All Chapters of Billionaire’s Ex-wife Is Over Him: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

He looks down, his voice breaking slightly. “You left, and I thought I’d get used to it. But I haven’t. I can’t. Every moment you’re gone, I think about you. About us. And I realized… I love you, Amanda. I always have. I was just too blind, too stupid to see it.”Riley looks back at her, his eyes pleading. “I know I’ve been awful. I know I don’t deserve another chance. But I want to change. I will change. Please… don’t divorce me. Let me try to make this right.”“Please give me a chance to make it up to you.”Amanda looks away, her gaze flicking to the roses, then back to Riley’s face. “And I hope you can meet some of my friends—Rex, Shawn, even Faye. I want you to be part of every part of my life.” He pauses, running a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to find the right words. “I know I’ve got a lot to

Riley feels the weight of her words settle into his chest. He looks down at the roses he has brought, now resting on the table between them. They seem ridiculous, almost insulting, in the face of everything Amanda has endured.“Is there nothing I can do?” he asks softly, his voice barely audible.Amanda stands, smoothing her hands over her dress. “You can let me go,” she said gently. “That’s what you can do, Riley. Let me live the life I’ve built for myself.”Riley lowers his head and doesn’t speak for a long time.Amanda ignores him and walks into the room. A few minutes later, she walks out of the room, a necklace in her hand.She hands Riley the necklace and says, “Give it back to you. It’s yours.”Riley looks up, surprised, at the necklace in Amanda's hand. “This—”“Maybe you don't rem

Still, life doesn’t pause for reflection, and Riley forces himself to carry on. Determined to find a solution, he resolves to speak with Shawn and Rex, hoping their perspectives might offer clarity. But before he can arrange a time, his butler, Mr. Harris, calls to inform him that the villa’s cleaning has been completed.It has been a while since Riley last set foot in the villa. Ever since Amanda moved out, he’s only been back a handful of times. The place feels empty, too vast for one person, and its silence is oppressive. Riley has avoided it whenever possible, preferring the comfort of his more modest city apartment.Now, with the villa cleaned, he decides it’s time to return. Mr. Harris mentions something peculiar before ending the call. The janitors had discovered a few items in the rubbish bin that didn’t look like trash. Uncertain about what

Riley seems to see Amanda again, standing in front of him in a white dress, smiling at him.The memory fades, and Riley blinks, the present rushing back to him. His gaze shifts back to the box of incense on the desk, and a sudden thought strikes him.Why are these still here? he thinks.He presses his palms to his temples, as if trying to force the answer out of his own mind. It doesn’t take long for the memory to resurface—a detail he had buried so deeply it almost feels foreign.Amanda had given him these.It was early in her days as his secretary. At that time, she didn’t marry to him.He had been going through a rough patch, struggling with sleepless nights and the weight of his strained relationship with his father. His temper had been short, and the tension in the office had been palpable.One afternoon, Amanda had spoke to him directly, “You haven't been sleeping well lately.”Her bluntness had startled him at the time, but he’d admitted, grudgingly, that his sleep had been

Riley sits on the floor for what feels like hours, clutching the ring in his hand. The room around him is quiet, but his thoughts are loud, crashing into each other like waves. Eventually, the ache in his stomach pulls him out of his haze. He groans softly and pushes himself up.Food. He needs food.Dragging his feet, he makes his way downstairs. The kitchen is eerily spotless, a sharp contrast to the chaos in his mind. He opens the fridge, half-expecting something to be there. But it’s empty. Not even a bottle of milk or a stray vegetable.He stares at the cold, bare shelves, memories of Amanda creeping in. She always made sure the fridge was stocked. If she didn’t have time to shop herself, she’d schedule deliveries or call the chef she liked. She was particular about it too—everything had to be fresh. No leftovers, no unnecessary waste.Now, without her, the kitchen feels lifeless.Riley closes the fridge with a heavy sigh and leans against the counter. His stomach grow