All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

[Arella] Vivian is the first to notice me. Her eyes widen, not just from the sting of Deric’s slap but from the fact that I saw it happen. Despite the firestorm raging inside me, a self-satisfied smirk tugs at my lips. Trouble in paradise? I wonder what woman is strong enough to break these two apart. I ignore her. She’s insignificant. My gaze zeroes in on Deric, and he’s already looking at me. His eyes also wide but hold something foreign—something sickening. Like I’m the light in his dark world. Like… how he used to look at me. Disgust coils in my stomach. He steps closer, his fingers twitching as if reaching for me. But, all I see is him, drenched in a drunken haze, tossing money at my foster mother’s dying body like she was some disposable trash. “Arella…” His voice cracks. “It’s… you. I’m not dreaming, am I?” My hand moves before I even think. The sharp crack echoes through the room, my palm meeting his cheek with enough force to tilt his head to the side. But I don’t

[Arella]The door to the bathroom pushes open, and I can feel the urgency radiating off my husband before I even see him."Arella."His voice snaps me out of the haze of nothingness in my head."Huh?" I reply absentmindedly, barely registering him, my toes peeking above the surface of the water in the tub."You've been in here for more than an hour, love.""I have?" The answer slips out automatically, my voice distant.Today has dragged on forever. From Ava—her confession—to Deric and his memories… it all feels like too much. Like a storm swallowing me whole. My brain feels numb, detached, floating somewhere outside my body.After storming off with Lincoln in hand, I had barely registered coming home, nor the process of stepping into the bath. I don’t even recall undressing. The only real thing is the ice-cold bite of the water against my skin—sharp, unforgiving.That’s it. That’s the only sensation I feel.I barely register my naked body being lifted from the tub. My head swings slig

[Lincoln]"Man, you look like shit."Benson barely gets the words out before my glare cuts him off. He raises his hands in surrender, slumping into the chair across from me with a loud sigh before tossing a thick file onto my desk."I'm just saying, sheesh. Look at your eye bags. How does sister-in-law even look at you with all this stress written all over your face?"I ignore him, rubbing the bridge of my nose before pinching the aching space between my brows. Sleep had been a luxury I couldn’t afford lately. My nights were consumed with crisis control, strategizing, and putting out fires that just kept sparking back up, worse each time. The weight of it all pressed down on me, but breaking wasn’t an option."Not in the mood, Ben" I bite out, voice rougher than intended.Benson exhales sharply but doesn’t push. Instead, he gestures to the file. I pick it up, flipping it open, my eyes scanning the contents. The deeper I read, the tighter my grip becomes.I stiffen."More damage?" M

[Arella]The soft hum of chatter fades the moment we step into the vast conference room, the shift in atmosphere almost tangible. The air is thick with a mix of expensive colognes, fresh paper, and the faintest hint of coffee, a testament to long hours spent behind these polished oak tables. Rows of leather-bound chairs line the glossy mahogany surface, the gleaming crystal chandelier overhead casting fractured light across the vast space.As we move further inside, I feel their eyes on me—sharp, assessing, some curious, others downright hostile. Their scrutiny presses against my skin, heavy and probing, like invisible fingers tracing every inch of my face. It all feels eerily familiar, yet foreign at the same time, as if I’ve walked into a place I should remember but don’t quite belong."Welcome, President Harold," a chorus of voices greets my grandfather, their reverence clear in the way they address him. His presence commands the room effortlessly, decades of power and authority w

[Arella] The soft ding of the elevator signals its descent, the polished steel doors sliding close with a quiet hiss. The air inside is cool, the faint scent of expensive cologne lingering from previous occupants."Hello, Arella," he greets smoothly."Hello, uh…" I trail off, my brows pulling together. I don’t even know his name."Ryder. I'm Ryder."I nod, offering a polite—if not slightly wary—response. "Hello, Ryder. A pleasure to meet my first cousin."He's First cousin, right? This family tree was an absolute nightmare, and if I tried to untangle it any further, I’d probably end up with a migraine. Who even decides these complicated bloodlines? Heaven knows what’s waiting for me next—second cousins? Twice-removed aunts? Some secret sibling I never knew existed? Nothing seems impossible anymore. The air between us grows thick, a weird sort of awkwardness settling in. This wasn’t what I expected. I’d braced myself for hostility, maybe even a dramatic accusation—So you think you