All Chapters of The Billionaire Ex-Wife’s Return : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

093Alora's POV It was quite easy to misinterprete or misunderstand someone, but I wouldn't say I had ever been in that position before. I often saw it as a harmless mistake, and since it was just that, the consequences surrounding it, shouldn't be too dire. Until it happened to me, at least. “What?” That had been my reaction when Peter had explained his plan to me just a couple of hours ago. When he'd rung me up to tell me he had a plan, this was far from my expectations. “You're joking.”“Oh, but I'm not, Mrs Alora.” The fact that he had a twinkle in his eyes did nothing to make me feel better. If anything, it made me feel all the more anxious. “You'll have to do it.”“Why?” The words tumbled past my lips immediately. “Why do I have to do it? This was not what we discussed and you know it.”“Actually,we never discussed anything.” He grinned and just before I could doubt or counter him, he dove head on into an explanation. “I only said I was going to talk to Eliaz. You didn't a

095 Cynthia's POV I was losing my patience, and impatient silence wasn't a sight to see. It was worse when I had no control of it, but nothing could compare to the struggle of trying to reign all of your impatience in, even though that was the last thing you wanted to do. Right now, if I said I was just waiting to die of combustion, I would be lying. I sucked in a sharp breath in between my teeth, before sitting up. I adjusted myself on the booth and figured that was the best time to do a little bit of sightseeing. My eyes jumped around the walls of the place. It was nothing fancy, just plain blue walls that held a bit of sparkly paint in them too. I guess the artist or whoever was in charge was trying to create some kind of artistic masterpiece with the place, and if I was being honest, I kinda did see it. Lowlights had been strung up around the place, bathing the room in a kind of holy and ethereal glow. It was filled with a handful of customers and I could tell it was a go

097Alora's POV No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't keep calm. My heart thundered wildly in my chest, and I feared that if I didn't put a stop to it anytime soon, the vital organs would tear through my skin, before sprawling onto the court room's grounds. While that was a pretty gruesome sight to imagine, I was sure It would dissolve all of the charges against me. There was no way the court could charge a dead person, right? Right. I swallowed the lump in my throat, before forcing myself to take a look at my surroundings. It was the same as the last time, and even though I'd been here before, it did nothing to calm my nerves. In fact, it only heightened my anxiety. I didn't stop, and I regretted it immediately. My eyes had barely scanned through the crowd, before my gaze landed on someone. No, scratch that. The last person I wanted to see. Ethan. His lips lifted into a smug grin the moment our gazes locked, and I couldn't help the shiver that ran down my spine. I'

099Alora's POV Loud cheers reached my ears, but for the first time in a long time, I didn't mind. In fact, I wanted it to continue. And why not? It was a joyous occasion and I would rather die than let this opportunity slip by. “Pass the bottle.” Someone cheered, pulling me out of my thoughts. It didn't take me two seconds to figure out that I was the one being spoken to, and I did as I was asked. I passed the champagne bottle to an already bubbly Laura. “Thank you”.“If you gulp it all down at once,” Peter whooped. “We won't have any more to start the main celebration.” “We'll get another one.” Fredrick grinned, as he emerged from the counter behind us. One quick glance at him and I didn't miss the two heavy bottles in his grip. “Tonight, we celebrate!” I wasn't a fan of drinking, in all honesty, I wasn't a fan of a lot of things, but tonight, even the heavens would be mad at me if I didn't celebrate. Earlier today, I thought my fate was going to be sealed, and in the worst

101Fredrick’s POV I was fed up, fed up of everything going wrong in my life. No, scratch that. Not my life, Alora's life. In my opinion, it didn't exactly make a difference. Alora was my wife, my life, and whatever affected her, affected me as well. We'd been through so much together I'm the past, and sometimes, I always thought since we'd spent so much time together, just maybe it might diminish how and the intensity in which things that affected her would affect me. But I was wrong, very wrong. If anything, it only increased how much she affected me and what not. Shit. A sigh slid past my lips as I slid into my seat. It used to be very comfortable, but right now, I couldn't even stand the damn thing. Whenever my back came in contact with it, I would jerk back, and in pain no doubt. But I couldn't afford standing anymore. I'd been on my feet since last night, and they were killing me. With each step I took, my heels burned, and I honestly thought my feet would burn a hol