All Chapters of Dear Billionaire Ex-husband, I Moved On : Chapter 101 - Chapter 106

KARENBy the time Eleanor and I settled into our seats at a quiet restaurant overlooking the waterfront, I already felt lighter than I had when I landed in Seattle earlier that morning.Seattle was strange that way.For years, this city had existed inside my mind as a place that carried too many painful memories. It was where my marriage had slowly unraveled, where I had spent countless nights wondering if I had somehow failed, where disappointment and resentment had piled up until I could barely recognize myself anymore.Yet sitting there now, watching ferries move across the grey water while soft music drifted through the restaurant, I realized the city itself had never hurt me.People had. Circumstances had. Bad decisions had. But Seattle had simply been there while my life fell apart.And now, it was there while my life had finally begun to feel whole again.Eleanor folded her hands together on top of the table and looked at me quietly for a moment."I want to say something before

KARENThere are moments in life that you imagine so many times that, when they finally happen, they don't feel real at first.For weeks, I had imagined someone calling me and saying the words I wanted to hear.I had imagined celebration, relief, vindication. I had imagined myself crying, laughing, maybe even screaming.Instead, I was sitting in my office at A.A. Biotech on a quiet Wednesday morning, reviewing reports while sipping coffee that had long since gone cold, when my phone rang.The caller ID displayed a familiar name.Agent Carla Webb.I stared at it for a second before answering."Good morning, Agent Webb.""Morning, Karen."Her voice sounded lighter than usual. Almost cheerful.That immediately caught my attention."Should I be worried?"She laughed softly."For once? No,” she replied. “You should probably sit down, though."I leaned back in my chair."That sounds promising.""It is."There was a small pause. Then she said the words I had spent years waiting to hear."Vict

RICHARDThe decision didn't arrive all at once.It didn't come after some dramatic revelation or life-changing conversation.Instead, it settled quietly into my mind over the course of several weeks, becoming harder to ignore every time I looked out the window of my apartment.Seattle had once been the city where I believed I would spend the rest of my life.In this city, I had built my career, made my fortune, lost my marriage, fought corporate war and learned what regret truly felt like.For a long time, I had convinced myself that staying was the responsible thing to do. My work was here. My history was here. My mother was here. Every familiar street reminded me of who I had been, and perhaps I believed I deserved those reminders.Lately, though, I had begun to wonder whether constantly looking backward was stopping me from moving forward.Every coffee shop carried a memory. Every office building reminded me of meetings that had once felt more important than going home. Every road