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

Chapter 10 Chapter 10 You Must Be Well

Word Count: 1244    |    Released on: 16/10/2025

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backing her up, even the

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ake concern. Without a word, she tur

k around and watch her ex live out h

he walked away, then turned to give Theod

ay more going on between those

h not to poke around.

ared down the hallway, Isabella

sn't so sure of

his sleeve, but the way he just snap

so great just now... Shoul

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re's voice

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f Victori

ll determined to make every minute count-and she wasn't

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s pockets and stepped forward

cker in her eyes betraying emo

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at down beside her. "I've got nothing urgent to do. It's ki

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om wen

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sence... but for the first time in

ed chemotherapy yet. He still

her, just like old times. "Victoria,

ija

moved from her arm. Night had fallen outside the win

bed, her head still a little foggy

door opened and

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ref

t ended up grabbing her hand instead. The cup clatte

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furrowed

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r hand back from Henry's, her cheeks turning a faint red as she shifted

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rown off, her breath c

lly, and said, "You're looking much better than earlier. Don't f

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ldn't help but glance back at the three of the

something

and even, as if the incident earlier

, but she n

g around Victoria, so his sudden change

pocket, the other still clenched from earlier. The warm glo

lt a strange chill

on't have anythi

slow and measured, like h

lenched the sheet

low laugh and shot back, "It's late. Why aren't you

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l file earlier-knew she was ad

r. Show a little concern maybe. But

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ess showed up in the doorway. With hair that long and dark,

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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?”