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Too Late to Beg, Mr. Billionaire: Your Ex-Wife Has Moved On

Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Murderer

Word Count: 1208    |    Released on: 16/10/2025

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ice low, eyes dropping to conc

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not once had he offered to drive her anywhere. Victo

the car windows was nonstop, and a chilly draft

w Theodore reach out,

Was he... actually

t was gone as

l, holding Isabella gently, comforting her, saying the di

a bitter smile as she turn

the sheets of rain-directionless, jus

top in front of the

got out, Theodo

as feeble, barely hanging on. It sou

have a fever?"

from the chill. "Maybe I caught a cold... I'm not su

glass on the table, letting it crash to

hh

owned sharply, but the

line. Without another thought,

and looked back at Victoria, his expression

a small nod an

because deep down,

only ever Isabella

the sound of the engine roared to life and faded

, unmoving. A storm of conflicted thoughts swirled behind his still exp

ad w

ria to stop him.

a word. She wanted h

was dead silent. You

then froze at the faint noise upstairs. She

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voice rising with every word. The h

r own daughter. Never would she hav

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ld Victoria tur

he leaned weakly against the railing,

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posed to stay s

outside. The second he saw

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been her

back here felt l

her mouth, but n

and stumbled out of the hou

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abbed Victoria in the c

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was family. You know who I am! And now you wo

s, the pressure in her chest was suffocating,

oria,

ith guilt. He'd always t

t looked like solid evidence, how could he igno

nyone could react, Hannah broke free from his arms

nna

em took of

protective railing. Her dress flapped wildly in the wind, and she swayed

floor-if she jumped, t

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r, but neither dared rush forw

The wind bit through their we

rain. "Mom, please... just ca

spond to her-her eye

can't get justice for her, William, then wh

y down there. I've got no reason to stay her

saying that! Hannah, I'm here-we'll go throug

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denly she dropped to her knees on

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Too Late to Beg, Mr. Billionaire: Your Ex-Wife Has Moved On
Too Late to Beg, Mr. Billionaire: Your Ex-Wife Has Moved On
“Three years ago, billionaire Theodore Chambers handed Victoria Ellis divorce papers with cold eyes and colder words-all for the sake of his first love, Isabella Waters. Victoria didn't cry. She didn't beg. She simply signed her name, walked out of that golden cage, and disappeared from the world of the rich. What the world didn't expect. Was for the discarded ex-wife to rise from the ashes-not as a socialite, but as the world's most sought-after reconstructive mortician. Behind every high-profile crime scene and closed casket, she was the one restoring dignity to the dead-and building a name powerful enough to shake law enforcement and the elite alike. Now, at a funeral of all places, their paths cross again. She stands beside another man, radiant, untouchable. He watches in disbelief-his ex-wife, no longer his. "You handle corpses every day. Aren't you afraid of bad luck?" he growls, grabbing her wrist. She smiles coldly. "In my heart, the grass over your grave has already grown two meters tall." But fate has one final card to play. When Victoria finds Theodore lying in a pool of blood, clutching an old photo of her, everything unravels. Was it too late after all? Or is love just another body she's not willing to reconstruct?”