All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

[Lincoln]My drive to the hospital is a blur of passing speed limits and tightly coiled tension. Zach has been texting me updates every five minutes—says she's fine, says she's getting first aid, says she didn’t suffer any major injuries, says she’s okay. But I’ll believe that when I see it. When I see her.A photo of the explosion was forwarded to me, and I grit my teeth so hard I can almost feel them cracking. When I find out who did this... Dread fills me at the thought of what could’ve happened if I hadn’t reinforced all my vehicles with impact-resistant designs. The thought of losing her gnaws at my mind, sharp and unrelenting. She could’ve been gone. Just like that. The universe seems to enjoy tossing curveballs at me—like it lives to stir up trouble, to see how much more I can take before I snap.“Where’s she?” I ask immediately, stepping out of the car and tossing my keys to Zach.“At the highest floor, sir. Getting her treatment,” he says.I nod gravely, my footsteps carryi

[Lincoln]A week has passed since the blood transfusion scare. A week since I thought I lost her. Hell, I still can’t shake the memory of her scream. The way my heart nearly stopped, the cold sweat on my skin, the crushing weight of fear. But here she is, in my car, with that mischievous glint in her eyes as she reapplies her lipstick. The scent of her perfume mixes with the faint hum of the engine and the soft rush of the morning air through the slightly open window."You're giving me that look again," Arella says, rolling her eyes, the car’s interior light catching the small flicker of her long lashes."What look?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, genuinely curious.She smirks, her lips pressing together with a teasing tilt. "The 'oh, you're so surreal look.""But you are surreal," I say seriously, keeping my gaze locked on her as the car hums along the road.Her cheeks warm with a flush, and I can't help but admire how easily she can go from playful to shy in an instant. She's here,

[Arella]There's only one thing I can do right now, and that's hope. Hope for the best. Hope that the old man will get out of his coma. Hope that we can find his family.It’s already a miracle that I haven’t lost my baby. My miraculous baby. The thought fills me with a bittersweet ache, but it also makes me question everything. Would I even be a good mother? I’ve made so many poor decisions already, ones that didn’t put my precious baby first. I almost died. I could feel myself dying that day. The memory makes my stomach churn, but somehow, by some miracle, my baby and I survived.The elevator dings open, the sharp sound yanking me from my thoughts. I push all those melancholic feelings to the back of my mind. It’s time to work.Without wasting much time at the office, Bridget, Sasha, and I head downtown for our rescheduled meeting with the mayor. As I smooth down my burgundy blazer, I silently marvel at how Bridget managed to pull this off. Whatever magic she worked, damn, am I grate

[Arella] We walk in silence—heavy and tense—all the way to his office. Every step seems louder than it should, adding to the weight in the air. His office is large, with shelves full of books. Warm brown colors fill the space, and the soft golden light of the evening sun streams through tall windows. For a second, I notice how beautiful the view is, but the knot in my stomach quickly reminds me why I’m here.He moves to a cabinet, pulls out a file, and gestures to a chair. “Sit,” he says curtly. I obey, lowering myself into the seat with a stiffness I can’t seem to shake. If I said I wasn’t intimidated, I’d be lying. My mind races with possibilities, each worse than the last. What does he want from me? Is he planning to pay me off, like Lincoln’s grandmother did? “I must say,” he begins, his tone easy but clipped, “you’ve done a good job of disrupting the peace in this family.” The words sting, sharp and unrelenting. My brows furrow in confusion. “I haven’t done anything s

[Lincoln]Something was wrong. I could feel it rattling my bones, gnawing at the edges of my mind like a shadow that refused to disappear.“I was told you went to the Sawyer estate,” I say, my voice low as my fingers trace a slow, deliberate path along her cheek. Her skin feels soft and warm under my touch, tiny goosebumps arise where my fingers touch. “Did something happen?”“Well…” she begins, her voice hesitant as her gaze flickers away. “It’s nothing big, actually. Maybe I’m just overthinking it all.”The way her eyes drift, refusing to meet mine, makes me frown. She’s holding back—I can feel it.“My grandma wasn’t home, she's at a retreat” I say, leaning closer, watching for any subtle change in her body language. “That could only mean Aunt Trixy or my father. Tell me, who made you mad?”Her nose scrunches adorably, and a small tilt to her lips hints at amusement. “Hold on, Mr. Macho Man. There was no drama…like that,” she says lightly. Then, after a beat, she adds, “But I did ha