Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 101

Jace pressed a hand to his forehead, trying to shake off the haze clouding his mind.

“How did this happen?”

“Wiona, what happened to you?”

He sounded like his world had just fallen apart.

But Wiona only stared at him, her eyes icy and detached.

Was he really upset? She didn’t think so.

She was alive, wasn’t she? He should have been disappointed he didn’t get to claim some nameless body at the morgue. He’d already decided she was gone for good.

Honestly, if she didn’t have unfinished business, maybe she would have let them keep believing that. Faking her own death and vanishing from their lives for good sounded tempting.

But that would be letting them off way too easy.

Jace must have seen the pure, burning hate in her eyes, because he quickly looked away, guilt written all over his face. He couldn’t meet her gaze, just like he couldn’t face the part he played in ruining her.

He was her husband on paper, so he had the right to take her with him. Wiona didn’t resist. She just shot a sharp, lingering glare at Remy, holding it until she was almost out of sight. Only then did she toss Remy a quick, subtle wink.

Remy let out a breath she’d been holding, relieved she’d managed to keep it together. As soon as she was alone, she pulled out her phone and called her real boss.

“Mr. Sullivan, everything went according to plan. Ms. Morgan played her part perfectly.”

“The nursing home is all set. I prepared all the documents myself. Even if the Salisbury family decides to dig, they won’t find any gaps.”

“In about two hours, we’ll have a list of every woman who had IVF during the window when your sample was stolen.”

“So it shouldn’t take long to figure out which surrogate got your sperm.”

Conrad nodded. “Wait. I want the full list in two hours.”

. . .

Jace brought Wiona back to the old Salisbury estate. She was so weak, she couldn’t walk on her own, so she had to use a wheelchair. Jace handled everything himself, pushing her around the house, even carrying her up and down the stairs. They’d never been this close before, at least not physically.

As they rolled into the main hall, Wiona saw Alona sat stiffly on the sofa, her face stormy and dark. Bianca stood to the side, her eyes filled with resentment. Daniel walked straight over, towering above Wiona, his stare cold and sharp, like he could cut right through her.