust anymore—not even myself. I dropped my bag on the couch and stood by the window, staring at the city below. The bright lights and bustling streets felt so distant, like a world I didn’t belong to anymore. Somewhere in the back of my mind, the caller’s words echoed, chilling and sharp: “You never belonged with the

NORA'S POV The sunlight filtering through the curtains felt harsh against my skin as I opened my eyes. The first thing I noticed was the silence. Sam wasn’t in the room. Not that he would be—he’d been sleeping in his own bedroom for weeks now. But there was no sound of him anywhere in the penthouse, no clatter of dishes, no murmured phone calls. I sighed, sitting up and wrapping my arms around my knees. The note from last night was still fresh in my mind, every word etched into my thoughts like a brand. Return what’s ours. The fear hadn’t left, but I couldn’t let it control me. I hadn’t told

NORA'S POV The morning light filtered through the curtains, but its warmth did little to soothe the chill that had settled over me. I sat at the breakfast table, absently stirring a spoon through my tea. My thoughts churned as I replayed the events of the last few days—the threatening note, Isabella’s venomous comments, and the distant look Sam had been wearing like armor. He moved around the kitchen quietly, his movements precise and deliberate, but there was a tension in his shoulders that he couldn’t hide. I wanted to say something, to ask him what was wrong, but the knot in my throat refused to loosen. Sam turn