All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

[Lincoln] “Thank you so much, Bridge,” Arella’s voice drifts into my thoughts as I descend the stairs. Her words feel like a soft echo in my chest, but there's a heaviness to them. It's the kind of tone you can't ignore, the one that quietly nags at your soul. As I reach the bottom, my gaze lands on her—her eyes, those deep blue eyes—now cast downward as she puts down her phone. They’re sad. Too sad. There's something in them I don’t quite understand, but it's there, staring back at me. “Good morning,” she says, but it's not quite right. Her cheerfulness feels... off. Forced, like a smile you put on because you think it’s expected. It doesn’t reach her eyes. Across from her sits Ava, slumped against the couch, eyes glued to the TV. The soap opera flickers on, but it’s clear it’s only there to fill the space. Ava’s mind is somewhere else. I've always wondered why these two sisters look so different. I mean, besides their personalities—Ava with her black eyes and auburn hair, and

[Arella]Dark, cascading hair frames a face that mirrors striking blue eyes—eyes that look so familiar it's almost unsettling. My breath stumbles, my chest heaving as if the very sight of them has stolen all the air in the room. A wave of dizziness washes over me, my knees threatening to buckle beneath the weight of emotions I can’t even name. It feels like the ground beneath me is crumbling, leaving me suspended in this feeling of disbelief and...fear? Inside the locket is an aged photo, worn and fragile. The faces are clear despite the years. A younger version of this man... and me? No. That can’t be right. It’s impossible. But it's like staring into a fucking mirror. "I... you..." I stammer, my throat dry, the words sticking as I struggle to form a coherent thought. My vision blurs, my heartbeat thumping loudly.The woman in the photo looks so happy, her smile so bright it’s almost contagious. Her eyes shine with pride as she clings to his arm, wearing a graduation gown that cat

Ten Years Ago. [Arella, Age 14]Trigger Warning: This chapter contains childhood trauma. Viewer discretion is advised. --- Madam Lora’s cookies were always dry, barely edible. They weren’t even real chocolate—just brown food coloring she mixed in to make them look the part. After seeing her fake it one day, I stopped bothering with them altogether. What was the point?The so-called cafeteria wasn’t much better. We were outside under an old umbrella, the cracked tables surrounded by dry grass and dirt. The kids were too busy laughing and playing to notice the untouched plates of food. That’s how awful the meals were—nobody cared about eating. And the worse part was that our caretakers did even care about keeping us fed. Suddenly, a handful of sand smacked into me, hitting my face and hair, the grains mixing with my food. My ‘lunch’ was ruined in an instant. Great. Just perfect.I froze. My stomach sank as I felt it. The laughter from the other kids grew louder. My head tilted sl

[Lincoln]Blinking out the horrors of that night, arella looks at me with a sad smile. “I don’t know what would have happened if she hadn’t decided to come back for his signature. I would have never met her. I wouldn’t have been saved—”She lets out an oof as I pull her into my arms, unable to stop myself. Squeezing her tightly, rage unlike anything I’ve felt before floods my lungs. A sudden, unmistakable urge to watch that man bleed to death overwhelms me. It’s primal. It’s raw. And it’s pain—pain at what she had to go through as a young girl.“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I mutter into her hair, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry, Ella.”She pats my back softly, like she’s trying to comfort me. Me, of all people.“It’s not your fault. Don’t feel sad,” she murmurs, her voice light but steady. “He was hanged. Turns out he’d been taking advantage of so many girls in our orphanage. I was just very lucky. And even luckier to meet my mother, Anastasia. She was an angel, L

Author's Note:Hey, my loves!I’ve made a few tiny changes to this chapter, and yes, I know, this is a repetition of the previous one. But please promise me you’ll read it anyway! My editor is on a much-needed break right now, but rest assured, I’ll edit it and cut off this chapter to make it perfect soon.Thank you so much for your patience and for being the absolute best readers ever! You guys are my sunshine on the cloudiest days, and I can’t tell you how much I adore every single one of you.Sending you all the love and hugs! (⁠♡⁠˶⁠ˆ⁠ ³ ⁠ˆ⁠˶⁠)⁠⁠♡*** [Arella] “Arella,” the old man—my grandfather—says softly.It feels strange, almost wrong, to think of him as my grandfather. The word feels heavy, like it doesn’t belong. My chest tightens, and I swallow hard to push down the lump in my throat. Forcing myself to speak, I manage a quiet, “Hello, sir,” instead. His face falls slightly at my response, disappointment etched in his expression. I keep my gaze steady on his feature