Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1062

Screech. The brakes screamed through the quiet night. The BMW jerked hard to the curb and stopped cold. Both of them pitched forward from the sudden stop.

Sylvia’s brows were drawn tight. The warm, easy smile she always wore had vanished, replaced by a chill that seemed to frost her whole face. She turned to Steve, meeting his eyes head-on. Her voice was icier than he’d ever heard.

“Steve, you really have the wrong idea.”

“I picked you up just to clear the air about what happened earlier. That’s all it was.”

“We’re divorced. That agreement was the end of it. I, Sylvia Moore, have no intention of chasing after my ex-husband.”

She took a slow breath, then pointed at the car door.

“We’ve said what needed to be said. I’ve explained everything. So, if you don’t mind, Steve, you can get out now.”

Steve didn’t budge.

His eyes, usually full of lazy amusement, were locked on Sylvia, searching her face for any hint she was faking it. Maybe he was hoping to catch her slipping, see some trace of her old tricks, maybe just a spark of the old game between them.

But there was nothing.

Sylvia’s face was unreadable. Her eyes were steady, calm. No love, no flattery, not even a spark of anger. She was a fortress.

This wasn’t the Sylvia he remembered.

Confusion flickered in Steve’s eyes. Had she really changed? Or had she just gotten better at pretending?

He couldn’t help but remember how she used to be. When they first got married, it was like she had “gold digger” written right across her forehead. Every time he went back to the Michell family estate, she was there, ready at a moment’s notice, more like a maid than a wife. If he got drunk and made a mess, everyone else would turn away in disgust, but Sylvia would calmly clean up after him, never a word of complaint. If he mumbled in the middle of the night that he wanted something to eat, she’d crawl out of bed and spend hours in the kitchen. She bent over backward for his parents too, the perfect daughter-in-law, always putting on a show.

All of it, just for money.

Steve let out a cold laugh and pulled his phone from his jacket pocket, nice and slow.

“Enough. Drop the act. We’re divorced, I shouldn’t be getting free rides from you anyway.”

He tapped to open Sylvia’s payment page, his thumb hovering over the screen, voice dripping with arrogance.

“You just want money, right? Why not just come out and say it instead of all this pretending?”

“Go on, how much do you want?”

He looked up, eyes sweeping over her with open disdain.

“Five thousand. Is that enough?”