All Chapters of Falling For My Billionaire Ex : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ElliotThe drive back to her place was quiet, but it wasn’t the kind of silence that suffocated. It was charged, alive, humming with the weight of everything unsaid. Every glance I stole at her told me she was fighting something. I wanted to reach out, brush my fingers against hers, just to feel that electric connection we used to share. But I didn’t. Not yet.We pulled up in front of her apartment, the streetlights casting a warm glow over her as she reached for the door handle. She hadn’t said much since dinner, and I didn’t push her to talk. This wasn’t about rushing things.“Thank you for dinner,” she said flatly, her tone cool, distant. She didn’t even look at me as she opened the door.“Susan...”But before I could get another word out, she was already stepping out, closing the door behind her without sparing me a glance. No goodnight. No lingering hesitation. Just a quick, determined retreat. She disappeared into her building like she couldn’t get away from me fast enough.I st

Elliot Back in my office, the faint hum of the city outside was my only company. I closed the door behind me, took a seat at my desk, and flipped open my leather-bound notebook. Today wasn’t just another day...it marked the beginning of what I’d silently christened Operation Win Susan Back. The plan needed precision, subtlety, and patience. Susan wasn’t someone I could just woo with flowers and grand gestures...not anymore. No, this had to be strategic. I grabbed a pen, rolling it between my fingers, and started mapping out my approach. Day 1–7: Rebuilding Trust Step one was obvious: I needed to break through her defenses. She didn’t trust me...not after everything that had happened. And who could blame her? I left. I abandoned her when she needed me most. If I wanted her to believe in me again, I’d have to show her that I was no longer that impulsive, selfish boy. Plan: Subtle acts of kindness, professional support, and being present. No pressure, no pushing...just showin

Elliot The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, painting everything in a golden hue. My desk was immaculate except for one item: the coffee cup I’d personally picked up on my way to work. It wasn’t just any coffee; it was her favorite...a hazelnut latte, no sugar, extra foam. I glanced at my watch. It was just after 8 a.m., and I knew Susan would be arriving soon. She always came in early, as though beating the clock gave her some edge over the day. It was one of the many things I admired about her. The thought of her reaction made my pulse quicken. This wasn’t just a coffee delivery...it was the first step in breaking through her walls. Small, thoughtful, unassuming. I wasn’t trying to overwhelm her, just remind her that I was paying attention. Grabbing the cup, I made my way to her office. Her door was slightly ajar, and I could hear the faint clatter of her keyboard as she settled in. I knocked softly. “Come in,” her voice called, stead

Elliot The moment I stepped out of Susan’s office, I couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at the corners of my lips. It was subtle, but I saw it. That flicker of emotion in her eyes. The way she hesitated before thanking me. The crack, small as it was, in the wall she’d built so carefully around herself.This wasn’t going to be easy...getting through to Susan never was. But today felt like a win, however small.Walking back to my office, I replayed our interaction in my head. The way she looked at me, guarded yet attentive. The slight shift in her tone when I told her I believed in her. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to tell me that I was getting under her skin.And that was the plan, wasn’t it? To remind her of the man I could be...the man I was trying to be now. The man who wouldn’t walk away this time.As I sat at my desk, I let out a long breath, leaning back in my chair. Susan was no fool; I knew that much. She’d see through any obvious attempts to win her over, which meant

Elliot The morning sunlight poured through my office window as I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers. Yesterday had gone better than I expected. Susan hadn’t outright rejected the notebook I gave her, and though she’d put up her usual defenses, I’d seen the flicker of something in her eyes. Nostalgia? Uncertainty? I wasn’t sure, but it was progress.Today, I had to keep the momentum going. This wasn’t just about grand gestures—it was about consistency. Susan needed to see that I wasn’t the man who walked away ten years ago.“Mr. Prescott,” Gerald’s voice broke through my thoughts as he entered my office. “Here’s the updated agenda for today. You’ve got a team briefing at 11, followed by a lunch meeting with the investors at 1.”I nodded, glancing at the papers in his hand. “And Susan? Anything on her schedule I should know about?”Gerald frowned, puzzled. “Not that I’m aware of. Do you want me to check?”“No,” I said quickly. I didn’t want Gerald poking around too much. He