Semua Bab Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back: Bab 31 - Bab 40

FLORENCE’S POVAnnalise pulled me into her apartment, immediately ushering me to sit on her couch while she grabbed a first aid kit.“Flo, are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, crouching in front of me, her brows furrowed in concern.I nodded numbly.She wasn’t convinced. “You just got into a fight with your psycho ex, got thrown into a police station, and had to deal with Mason and Jade at the same time. And you’re telling me you’re fine?”I didn’t want to talk about it. Lately, it felt like all I did was complain about Mason. Wasn’t the divorce supposed to end all that? When was my past going to stop haunting me? “I’m telling you. I’m fine.” I said. Annalise sat on the couch next to me, waiting. “I just… I feel stupid. He said he wanted to pick me up from work, and it gave me a tiny bit of hope that things were changing. And then he pulled up with Jade. Again.” Annalise’s lips pressed together, her expression unreadable.“I was a fool,” I murmured, shaking my head. “Still clingi

FLORENCE’S POVThe moment I stepped into the meeting room, I felt my patience evaporate.Jade, dressed in an elegant fitted dress and heels, sat at the table, flipping through documents like she belonged in the office. Beside her, a massive bouquet of deep red roses rested on the table, their sweet scent filling the air.Blake was already seated across from her, arms crossed, looking as unimpressed as I felt.Jade glanced up and smiled. “Oh, you’re here! Perfect timing. I wanted to share some exciting news.”I didn’t bother responding. I simply took my seat and opened my laptop.She set down the papers in her hands with an air of importance. “Mason has asked me to host the Eternity-Amora fashion show.”The words hit like a slap.I knew Mason still cared about his company’s public image, but giving Jade the role of host? He had plenty of actual professionals to choose from—why her?Blake let out an exaggerated sigh. “Amazing. Another variable added to the mix.”Jade ignored her, turnin

MASON’S POVMy lawyers wrapped up Flynn’s case within hours of me being back home. The website was taken down, the photos were removed, and he was blacklisted from every major media outlet. I made sure of that.Flynn wouldn’t be able to use his camera as a weapon against another person again.But despite handling everything, I didn’t feel calm. I could only picture Florence storming out. She wasn’t answering my texts or picking up calls, which made me feel small and helpless. But Jade? I was having the opposite problem. Once again, my phone buzzed and, hoping it was Florence, I opened it up eagerly. It was yet another selfie from Jade… in a bathtub drowning in foam, candles all around her. The message read: “Waiting for your answer! I’ll be patient!”If this were eight years ago, I’d run to her, no questions asked. I would somersault my way there, sing and dance out of sheer joy. But right now, this was a nuisance. She was making things so much worse. I simply ignored her text. W

FLORENCE’S POVThe world blurred around me as the nurses worked quickly, adjusting the oxygen levels, checking my father’s vitals, and stabilizing him. I felt frozen, hands clenched into fists at my sides.Who would do this?Raiden stormed into the room, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “I lost him.”I turned to him. “What?”“I chased him into the street, but the guy ran into a back alley and disappeared.”A slow, sick feeling crept through me. Someone went to great lengths to plan all of this. “Florence… are you okay?” Raiden asked. “How’s your dad? Is he stable?” I nodded. “We need to check the security footage.”We went to the security office, and the guards showed us the most recent footage. The screen showed a figure entering my father’s room wearing a doctor’s coat, a surgical mask, and a cap.But when he left?No coat. No mask. Just a man in black clothes with a mask covering the lower half of his face. He had changed in the room, discarding his disguise before slipping

FLORENCE’S POVThe familiar scent of roses, warm wood, and leather hit me the moment I stepped into the Amora studio. Everything about this place was pristine, from the perfectly arranged bolts of fabric to the soft hum of designers at work in the back. My mother barely glanced at me as I entered, too absorbed in the final adjustments of the dress.Jade was already standing on the fitting pedestal, bathed in soft lighting, draped in the most exquisite gown I had ever seen.The bodice was a sculpted masterpiece, corseted with shimmery, pearlized fabric. The sleeves, sheer and weightless, were decorated with delicate strands of crystal-beaded embroidery, cascading down her arms like bioluminescent waves. But it was the skirt that stole the show—layers upon layers of structured organza and silk, stitched with reflective filaments that gleamed under the light, creating the illusion of rippling water as she moved. She looked exactly as she always wanted to—untouchable. A queen in a worl