All Chapters of The Billionaire's Unwanted Ex-Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Involving people like Lucas and his sister in our marital issues shows a lack of maturity, Evelyn. I expected better from you. You need to step up as a partner. I sighed heavily into the phone, my frustration palpable as I twirled in my chair. The silence on the other end was deafening, punctuated by her quiet sobs. She might have been trying to break up minor arguments, but I wasn't even arguing.I won’t press charges, but make no mistake—I will if you're still living under their roof, because I haven’t signed off on any of this. I said it plainly, flipping through the pages of a magazine on my desk with my fingertips.Leaning back in my chair, I felt the cold leather biting into my back. My fingers drummed out an impatient rhythm on the desk, the sound echoing in the empty room. Evelyn's silence felt like a heavy weight, a storm of unspoken words crashing over us.I knew she was crying. It was painfully obvious. Her soft, shuddering breaths betrayed her attempts to hold it together.

Michael pov I stared at my mother, the woman who had raised me, the one I trusted more than anyone else in this world. Her eyes were cold, unyielding as they met mine. My pulse raced, blood pounding in my head, but I kept my voice steady."Mom, you don’t understand." I clenched my hands at my sides, forcing the words out. "I want Evelyn back. I will bring her home, no matter what you say."Her expression didn’t change, and I felt a surge of frustration. I wanted her to react, to show some emotion, but instead, she looked at me as if I were foolish."You’re being foolish, Michael," she replied, her calm voice laced with a threat that made my blood boil. "Evelyn isn't good for you. She’s weak. I’ve watched her for years, always crying whenever you strayed—""I didn’t cheat on her because of her!" I shouted, my voice louder than intended. I stepped forward, and she didn’t flinch, as she never did. "It was my choice! I destroyed my marriage, but I’m trying to fix it. Evelyn is—" My voice

Evelyn pov My heart felt like it had stopped. I stood in the doorway, my bag clutched tightly in my right hand as if it were the only thing keeping me tethered to this world. A heavy sigh escaped my lips, and for a moment, the silence was deafening. It had been months since I ran away from all of this—this place, this life, these people. I never thought I'd come back. Never thought I'd face the judgment, the whispers, the disgust. But here I was, standing in the very doorway of the mansion I once called home. The cold air from the hallway seemed to creep under my skin, settling into my bones as I tried to brace myself for what lay ahead. I wanted to turn and leave, but my feet were glued to the spot. “Look who’s back,” a shrill voice suddenly broke through the stillness. I looked up, my eyes locked with the one person I never thought I’d have to face again—Sarah. My sister-in-law. The one who made my life a living hell when I was married to Michael. The one who never once ca

Evelyn’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the silk blouse that hugged my curves perfectly. Its soft, pearlescent sheen matched the polished tone of my skin—this was not just an outfit; it was a statement. A quick glance at my watch confirmed I was running late, but that was irrelevant. Everything had to be flawless.The grocery store wouldn’t know what hit it.I glanced over at the couch where my purse lay, almost defiantly, waiting for me. It was annoying, but I pushed that irritation aside. I grabbed the bag, slinging it confidently over my shoulder, relishing the reassuring rattle of my keys inside. Sometimes, it was the little things that kept me grounded.But before I headed out, I couldn’t ignore the chaos on the table—papers strewn everywhere, half-drunk coffee cups, receipts littered like forgotten promises. If I was leaving, I needed to reclaim my space. The tension settled in like an unwelcome guest—this wasn't just clutter; it was a physical manifestation of ev

Evelyn pov I lay there, wrapped in soft cotton sheets, the cool air from the AC flowing freely throughout the room. My skin felt warm, the baby inside me amplifying every sensation, making everything feel more vivid. The temperature wasn’t helping, yet I couldn’t muster the energy to get up and change it. Instead, I pulled the duvet up higher, allowing its comforting weight to envelop me like a gentle shield.I had been home for weeks, healing and adapting to the quiet moments interspersed with sudden waves of anxiety that hit me whenever I remembered the life growing within me. Michael had been my rock through it all. He was always nearby, checking in on me, ensuring my comfort, his deep eyes steady and reassuring even when uncertainty loomed.Just as I began to lose myself in my thoughts, the door creaked open. I turned my head to see Michael, beaming like a child who had just discovered a treasure. In his hands was a cake—my cake.Red and pink, my favorite colors. The moment I saw