All Chapters of Falling For My Billionaire Ex : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

SusanSince being clingy didn’t work, I had to switch tactics. If I couldn’t push Elliot away with desperation, I’d do it by being a financial burden. Men loved independence...they hated when a woman cost them too much. So, I was going to be the most high-maintenance fiancée in history.At 8:00 a.m. sharp, I barged into Elliot’s office, holding a ridiculously expensive shopping catalog. He barely looked up from his laptop, though the corner of his lips twitched. "Good morning, sweetheart," he murmured. "What brings you here?"I plopped onto his desk dramatically. "Baby, I was thinking… I need a new car."Elliot leaned back in his chair, rubbing his jaw. "You don’t have a car.""Exactly," I said sweetly, flipping the catalog toward him. "Which is why I want this one."His eyes trailed down the page. His brows lifted. "A Ferrari SF90 Stradale?" he repeated slowly.I smiled. "Yep!"He chuckled. "You don’t even drive, Susan."I batted my lashes. "Then hire me a driver."Elliot’s eyes glim

Elliot I had always known Susan to be confident, self-assured, and not the type to entertain unnecessary drama. So when she started behaving strangely, I couldn’t help but notice. At first, it was little things...pointed glares when I spoke to female employees, stiff body language whenever another woman so much as laughed at my jokes. But then it escalated. The first real incident happened at the office. I was in a meeting with Amelia, one of our senior marketing strategists, when Susan barged in without knocking. “There you are,” she said with forced casualness, walking straight to my desk and placing a cup of coffee in front of me. I glanced at her, then at Amelia, who looked mildly startled. “Susan, I’m in a meeting.” “I know,” she said, shooting a tight-lipped smile at Amelia before turning back to me. “Just thought you could use some coffee.” Amelia, bless her, tried to keep the conversation professional. “As I was saying, Mr. Prescott, the campaign adjustments...” Susan

SusanThe following days at work were pure torture.Not because Elliot was distant or angry. Oh no. That would’ve been easier to deal with.Instead, he decided to become Mr. Perfect Boyfriend.On Monday, a bouquet of my favorite lilies sat on my desk when I arrived. The soft petals and delicate scent mocked me as I stared at them like they were ticking time bombs. I looked around the office, hoping no one noticed, but of course, my PA caught my eye from her desk, her grin so wide I wanted to throw the flowers at her.By Tuesday, it was my favorite coffee...hot, just the right amount of cream and sugar, and delivered right to my desk before I could even make it to the break room. The barista even spelled my name right.I clenched my jaw, marched straight into Elliot’s office, and slammed the cup down on his desk. “We’re supposed to be breaking up, Elliot.”He leaned back in his chair, that infuriating smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, like he was enjoying every second of this.

SusanI stared at the untouched coffee in front of me, my fingers tracing circles around the rim of the mug. The café was bustling, the clinking of cups and soft hum of conversations blending into the background, but all I could hear was the echo of my own thoughts.Meera slid into the seat across from me, her eyes immediately narrowing. “Okay, you’re giving off serious ‘I did something bad’ vibes,” she said, tossing her bag onto the chair beside her. “What now?”I sighed, finally looking up to meet her gaze. She already knew the basics...I’d told her about Mrs. Prescott offering me money to leave Elliot, and yeah, she knew I’d taken it. But the weight of it felt heavier today, like it was suffocating me.“She texted me,” I said quietly.Meera raised an eyebrow. “Who?”“Mrs. Prescott. She wanted to know why I haven’t broken up with Elliot yet.”Meera’s eyes darkened. “That woman’s got some nerve.”I gave a bitter laugh. “I told her it would take time, that I couldn’t just end things o

Elliot I watched Susan from across the office, her laughter floating through the open space like a melody designed to drive me insane. She was with Manuel Fernandez, again. His hand hovered just a little too close to her lower back as he pointed something out on her laptop screen, his eyes glued to her like she was the only thing worth seeing in the entire goddamn building. It was infuriating. I’d dealt with rivals before...competitors, business sharks, even the occasional ex-boyfriend who thought he still had a chance. But this? This was different. Manuel wasn’t just some random threat. He was an enigma, a man with a history tied to Susan that I didn’t fully understand. And that unknown… it gnawed at me like a splinter under my skin. I clenched my jaw, trying to focus on the spreadsheet in front of me, but the numbers blurred into meaningless lines. Every fiber of my being was tuned to her...her movements, her laughter, the way she tilted her head when Manuel whispered something