All Chapters of Dear Billionaire Ex-husband, I Moved On : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

KARENJason noticed the shift in my expression immediately, though he didn’t ask questions. He simply leaned back into the couch, one arm resting lazily against the cushion and kept his eyes on me.“You should probably take it,” he said calmly.There was no tension in his voice, no suspicion, no sharp edge hidden beneath the words.Just simple trust.I swallowed lightly and stood.“Yeah… I’ll be back.”He gave a small nod, already lifting his tea again as if he hadn’t just seen the name of the man who had complicated far too much of my life flash across my screen.I stepped into the hallway before answering.“Richard?”“Karen.”His voice sounded tired. Not exhausted exactly, but heavy, like someone carrying too much at once.“I’m sorry for calling this late,” he said quickly. “I know it’s not the best time.”I leaned against the wall and glanced toward the living room. Jason was still there, relaxed, completely unbothered.“It’s okay,” I replied quietly. “What happened?”Richard exhal

RICHARDMonday morning started with my phone ringing before I had even finished making coffee.I glanced at the screen and saw Elise’s name.For some reason, my chest tightened a little.Elise never called this early unless something important had happened.I picked up immediately.“Morning,” I said, still rough around the edges from sleep.“Good morning, sir,” Elise replied, her voice carrying that calm, professional tone she always seemed to have. “I wanted to let you know personally that Sophie’s paternity filing has officially been completed.”I straightened without realizing it.“Completed?”“Yes,” she said. “Everything has been submitted, processed, and legally recognized. There shouldn’t be any further complications.”For a second, I didn’t say anything.I just stood there in the middle of my kitchen, hand gripping the edge of the counter while her words settled over me.It sounded strange hearing it said out loud.“She’s officially yours,” Elise added gently, and for the first

KAREN“Karen?”His voice crackled through the car speakers, careful and hesitant, like he already knew what came next would hit harder than anything else he had said.“You still there?”I tightened my grip around the steering wheel even though the engine had already been turned off for several minutes. Cars moved past me in slow streams, headlights glowing through the early evening traffic while the city carried on, oblivious of the fact that Gerald's revelation had totally unsettled me.His words replayed in my ears.“The account traces back to Priya Nair.”For a second, I genuinely thought I had heard him wrong.“Priya?” I repeated, almost laughing because the name sounded impossible. “No. Gerald, no, that doesn’t make sense.”“I know,” he replied. “I thought so too, but then, that's what I found.”“No,” I said again, firmer this time, shaking my head even though he couldn’t see me. “It could be someone using her credentials or maybe an old login tied to her department because Priya

KARENBy the time Saturday came around, I still was not completely sure I had made the right decision.For days, I had gone back and forth in my head about it, changing my mind every few hours like that alone could somehow make things easier. One moment, letting Eleanor visit felt reasonable, almost necessary, especially after Sophie kept asking questions I never fully knew how to answer. The next moment, the thought of Eleanor walking into my house again made something uncomfortable tighten in my chest.Some things did not disappear simply because time had passed. Some wounds only learned how to stay quiet.Still, I had said yes. And now it was Saturday.At exactly eleven in the morning, the doorbell rang.I stood in the hallway for a second longer than necessary before walking toward the door. Jason had already noticed my hesitation from the kitchen where he was making coffee.“You okay?” he asked gently.I gave a small nod that did not feel very convincing.“Yeah,” I said. “I’m fin

JASONI hadn’t expected booking a wedding venue to feel this strangely overwhelming.I thought I would sit down with my laptop, compare dates, make a payment, close the tab, and move on with my day without giving it too much thought. Instead, I found myself sitting completely still at the kitchen island, staring at the confirmation email glowing on my screen as though something about it required me to emotionally catch up.The reservation had gone through.The barn outside Boston was officially ours; ceremony and reception included.I leaned back in my chair slowly, dragging a hand across my face while my eyes skimmed over the email for what had to be the sixth time, even though nothing about it had changed since the first. The date was still there. The deposit had still gone through. The same address sat beneath the venue details, reminding me that somewhere outside the city, in a quiet place surrounded by open land and old wood, a small barn had somehow become the setting of our fut