My Billionaire Ex Husband Wants Me Back

SCORNED EX WIFE : Queen Of Ashes

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Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace. But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge. A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart. Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn. But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left? A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again? She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone... or let someone melt the ice in her heart.

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Catherine’s POV

I nervously nibbled on my lower lip as I paced the large expanse of the living room.

Sighing, I glanced at the wall clock and exhaled heavily when I saw the time.

It was ten minutes past nine in the evening and Alessandro was yet to come home.

"Excuse me, ma'am," Someone spoke from behind me, and I turned to face them.

The head maid of our household, Alice, grimaced as she fiddled with her fingers.

"Yes, any problem?"

"Should I place the food in the refrigerator?" She asked, and my heart cut as a bitter realization struck me.

Just like in the past, Alessandro was really going to be absent on our wedding anniversary.

It wasn't just an ordinary anniversary; it was our third marriage anniversary and according to what I read on a website some years back, three was a lucky number that signified prosperity.

Thus, I had gone over the top by preparing a variety of dishes that I was sure he liked.

Since he rarely ate at home nowadays, I had secretly called his grandmother because he usually ate there, and she had made a list of his current favorite foods for me.

Madam Anita, the heavens bless her heart was one in a million.

While my mother in law loathed my existence to the core, Madam Anita loved me like her own and would often rebuke my husband on my behalf.

Although I appreciated her effort, her reproaches never yielded results.

If anything, they worsened the sour relationship between my husband and I.

I could vividly remember how he had packed most of his belongings to where I presumed was HER place after Madam Anita gave him an earful when she found out that his first love was back in town and that they had been seeing each other for a while.

As stupid as I was, I had decided to stay, instead of leaving him after finding out about his extramarital affairs.

Damn, I was truly the most idiotic woman on earth.

My foolish self had been too desperate to remain married and had decided to keep suffering, instead of filing a divorce.

Something in me that gradually diminished as the years passed, still believed that my husband would change his ways and become the doting husband that he used to be.

"Ma'am Catherine," Alice's voice yanked me back to the brutal reality of my life.

"Y-Yeah, you were saying?" I asked, frazzled.

"I asked if I should place the dishes in the refrigerator to prevent them from going bad," She said. "The time is almost ten and he's still not back."

Suppressing the urge to burst into tears, I inhaled sharply. "Just go to bed. I will take care of it."

"I can wait here with you," She said, and I shook my head.

"No. You should sleep because you worked really hard today. I wouldn't have been able to prepare a platter of dishes if you weren't there with me." I forced out a smile which she returned, albeit, hers was sympathetic.

"You also worked hard, ma'am. I only prepared the ingredients but you made the food." She countered.

"Just go to bed, Alice," I gently pushed her out of the sitting room toward the stairs. "I can take care of the rest. I'm serious."

"Alright then, if you say so," She still seemed reluctant to leave. "Goodnight, ma'am."

"Goodnight, Alice."

And with that, she climbed the stairs and was gone.

Alice and the rest of the maids probably thought I was the dumbest person alive.

I mean, they had witnessed almost every one of mine and my husband's fight.

Even our recent fight which was the most embarrassing one ever.

Like a weak bitch, I had clung onto my husband's leg while weeping for him to stay and never leave me for his first love, Laura, when he wanted to storm out of the house.

I was truly a loser who relied on her husband too much.

But I just couldn't help it because he was the first man to ever ask me out on a date.

Throughout the nineteen years that I had spent in an orphanage, no guy had ever found me attractive.

Yes, I was an orphan.

According to what the governesses at the orphanage told me, they had found me in a box without clothes when I was barely a week old, crying my little lungs out.

I had been in my third year of medical school while he was training to be the CEO of his family's company.

A mutual friend had introduced us during a volunteer outreach.

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