All Chapters of Chasing My Innocent Ex-wife Back: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

FLORENCE’S POVSunlight streamed softly through the curtains, gently nudging me awake. For a moment, I forgot where I was until the plush sheets and elegant decor of the hotel reminded me.Raiden’s room.I sat up quickly, my heart fluttering. The room was empty, and I felt a wave of relief mixed oddly with disappointment.Just then, I heard a gentle clinking sound from the small kitchenette area near the entryway. Raiden was standing at the counter, calmly pouring freshly brewed coffee into two porcelain cups. My heart stopped. He was still in his pajamas—just a simple white t-shirt and soft, gray lounge pants, his black hair tousled slightly from sleep. It was a casual look, but somehow effortlessly attractive. I felt my cheeks flush.He glanced up, noticing me awake, and smiled warmly. “Good morning, sleepyhead. Coffee?”“Yes, please,” I managed, trying to keep my voice even.He brought the coffee over, setting it on the bedside table. As he sat beside me, he grinned. “Reception c

MASON’S POVStuck in my father’s sprawling mansion, the days blurred together in a haze of misery and self-pity. But finally, I’d had enough.First, I called in a barber. He was discreet and efficient, trimming away weeks of unruly hair and stubble, leaving me looking polished again. Seeing myself clean-shaven in the mirror sparked something deep inside me—a familiar determination, buried under layers of neglect.Next came weeks of intensive physiotherapy sessions. Each day was grueling, filled with sweat, frustration, and pain. But I refused to give up. My body strengthened little by little, first allowing me to walk steadily, then eventually run without exhaustion. With each milestone, my confidence returned.Finally, I was ready to reclaim Eternity from my father’s grip.But I had no idea just how difficult that would be.***My first day back at the Eternity office felt strange. It was quieter than I remembered. Employees eyed me cautiously, whispering behind my back as I made my

MASON’S POVThe next day, as I sifted through an overwhelming pile of design notes and fabric swatches cluttering my desk, Candace gently knocked on the door before entering.I glanced up, immediately noting the crisp white envelope in her hands. “Is it here?”Candace smiled broadly, brandishing it triumphantly. “Two invitations for Paris Fashion Week, sir. Freshly delivered.”I exhaled in relief, allowing myself a small smile. “Excellent.” I leaned back, stretching briefly. “You’ll accompany me, of course, and ensure all our designers receive their invites as well.”She nodded eagerly, her usual brisk efficiency already kicking into gear. “Absolutely, Mr. Whitehill. Everything will be arranged.”As she hurried out to begin preparations, I reached for the invitation, my fingers brushing the delicate, embossed paper. It was a small piece of hope in what had otherwise been a bleak few months.***Later that evening, while the new housekeeper quietly packed my suitcases in my bedroom, I

FLORENCE’S POVAs soon as the final model stepped off the runway and the lights began to rise, I rose from my seat like a fire had been lit beneath me.“I’ll be right back,” I told Raiden.He blinked in surprise but didn’t stop me. “Want me to come?”“No,” I said quickly, already stepping past him.From the corner of my eye, I saw him turning his attention to one of the designers seated nearby, sliding effortlessly into conversation. Typical Raiden—he could read me without even trying. He knew I needed space. And I appreciated him for that.But right now, all I could think about was Emily.She was here.Not just here but on the runway, front and center. Strutting down like she hadn’t vanished off the face of the earth after Daniel had kidnapped me. After Mason had nearly died. After everything.I pushed my way backstage.The buzz was overwhelming—stylists shouting, models laughing, and garment bags flying from one end to another. The air was thick with perfume, hairspray, and leftov

FLORENCE’S POVI stood there for a long time. Longer than I should have.I should have asked him why he was looking for me despite choosing Jade. I should have asked him why he ended up bloodied and broken in the hospital. I should have asked him if he ever found Daniel after speaking to Emily. If Daniel was the cause of the scars on his face. I should have done lots of things. But all I could do was replay his words in my head. Can we still be good friends?So gentle. So final.It was like I’d stepped outside my own body during the conversation and only now—now that he was gone—had I reentered it.The music had shifted, the crowd moved around me, but I felt frozen. Like I was watching my own life through a glass window.I smoothed down my dress. Straightened my spine. Took a slow, steady breath.Right.I had a good life. I was in Paris. I had a kind, loving man waiting for me. A man who saw me. Who never needed reminding to listen.I wasn’t the girl standing outside a glass wall an