Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Billionaire Ex-husband Won't Call It Quit: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Alex POVThe neon-drenched streets of New York pulsed beneath a darkening sky as I stepped out of Lane International's headquarters. The city's familiar chaos wrapped around me like a well-worn blanket—a symphony of honking horns, chattering crowds, and the distant rumble of trams. I paused, letting the cool evening air wash over my face, carrying with it the mingled scents of street food and salt breeze from the harbor.My Louboutins clicked against the pavement, each step a quiet reminder of how far I'd come from the wide-eyed teenager who first arrived in this city. Richard, my driver of five years, stood beside the gleaming black Mercedes, his weathered face creasing into a familiar smile."Miss Lane," he greeted, his voice carrying the warmth of a father figure rather than an employee. His silver-streaked hair caught the glow of the street lights as he opened the door."Thank you, Richard." I slipped into the leather sanctuary of the backseat, finally allowing my shoulders to dro

Michael's POV The morning headlines felt like a physical blow, each word a reminder of another failed marriage. Michael Coleman Divorces Maria – A Short-Lived Love Story? splashed across my tablet screen, the third such headline I'd seen today. I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose as I sat in the back of my Mercedes, the leather seat no longer providing the comfort it once did. The familiar scent of success – leather, cologne, and power – now carried an undercurrent of desperation I couldn't quite shake. The ink had barely dried on the divorce papers, my signature still fresh and decisive. Maria had cried when I told her it was over, but her tears hadn't moved me. They weren't the right tears. They weren't her tears. Maria was never meant to last – I had known it with crushing certainty the moment I slipped that overpriced ring onto her finger. The diamond had been bigger than Alexandra's, a detail that had seemed important at the time. Now it just felt pathetic. Maria

Alex POVI arched a brow, trying to ignore the way my heart was racing. Years of subtle therapy after Michael, and apparently all it took was one dangerous man in a well-cut suit to send my pulse skittering like a teenager's. Dr. Chen would have a field day with this. "And why is that?"He took a step closer, the space between us shrinking just enough to feel deliberate. His cologne – something expensive and subtle – teased my senses, but underneath it I caught the faint smell of cigarette smoke. A secret vice, perhaps? His perfectly manicured image cracked just slightly."Because power attracts power, Miss Lane."The way he said my name – smooth, deliberate, almost like a caress – felt like a test. A challenge. I fought the urge to smooth my hair or check my lipstick again.I didn't flinch, though I wanted to. "That sounds dangerously close to flattery, Mr. Vale."He chuckled, a low sound that held genuine amusement rather than the practiced mirth I'd heard all evening. His laugh lin

Michael's POVI first heard James Vale's name in passing—just a whisper among the elite. A harmless murmur that might have meant nothing on its own.But when that whisper included Alexandra's name in the same breath, it made my blood run cold.A week ago, at the Crown Summit Business Conference, I had watched her walk away from me with more venom than I'd ever seen from her before. I'd convinced myself she was still playing hard to get, still punishing me for the past. That we were just doing our familiar dance.Now, I realized she wasn't just rejecting me—she was moving on.And I wasn't about to let that happen.It didn't take long to get information on James Vale. Men like him left trails, no matter how much money they threw at erasing them. Money talks, but secrets whisper louder if you know who to pay.I sat in my office on a Tuesday afternoon, blinds half-drawn, bourbon untouched, scrolling through the reports my private investigator had compiled. Each swipe of my finger revealed

Michael's POVI watched the morning headlines scroll across my tablet screen, each one more sensational than the last. The coffee in my hand had gone cold, forgotten as I absorbed the media storm I'd carefully orchestrated. James Vale's past splashed across every major outlet, old wounds torn fresh again.But Alexandra wasn't reacting the way I expected.When I'd orchestrated this little media circus about James Vale, I'd been certain she would crack. That those perfectly curated headlines about his wife's death would send her running for safer ground. Alexandra had always been obsessed with her pristine reputation—it was one of the things that had driven us apart in the end.But she didn't run.Instead, she stood by him. Publicly. Defiantly.I caught a glimpse of them in some society photographer's lens—her hand on his arm, chin lifted, eyes challenging anyone to question her choice. The image made something twist in my gut. Jealousy? No. Something darker.That's when it hit me—Alexa