The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return (Cynthia and Ethan) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Cynthia’s POV

I just couldn’t waste anymore time.

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I had waited five minutes, watching through the window as that woman touched Bryan inappropriately, invaded his personal space, made a spectacle of herself–and it looked like she wasn’t going to leave anytime soon.

I doubt I needed more than ten minutes with Bryan anyway. I just needed to inspect what he’d designed for the AI system before it was finalized and sent to Pierre so it could be implemented at the restaurant. This was supposed to be a quick, professional meeting. Review the work, approve it or suggest modifications, and move on with my day.

Simple.

Except nothing about today had been simple so far.

I pulled open the restaurant door and walked in, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor with sharp, decisive sounds that announced my presence.

When Bryan saw me, his expression transformed immediately from uncomfortable tolerance to visible relief. He pushed the lady away with clear urgency–and it made me wonder what had taken him so long. Why hadn’t he done that five minutes ago when she first started touching him? Why had he tolerated her hands on him, her body pressed close to his, her obvious

advances?

He stood up quickly, nearly knocking over his chair in his haste.

“Sienna, I need you to leave,” he said firmly, addressing the woman. “I have a business meeting to attend to. Now.”

The lady–Sienna, apparently–looked hurt. Her expression shifted from seductive confidence to wounded pride in an instant. She glared at me with undisguised hostility, her eyes raking over me from head to toe like she was assessing competition.

Then she let out a sinister smile, looking at me in the eye and said;

“His favorite position is reverse cowgirl.”

Then she grabbed her designer purse from the back of the chair and walked away, her hips swaying deliberately as she passed by me, trailing expensive perfume and toxic satisfaction.

I stood there, frozen.

Dumbfounded.

The words echoed in my head, vulgar and intimate and completely inappropriate. She’d said it specifically to humiliate me, to mark her territory, to make it clear that she and Bryan had a sexual history.

I felt insulted. Disrespected. Like I’d been dragged into some sordid drama that had nothing to do with me

I glared at Bryan, who looked absolutely mortified His face had gone pale, then flushed red with embarrassment

“Cynthia, I am so, so sorry,” he started immediately, words tumbling out in a rush “That was completely inappropriate Sienna

is Devian’s cousin, and she’s been stalking me for a while now I don’t know how she knew I was here, I swear I didn’t invite hat she just showed up and…”

I held up my hand, cutting him off mid–sentence.

“I don’t need to hear it,” I said, my voice colder than I’d intended. “I don’t need you to go any further and explain your entanglements with a woman like that in details. Let’s just get this done. What I came here for.”

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Bryan’s mouth closed. He nodded, looking chastised and grateful that I wasn’t demanding more explanations.

“Of course. Yes. Let’s… let’s sit down.”

We sat across from each other at the small table, the chair still warm from where Sienna had been sitting. I tried not to think about that.

“Do you want to order anything?” Bryan asked, gesturing to the menu. “Coffee? Tea? The food here is really good, they have…”

“No,” I said blatantly, cutting him off again. “I’m here for the business, Bryan. Nothing else.”

He flinched slightly at my tone but nodded, pulling his laptop closer and opening it fully.

“Right. Of course. Business.” He cleared his throat and began clicking through files. “So, what I’ve designed for Maison Cynclair is a comprehensive Al–driven analytics system that will integrate with your existing reservation platform and point–of–sale system. It uses machine learning to analyze customer preferences based on previous orders, reservation history, special requests, and even seasonal trends…”

His voice took on that professional quality as he walked me through the technical specifications. I tried to focus on what he was saying–on the screen he was showing me, the flowcharts and data models and user interface mockups–but my mind kept drifting back to that woman’s words.

His favorite position is reverse cowgirl.

Why had she said that? To hurt me? To make me jealous? To establish that she and Bryan had an intimate history that I should be aware of?

And why did it bother me so much?

I shouldn’t care about Bryan’s sexual history. Shouldn’t care who he’d slept with or what positions he preferred or any of it.

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