Fleeing From My Possessive Billionaire Ex

“Three years after divorcing my billionaire ex-husband, I made the colossal mistake of sleeping with him. To erase the humiliation, I accepted a date with a gentle colleague, only for my ex-husband to ambush us at our daughter's preschool. He saw us together, his eyes turning as cold as steel. "I'm reconsidering our arrangement. I'm filing for sole custody." He dropped the words like stones, then ruthlessly ordered his lawyers to prepare the papers immediately. He knew Poppy was my entire world, the only reason I survived our suffocating marriage. I was terrified, but the nightmare was just beginning. That night, Poppy slipped out of my apartment and ended up at his penthouse with a dangerously high fever. When I frantically rushed over to treat her, the ruthless tycoon who always put his empire before me suddenly looked vulnerable. He handed me a bowl of hot soup, his voice losing its usual commanding edge. "Don't go, Chloe. Poppy needs you. And I need you." I stared at him in disbelief. Why now? Why use our sick child as a weapon to chain me back to a gilded cage he knew I almost died escaping from? As my daughter cried and clung to my neck, begging me not to leave, I looked at the powerful man standing in the doorway. I was trapped by their love, but this time, I wouldn't just surrender.”