The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return (Cynthia and Ethan) novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Cynthia’s POV

I stared at my phone, watching it ring and ring until it went to voicemail.

Ethan wasn’t answering.

Perhaps he was deliberately ignoring me. After what happened, standing him and Amber up without so much as a proper explanation – I couldn’t blame him. He was angry. He had every right to be.

I hesitated over the keyboard, my thumb hovering. Was I being too much? He clearly didn’t want to talk to me. Every unanswered call was a message in itself that says ‘leave me alone.‘

But this wasn’t about him. This wasn’t about us or our broken marriage or whatever anger he was holding onto.

This was about Amber.

I started typing a text to explain myself, at least so he could know how to explain to Amber that me not showing up wasn’t intentional.

I was in the lobby of the restaurant, while some staff were cleaning and organizing for a new day, the fresh start of Maison Cynclair after a ‘misunderstood‘ scandal.

The sounds of cleaning, organizing, and quiet conversations filled the space.

CRASH!

The sound made me spin around, I was startled and felt a sting on my legs

One of my cherished flower vases, a delicate piece I’d bought during my first year in Paris had toppled from its shelf. It lay shattered on the floor, water spreading across the tiles, flowers scattered like fallen soldiers.

I looked down to see a thin line of red trickling down my left calf where a shard of crystal had sliced through my pants and into my skin.

“Madame!” Sophie rushed over, her face pale with concern. “You’re bleeding!”

But I barely heard her.

This was a bad sign.

I wasn’t superstitious. I didn’t believe in omens or premonitions. But the cold dread that washed over me had nothing to do with logic.

Something was wrong.

I could feel it in my bones, in the way my heart had suddenly started racing, in the sick twist of my stomach that had nothing to do with the cut on my leg.

“Madame, please sit down…” Sophie was guiding me toward a chair, but I resisted, gripping my phone tightly.

I dialed Ethan again. Ring. Ring. Ring. Voicemail.

Again. Same result.

And again. Nothing.

“Fuck!” The word came out louder than I intended, drawing worried looks from my staff.

1/2

+25 Bonus

Sophie who had gotten first aid box was trying to clean the cut on my leg, but I couldn’t focus on that. “Madame, please hold still

444

“Something’s wrong,” I said, my voice tight with panic. “Something’s wrong… I can feel it.”

Who could I call?

Anna? Never. She’d probably hang up the moment she heard my voice or, lie to me just to cause more pain. I can never call her to seek help in any way!

Grace? Absolutely not. I haven’t seen her or spoken to her since I arrived Missford, there is no way I am calling her to make her feel important.

Ethan’s friends?

Devian? No. He’d always looked at me with barely concealed contempt, like I was something unfortunate Ethan had stepped in and made mockery of me at every slight opportunity he gets

But Bryan…

Bryan had been at the Grand Prix. He’d stood there with Devian, watching me, but he hadn’t attacked. Hadn’t said anything cruel. When Devian had started his usual condescending remarks, Bryan had actually told him to stop.

Maybe Bryan had changed, people change…. he was the only one I knew I could reach out to.

I pulled up Nathaniel’s contact and called.

“Cici? Is everything okay?”

“I need Bryan Ferdinand’s phone number,” I said without preamble. “Ethan’s friend Bryan. The CEO of Renaissance Group.”

There was a confused pause. “Bryan Ferdinand of Renaissance Group? Why?”

“I can’t reach Ethan. He’s not answering any of my calls. Something’s wrong, Nathaniel.. I can feel it. I need to reach someone who can tell me if everything is okay.”

“Cici, slow down. You’re panicking…”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify