All Chapters of Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

FLORENCE’S POVThe energy at the studio buzzed with controlled chaos, assistants running back and forth, background models adjusting their outfits, and cameras flashing nonstop.I arrived with Blake, carrying the props and materials we had painstakingly gathered for today’s shoot. This feature was critical for Catwalk Magazine, and Annalise had put her blood, sweat, and tears to make it happen. I wasn’t about to let anything go wrong.As we entered, I spotted Carmen, the lead model, already in the middle of a conversation with her makeup artist. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her… it was almost like looking in a mirror. Except she was taller, her hair was thicker, and her skin looked like glass. She exuded an air of effortless elegance… and arrogance.Her sharp gaze landed on me the second I approached her entourage. Without a word, she reached out and snatched the briefing book from my hands.“We don’t need you,” she said dismissively, flipping through the pages with a bored

FLORENCE’S POVThe VIP booth Daniel had booked at the club was lined with 20 bottles of premium liquor. I couldn’t figure out if he really meant to poison me with copious amounts of alcohol or was testing my resolve. Yes, maybe Mason hadn’t been the best husband. Maybe he could have been kinder, gentler… more present. But I couldn’t betray him. And somewhere in me… I still loved him. I would take even this bullet for him. Daniel leaned back, arms crossed, watching me expectantly. Emily smirked, her lips curling as if she knew I wouldn’t go through with it.I grabbed a bottle and twisted the cap off, the sharp scent of whiskey burning my nostrils. Without hesitation, I tilted my head back and downed the entire thing. I felt some of it dribble down my chin while the rest burned my throat. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t want to give Daniel the satisfaction. As I slammed the empty bottle down on the table, I noticed Daniel’s face: surprise. And… a little impressed? “Well, well. I under

MASON’S POVI closed my eyes for a brief second, exhaling slowly.I knew Florence and her sister weren’t close—hell, Florence never even mentioned her. Vague memories of Emily sitting in the Hart living room or walking around school pricked at me, but nothing was concrete. This didn’t prove much… but Jade’s sudden return, the bug in my room, the media leak, and Daniel showing up… Florence was in the middle of all of it. I hated not knowing things.“There’s something else…” she said. “What?”She simply handed me her tablet with a website open… the website claiming Eternity was entirely propped up by Whitehill Industries. I hated the idea of Florence, once again, waking up alone. But this was critical… “We need to go. Now.” I told my secretary. “Call the car.” ***After the board meeting in the afternoon, I decided to have a quiet lunch and think over strategies when my phone rudely interrupted me. Raiden’s name flashed on the screen. I clenched my jaw and almost ignored it.Alm

FLORENCE’S POVEverything happened in an instant.The scream. The snap of the rope. The sheer terror in Annalise’s eyes.I didn’t think. I just moved.The camera tumbled from my hands as I lunged forward, gripping Annalise’s wrist with both hands. Her weight yanked me forward, my knees slamming onto the wooden plank.“Hold on!” I gasped, my grip tightening around her.Her fingers dug into my arm, shaking violently. “I— I can’t!”“Yes, you can,” I gritted out. “Just hold on to me!”Her legs swung wildly below, nothing but open air and distant pavement beneath her. My stomach twisted, and instantly, everything turned dark. Suddenly, I was no longer looking at Annalise… it was Jade. Jade, screaming and thrashing. My mind tried to catch up with what my eyes were seeing. Memories flooded back from eight years ago when I’d reached my hand out to Jade. And just as I could feel Annalise grip my hand, I could feel my hand grip Jade’s wrist. I scrunched my eyes, praying for the vision to go

FLORENCE’S POVThis time, it was different.I was used to Marco’s voice threatening me and blackmailing me. But this time, he seemed… sorry. Almost concerned. This was real. I wiped away my tears, grabbed my purse, and rushed to the prison. My heart pounded as I entered the infirmary, the sterile scent burning my nose. My father lay unconscious, his breathing shallow, his skin pale.Panic clawed at my chest. “Dad…” My voice cracked.The guard beside me shook his head. “He collapsed this morning. The doctor has no idea why it happened, but they’re running tests.”Tests. That could take forever, and I didn’t trust prison hospitals to give him the best care. I’d never seen my father like this before… helpless. Vulnerable. I swallowed back a sob. The only Whitehill who seemed to care about my problems was Clarke, so I gave him a call. He answered on the second ring. “Florence?”I inhaled sharply. “I need your help.”There was a pause as if he was surprised. Then, smoothly, “Where are