All Chapters of Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MASON’S POVMy heart stopped.I stared at the dusty warehouse floor, vision tunneling to one horrible detail: Florence’s golden hair, spilling gently from the edges of the dark body bag.No.My breath caught in my throat, my entire body going rigid, frozen in disbelief.This wasn’t happening.Jade’s words rushed back, desperate and oddly confident: “He’s bluffing, Mason. He’s just trying to mess with you.”God, I wanted to believe her.But Daniel’s twisted smile said otherwise. Calmly, cruelly, he sat back, watching me unravel.I gripped the pen tighter, knuckles turning white. Slowly, I straightened up and tossed it back onto the table, voice shaking with barely suppressed rage and fear.“I’m not signing a damn thing until I see inside that bag,” I said, glaring daggers at Daniel.His brows raised mockingly, eyes glittering. “And have you collapsed like some tragic Shakespearean hero when you realize I’m not bluffing?” He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “I don’t have all night fo

FLORENCE’S POVI stood frozen in the hospital lobby, my lungs refusing to work properly. The antiseptic hospital air burned my throat. My fingers trembled at my sides, still seeing the blood across Mason’s face, the way his shattered gaze had locked onto mine—“Do you want to stay here?” Raiden’s voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to reality. I nodded, unable to speak. “Flo, are you okay?” Raiden’s concern was palpable, his hand steady on my shoulder.The world seemed to spin a little faster, my heart racing as I tried to process the flood of emotions. My knees felt weak, and suddenly, the hospital corridor felt overwhelmingly claustrophobic.“I—” My voice broke, and without warning, my breathing quickened, panic clawing its way up my throat.Seeing my distress, Raiden quickly guided me to a quieter seating area, away from the prying eyes. He handed me a cup of water, his eyes never leaving mine. “Take slow breaths, Flo. It’s going to be okay.”I took a sip, the cool wat

FLORENCE’S POVI hadn’t even realized we’d spent the whole night at the hospital.It was 8 AM by the time Raiden finally walked me to my apartment door. Exhaustion had fully settled into my bones, making every step feel heavy.He stood by as I unlocked the door, patiently waiting until I stepped inside.“I wish I could stay with you all day,” he started, leaning against the door frame, concern clear on his face. “But there's a board meeting—”I waved away his worry quickly. “No, of course, you should go! I just need a shower and I'll be back in the office today!”Raiden frowned. “Florence. You can't be serious.”“I've been gone almost a week,” I insisted stubbornly. “Blackwood must be falling apart without me.”He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Well, you're right. It's an absolute mess.”“See?” I smiled triumphantly. “All the more reason I need to get back.”He gave me a stern look, suddenly firm. “No, Flo. It can wait. One more day.”“But—”“No buts.” His voice was gentle yet un

MASON’S POVI woke up to soft, warm lights and the sharp smell of antiseptic soap. It was a private hospital suite—expensive, sterile, and utterly empty. It offered me no comfort at all.The only comfort I wanted—the only one who mattered—wasn’t there.Florence.Her name shot through my mind, waking me fully. My pulse quickened. Memories flooded back, a painful, overwhelming rush: Florence’s golden hair spilling from the body bag, Daniel’s cruel grin, and the crash… And then Florence at the hospital—alive.She was alive. Safe. Not dead like Daniel had wanted me to believe.But she was with Raiden.A dull ache bloomed deep in my chest, as vivid now as it had been in that hospital corridor. Raiden’s protective arm around her waist, her wide-eyed shock at seeing me—her hair, unevenly chopped as though someone had butchered it out of spite.Daniel.I clenched my fists, anger surging through my weakened body. It finally clicked together: Daniel had staged everything. He had never truly me

MASON’S POVA week had passed since my family declared their intention to fold Eternity into Whitehill International. When the day came to vote, I knew it was just a formality because the decision had already been made behind closed doors. I entered the boardroom, a space I had meticulously designed down to the very grain of the oak table and the plushness of the leather chairs. In fact, every detail in the entire office was my vision. From the boardrooms and conference rooms to the breakroom and bathrooms, I had picked the tiles, the wallpapers, the furniture, all by myself. Not because I had to but because it made me proud to call something my own. And in that very office… I was doing to see it all disappear. Like a giant, arrogant whale swallowing a merry fish. As I took my seat, heavily medicated to manage the pain, I watched the board members file in. Their faces were a mix of sympathy and stern resolve. Again… I told myself it has all been decided. But somewhere in me,