All Chapters of Divorced by the Billionaire Who still owns me : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Elara’s POV I wasn’t sure why I was nervous. It was only a school exhibition. Children’s drawings, science projects, paper models held together with glue and determination…..Nothing life-changing. Yet as I stood in front of my bedroom mirror that morning, adjusting the sleeve of my blouse for the third time, my stomach felt unsettled. Maybe because Adrian had promised he would come. And despite everything that had happened between us, a small part of me still feared disappointment. Not for myself but for Blue. That was the dangerous thing about hope. It never arrived loudly. It slipped in quietly when you weren’t paying attention. I heard footsteps racing down the hallway. A second later, Blue burst into the room. “Mama!” I turned toward her. She was practically vibrating with excitement. Her dark curls bounced around her shoulders as she rushed forward. “What time are we leaving?” I checked the clock. “We still have forty minutes.” Her face immediately fell.

Elara’s POV The drive home should have been quiet. Instead, Blue talked the entire way. At first, I only listened with half my attention, my focus split between the road ahead and the thoughts still lingering from the exhibition. But after ten minutes, I realized every topic somehow circled back to Adrian. “He looked nervous when I started talking about the project.” I glanced at her in the rearview mirror. “He did?” “Yeah.” She sounded pleased about it. “How do you know?” “Because he kept moving his hands.” A small smile tugged at my lips despite myself. That sounded accurate. Blue leaned her head against the window. “I don’t think people know he’s nervous.” “No,” I admitted. “Most people probably don’t.” “I do.” The certainty in her voice settled heavily in my chest. A few months ago, she wouldn’t have noticed things like that. She had been too busy trying to understand him, trying to figure out whether he was staying or leaving. Now she was learning him. There was

Elara’s POV I should not have sent the photograph. The realization hit me the following morning while I stood in the kitchen making coffee. The image had seemed harmless at the time: a blue drawing at the table. At least that was what I had told myself. The truth was more complicated. I had not sent the picture by accident. I had wanted Adrian to see it. That was the part I couldn’t stop thinking about. The coffee machine hummed softly in the background as I stared out the window. Outside, the world looked ordinary. Inside, my thoughts felt anything but. For years, I had built walls around every part of my life. After the divorce, those walls had become necessary. They protected me from disappointment. They protected me from hope. Most importantly, they protected me from Adrian. Now those walls were developing cracks; he was forcing his way through them. Because I was lowering them myself. A small pair of footsteps interrupted my thoughts. Blue wandered into the kitchen, rubbi

Elara’s POV Blue’s question stayed with me long after Adrian left. It followed me through dinner. Bath time came, but my mind never truly left the conversation. I stepped into the bathroom and quietly shut the door behind me. The familiar space felt strangely distant as I turned on the tap. Water rushed into the tub, filling the room with a steady sound that usually calmed me. I stood there for a moment, staring at the stream of water—my thoughts still on Blue’s question. The steam slowly gathered around me, fogging the mirror, but I barely noticed. Lost in thought, I leaned against the sink and watched the water rise. Even after stepping beneath the warm spray, I remained distracted. The water ran over my skin, yet I hardly felt it. Through the quiet moments before bed, when the world finally slowed down, and there was nothing left to distract me from my own thoughts. “If you know what went wrong now, couldn’t you just do it differently?” The innocence in her voice had made

Elara’s POV Nobody talked about the mornings when you woke up and realized the pain wasn’t the first thing you felt anymore. I stood by the kitchen window with a cup of coffee in my hands while sunlight spilled across the backyard. Blue was outside; she was laughing. The sound drifted through the slightly opened window and settled somewhere deep inside my chest. For years, I had lived in survival mode; every decision had been about protecting her. Protecting the small life we built from the ruins of the old one, now for the first time, I wasn’t fighting anything. And I didn’t know what to do with that. I watched Blue chase a butterfly across the yard. A smile pulled at my lips before I could stop it. The little girl who once watched every doorway, afraid people would leave, was finally learning that some people stayed. A knock interrupted my thoughts; I frowned. Naomi was supposed to come later. Setting my coffee down, I walked toward the door. When I opened the door, my hand t